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He can't go with her because she's my wife's second cousin.

MAN: Sharkey.

Hello, Quinn.

Hi, Quinny. Have a drinky.

I gotta talk to you.

Sure, kid. Where are the boys?

Take a walk, honey. We got business.

Oh, you!

Here. Thanks.

I got some rough news for you, Sharkey.

Well?

You know that Kalig rode into town yesterday?

Yeah, I heard.

Great Kalig, the big brain.

Well, he's all boilin' over

with a plan he wants to pull.

It's something real big.

All he'd need to do is round up a troop.

Where's he gonna get a troop?

He's a loner.

Heh. Now, just wait a minute.

I'm tryin' to tell you.

That's where the boys are now.

They're meetin'.

You mean my boys?

I come as quick as I could.

Now, look, Sharkey, you've been square with me.

But if you don't move fast, you're gonna find yourself

on the hind end of a double-cross.

Where are they holdin' this meeting?

Come on.

I told you there's nothin' to worry about.

This Mr. Kalig, he don't leave nothin' to chance.

He's got this whole thing planned out

right down to a gnat's eyebrow.

I don't know. Been pretty good with Sharkey.

What do you mean? A few piddlin' holdups.

If we go along with Mr. Kalig on this job,

then we ought to be worth about $20,000 apiece.

20,000?

That's what he said.

Well, yeah, but this judge--

Garth.

Yeah, Judge Garth.

He ain't gonna be easy to get next to.

Look, Kalig knows that.

He's got it all worked out in advance.

First we reconnoiter the whole thing,

just like in the Army.

Then we time it right down to a split-second.

So, when we get ready to take that judge,

why, it'll work so smooth, his boys won't even know what happened.

Sharkey ain't gonna sit still

for us walkin' out on him.

Look, I told you Mr. Kalig thinks of everything.

He's a pretty smart man.

Did you know he once studied to be a lawyer?

I don't know. Well, I do.

Is it worth $20,000 to you?

Yo, Mungo! Cord!

SHARKEY: Keep your hands away from your guns.

What are you, a pack of squirrel brains?

You think I was gonna let you ditch me

to join up with that lousy Kalig?

I'll tell you what kind of a hairpin I am.

I'm gonna give you galoots a choice.

You take that lousy Kalig to go take a jump--

Kalig!

All right, one measly bullet

solved the problem of Sharkey!

Anybody else got a problem?

This Judge Garth--

You won't be able to get close to him,

let alone take him.

There's too many hands ridin' with him all the time.

The longer we wait, the tougher it'll be.

This grind's gettin' me nervous.

Why? Sharkey.

Just your imagination.

He won't be imagination when he catches up with us.

You're loco. He's dead.

How many times do I have to tell you?

That drifter I run into in Thompson Falls--

He swore he saw Sharkey.

And he was very much alive.

And he was ridin' with eight guns to back him up.

Now, you know he must be huntin' for us.

Well, either he was lyin'

or he saw someone looked like Sharkey.

I didn't come along to watch you play with a spyglass.

It lets us look around the problem

rather than jumpin' in blind.

When do we jump?!

When I say the time or the place is right.

And if you don't like it, you can shut up or get out.

Hyah! Hyah!

Don't worry, Judge. Molly isn't coming to the station.

She sent me to pick up the newsprint.

She could've wrecked my whole plan showin' up right now.

Yeah. I left her wrestling with an editorial

and counting circulation noses.

Nice, healthy load you're shipping to California.

Oh, yes. Took most of them more than a year to fatten up.

( whistle blows, bell ringing )

Well, Mr. Bemis,

I see the musicians made it all in once piece.

So, that's what chamber musicians look like, huh?

The best money can buy.

That's real dog--

Bringin' in an orchestra all the way from Chicago

just for Molly's homecoming party.

Molly's heard the best music in New York.

The Judge ought to have brought in one of them French bands from Paris.

Maybe some of those can-can dancers from the Folies Bergère.

Oh?

Uh, Molly told me about them.

All right, keep the beef movin'!

We don't want to be here all day!

Hey, Virginian.

What do you want?

What do I want? I want my job back.

Not a chance, Jaeger.

Why not? I'm as good a cowhand

as you got in your whole danged outfit.

Sure you are. But that's got nothin' to do with it.

I fired you for being drunk on the job, and that's that.

That's a lie.

It's the truth.

What's more, I gave you two chances.

Stay sober for a month and then come and talk to me about your job,

and I might take you back.

Now, get out of here. We're busy.

Hey.

You ain't gonna get away with this.

You certain Molly didn't suspect anything?

Oh, no, not a thing. I told her I was having

a private little dinner party tonight,

to spruce up in the latest fashion

just to see what New York was wearing.

Why, was she crying? No, no.

But you know the ink in her blood.

It's hard to keep anything from her.

Well, here's my newsprint.

$5 a ream.

Steve! Ho, Steve!

Get the artists squared away in the rigs.

Can I ride out with 'em, Judge? No.

Why, you want to beat the other boys to the bathhouse?

Yes, sir.

All right. Tell Betsy to stay out of their hair.

All you chamber men, right in here!

All right, some of you can get in this one.

What's the matter, Eddie?

Steve'll have a head start getting spruced up.

Get that beef aboard!

Takes me a long time to get curried proper.

The beef, Eddie!

Can I get off now? Ask the Judge.

Well, you're the foreman. Nope.

Aww.

I just gotta get this hay shorn off

if I'm gonna dance tonight.

Girls don't like broomtails.

All right, Eddie, go on over to the barbershop. Here.

Get me a bottle of that there cologne, too.

Are they really from Chicago, Steve?

They really are.

Your father says not to bother them.

Gentlemen...

I'd like to make you acquainted

with Miss Betsy Garth,

daughter of Judge Garth.

Right this way, gentlemen. Right this way. Come--

MEN: Yah-hah! Hah! Hah! Yah-hah!

Oh.

No!

Betsy, you help 'em!

TRAMPAS: ♪ Come, all you old-timers

♪ And listen to the song

♪ I'll make it short and not keep you long ♪

♪ I'll tell you about the time ♪

♪ You all remember well

♪ When Judge Henry Garth drove a beef herd up the trail ♪

♪ If you ever meet the Judge

♪ Gotta meet him on the square ♪

♪ He's the biggest cow boss

♪ That ever tramped out there ♪

♪ If you want to hear him roar ♪

♪ And spin a lively tale

♪ Just ask him 'bout the time ♪

♪ Trampas went up

♪ The trail

I'll bet you a month's pay

I get the first dance with her.

After the Judge, I mean.

I don't want to take your money.

Trampas, you been hoggin' that tub long enough.

I hope those eastern pilgrims haven't changed her much.

There's only one mustang that'll ever change her.

Me.

Hey, Steve, I'll give you two bits

for that hot water.

I got two bits, and it's gettin' cold.

You know, all the important people been invited tonight.

And us.

You don't ever hear of any other boss

invitin' his cowpokes to a fancy jamboree.

You don't hear of other cowpokes who got a boss like us.

Yo.

Whoa, partner.

Eddie, what'd you do with my cologne?

I put it right over there.

♪ Come, all you old-timers... ♪

Hey! Wah!

Hey!

ALL: Ohh!

Ha ha ha!

Ow!

Molly! Hello!

You're right on time!

Dear Judge!

Whoa. What a beautiful gown.

You like it? Oh, just beautiful.

Come into the house.

Welcome home, Molly!

Welcome home, Molly.

Oh, Molly...

you're beautiful.

Well, look at you. Turn around.

Oh, the word for you is "sophisticated".

That's the word, Betsy.

Well, Miss Sophisticated, you mind if I'll borrow Molly?

Well, what about the people--

Shh! Uh, will you look after our other guests, please?

Excuse us, please.

Come on.

Just a private little dinner party.

Judge, you're wonderful.

Magnificent!

Why, I never saw a display like this in New York.

Well, now, gentlemen,

may I present Miss Molly Wood

of the Medicine Bow Banner.

Mr. Drummond of the Denver Times.

How do you do?

Mr. Nelson of the Kansas City Star.

It's an honor, Miss Wood.

And Mr. Stone of the Chicago News.

This is indeed a pleasure, Miss Wood.

You're not impressed.

Oh, I'm overwhelmed, but...

But what?

Oh, Judge dear, I just met Joseph Pulitzer in New York.

Pulitzer?

Well, Miss Wood,

you're certainly coming up in the publishing world.

But I think you might still put up

with the three giants of Western journalism

come all the way to Shiloh to welcome you back to Wyoming,

in spite of Mr. Pulitzer.

Oh, gentlemen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean--

Oh, dear. Oh, please forgive me.

Perfectly natural, Miss Wood.

After all, there's only one Joseph Pulitzer.

I guess it must've gone to my head too much

when he invited me east.

I thought you went to New York to get a personal story

on Nellie Bly.

Well... she was one of the two reasons.

What was the other?

You.

Pulitzer's interested in your life.

Ha ha!

Why?

Let me tell you why, Judge.

You're a symbol to him,

a phase of Americana he loves.

He simply wants to tell his readers all about you.

Well, Molly, it's...

very complimentary,

but I'm no public figure.

He thinks you are. I do, too.

I think it would, if I may coin a cliché,

put a feather in Miss Wood's cap

if she could give Joe Pulitzer this interview.

No, Molly. I've got a long way to go

before I qualify to be written up by a New York newspaper.

Pulitzer asked me to talk to you about--

Judge, your guests are waiting.

No one starts without you.

Well, this is what I've been waiting for.

Molly, gentlemen, shall we join the music lovers?

You're right, Your Honor.

Now's the time for all good men

to come to the aid of the party.

You forgot your watch.

No, I think not.

It belong to any of you gentlemen?

No. Not mine.

Couldn't afford one like that.

It's yours. Take it.

Is this a bribe?

Read the inscription.

"To Henry Garth, the man on the horse--

From one who envies you. Joseph Pulitzer."

What did he mean, he envies me?

He envies what you are

and what you've accomplished.

He said, "This man Garth has triumphed

where so many others might have failed."

He called it a timepiece of admiration...

from a newsboy to a cowboy.

And what does the newsboy want of the cowboy?

Well...

he wants the personal story

of the last of the cattle kings,

who's feeding this nation by the power of the gun.

"Power of the gun" -- was that your idea?

No. He suggested it for a theme.

I'm surprised he thinks we still live by violence out here.

I suppose, Judge, he figures, like most people,

that this is still wilderness...

and violence, at times, is necessary.

Well, in my youth, fightin' for survival

could caseharden a ballet dancer.

But we're not savages today.

I think most of us have come to understand

that when a man kills, he kills part of himself.

When a man dies...

part of every man dies.

"It tolls for thee."

Where did you learn that? From Molly.

She gives me books and makes me read 'em.

He's taken a fancy to John Donne.

Well, we can all do with a little John Donne.

Would show Mr. Pulitzer how wrong he is.

We don't live by the gun.

All well and good, Judge,

but Pulitzer is not entirely wrong.

Every man has his breaking point, whether it--

Not if you've decided not to break.

"From the newsboy to the cowboy."

Heh heh!

Shall we join the cowboys?

Thank you.

Molly?

May I have this dance?

Hold your fire!

It could've been Sharkey.

Uhh!

He knew I was on lookout tonight!

Who's supposed to relieve you? Mungo!

It's Cord's turn! I've done mine.

Well?

How long you gonna stand by his jumpy gun?

Oh.

How many people in Judge Garth's party

coming back from town?

Plenty. He's throwin' a real fancy feast.

You should see all the victorias and landaus-- all kinds of phaetons.

Fancy as a governor's turnout.

Another two bits I get the first dance with her--

After the Judge?

Ha ha ha.

Stay put, everybody!

I don't want anybody hurt!

Everybody in the house! Don't move!

I want just one man.

You're drunk.

That's right, Judge.

I was drunk when he fired me,

and I'll be drunk when they hang me.

But I'll be the last cowpoke

you kick off of your spread.

Get away!

Before I go back to town,

I want you to stop acting like a little boy

and talk to him.

If it weren't for him, you would've killed that drunk.

You've proved the Judge's whole stand against violence.

That stubborn fool. He just won't bend.

What's he waiting for?

Your apology.

He's crazy.

There's a female in the bunch.

KALIG: Let's see.

That female pretty?

Not as pretty as Judge Garth.

What are we waitin' for?

Quinn says it's all clear.

Take your position.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Cord? Yeah.

You were a minute late. As soon as you seem them reach this spot,

you gotta burn leather to give me a hand, you understand?

Yes, sir.

These tactics have to work like clockwork.

Hey, Sharkey?

Yeah.

Don't you think we've wasted enough time?

No, I don't. You got something better to do,

you do it.

I just figured with all this time,

we might do a couple of jobs

and do ourselves some good.

Just don't get itchy.

First I'm gonna get Kalig.

Then we're gonna do ourselves plenty good.

You think I'm gonna let him get away with what he done to me?

Hey, that looks like Smitty.

What'd you find out?

Our tip was right, boss.

You found him? Well, not exactly.

But he was seen last Saturday night

in Medicine Bow, in the saloon.

You're sure?

Oh, that hat,

that big mustache, that long duster.

The bartender recognized him right away,

just as I described him.

Who was he with?

Five or six men, the bartender said.

It was him, all right.

Looks like we hit paydirt.

Mount up.

All right, get 'em started.

( men whooping, bulls mooing )

Whoa!

What's spookin' the cattle?

I don't know. We'd better get down there

and head 'em off. Yo.

Move!

Kalig?

Martin Kalig.

I sentenced you to ten years.

But I only served three months.

Now, why don't you write that note?

Answer's still the same.

Oh!

Just grazed him.

The next one's gonna shatter the bone.

Got a letter for you.

Ah, good. Where's the Judge?

Well, he went ridin' with you.

We had a little trouble with the cattle.

Something spooked 'em.

Maybe he was hurt.

No, nobody got hurt.

I figure he must've gone to the other side of the draw.

Check for stragglers.

JUDGE: I am held for ransom.

Is anything wrong?

JUDGE: Do not discuss this with anyone.

Follow instructions.

Don't let the law suspect your part.

Proof of my well-being will be tendered before payment.

Lose no time taking my letter of authorization to the bank.

Judge Henry Garth.

Who gave you this note?

A man rode up and left it for you.

Who? I don't know.

Some stranger. Are you goin' lookin' for Daddy?

Sure. Sure, Betsy.

But this stranger-- what did he look like?

Something is wrong.

No, it's a personal matter.

Got all mixed up in a personal matter.

Look, it'll just take me a minute to saddle up. I want to go with you.

You'd better not, Betsy. I'm gonna take the rock shortcut.

It'll be a little rough. Don't you worry.

I'll be back with your daddy in time for supper.

Yes, this is Judge Garth's firm script,

and it does authorize me to pay you a specific amount, but--

I'm signing a receipt,

just as Judge Garth's letter has indicated.

Oh, uh, I think I'd better go along with you.

Well, the Judge doesn't want it that way.

The only way I'm going to turn over $100,000 in cash

is to personally see that he gets it.

There's the receipt.

That's far enough.

Don't try turnin' around again.

This all the money?

Where's Garth?

I'll count it.

It's here.

Can we get goin' now?

Garth isn't going back with you.

We'll we'd be able to track him if we knew where to begin.

Look up there.

It's him.

Judge has been kidnapped.

100,000 cash.

We know. The whole town knows.

Mr. Larkin's pretty sore at you

for pullin' a gun on him when you took the money.

When we left, the sheriff was just gettin' together a posse.

Where's the money?

They got it.

Where's the Judge?

Got him, too.

How come they didn't kill you?

The Judge knew I'd live, or he never would've risked my neck

bringin' in the money.

Why'd they let you ride off?

My job is to stop the sheriff.

They've dumped Garth's life in our laps--

Ours and the law's.

As long as they're not chased, he'll stay alive.

Give me your gun and carbine.

What are you gonna do?

What do you think? Come on.

That may be askin' for the Judge's funeral.

Not if I'm careful. The way I got it figured,

they were headed in the direction of the Big Hole Mountains.

That'd be the place to hide out, all right.

I'll follow 'em, but I gotta stay far enough behind

so they don't know it.

Sure. I suppose you think you're gonna take 'em single-handed.

We're goin'.

I'm goin', too.

Not you, Eddie. High-tail it back to town

and tell the sheriff what we have to do.

Well, yeah, boss, but--

You make sure he keeps out of it

or the Judge's life won't be worth a plugged nickel.

Come on.

Everybody here?

All right, let's get started.

EDDIE: Sheriff Buford! Sheriff Buford, wait up!

Hold the posse! Wait up!

Sheriff, you gotta hold up the posse.

Now they got the Judge and the money both.

Oh, that's fine. Just fine.

It's not the Virginian's fault.

The way it happened--

Never mind, boy. While we stand here yappin',

they're gettin' further and further away.

All right, let's get started.

Hold on, Sheriff. I didn't finish tellin' you.

There's nothin' more to tell, boy.

Sooner we get started, the sooner we bring the Judge back.

That's exactly wrong.

That's the one thing the Virginian told me to tell you.

Positively you're not to go after him.

Not to go after him?

That's right. The Virginian said--

He said if they even smelled a posse comin' after 'em,

the first they're gonna do is to put a bullet in the Judge's head.

Now, you gotta stay out of it.

He was firm about it.

All right, suppose I stay out of it.

Just suppose I do. What guarantee have we got

that the Virginian can bring the Judge back in one piece?

You've got no guarantee at all, Sheriff.

But the danger to the Judge is clear.

You're darned right it's clear.

The posse goes after Kalig, and the Judge is a dead man.

You hold off, maybe he's got a chance.

Yeah. It makes sense, doesn't it?

At least until you hear something.

All right, 24 hours.

But if I don't hear by then, I'm goin' after him.

Keep yourselves handy.

I'd better get back to the ranch.

I'm going with you. I don't want Betsy to be alone...

in case there's bad news.

He didn't say where Kalig was headed, did he?

I think we can get him to tell us.

Get the boys.

If they do reach the Big Hole Mountains without gettin' stopped,

they just might nigh disappear--

Never would find them.

Maybe they won't harm the Judge.

Maybe they'll just be holding him

until they're far enough along to feel safe,

and then let him go.

Oh!

I ain't gonna tell you.

Where's Kalig?

I got a notion might hurry this thing up.

Bring her over here.

Not him! Her.

Now, listen, young lady,

we ain't foolin'. I'm gonna count to three.

Then I'm gonna start layin' this across your back

until you tell me where Kalig is.

One...

two... three!

EDDIE: No!

She don't know nothin'. Don't. I'll tell you.

They're on their way to the Big Hole Mountains.

That's what the Virginian said.

They're headed for the Big Hole Mountains.

Good.

Why didn't you say so before?

It's Judge Garth. Kalig has got Judge Garth,

and we don't want him hurt.

All right, let 'em go.

I don't know this Judge Garth.

But it doesn't matter to me two cents' worth what happens to him.

All right, let's go.

Our best bet is to work our way around and flank 'em.

Hold on a minute. You try to flank 'em,

you're liable to lose 'em entirely.

I say we go straight ahead.

And I say, as long as you tag along,

you're takin' orders-- both of you.

I didn't say a word.

You heard me, Trampas.

I don't want you accidentally running into 'em

and finding a dead judge. Come on.

You ride like a cavalryman.

Yeah, I deserted from a cavalry...

after absconding with the colonel's wallet.

And his watch, too?

"To Henry Garth, the man on the horse--

"from one who envies you.

Joseph..."

Pew Is that it?

Pulitzer.

What'd you get this in exchange for?

A stock market tip on beef?

I asked you a question.

What did he envy you?

Your money?

He was in the cavalry, too.

Loved horses, wanted to be a cowboy.

I wanted to be a Marine.

So, I enlisted under an assumed name,

and I wound up in Korea, fighting in 1871.

But right after I busted out of prison-- the one you put me in--

I proved myself on the field of honor

by killin' a leatherneck.

The sum depressed me. A measly $400.

We're bound to run into Sharkey if we ride back to Idaho.

Two hours before I was due to be executed,

I succeeded in crushing the scull of a sergeant.

An old-time sergeant.

Then I shipped out on a clipper.

Let's head south.

Don't you want the Judge to hear my memoirs?

None of us will hear anything if meet Sharkey head-on.

I say let's burn track south!

You got your cut. Why don't you ride out alone?

You know, I've always been interested in the arts.

Especially the art of abduction.

And I figured one of the oldest crimes in civilization

could be pulled off if I could find the right man.

And I have that honor 'cause I sent you to prison?

Heh. Revenge?

That's an inhuman word for small minds.

I figured you were the only man

whose signature could bring me $100,000 in cash.

You know why I sent that note?

Because you weren't ready to die yet.

Well, you shouldn't have any regrets.

Just one. Not hangin' me.

You know, the kidnapper that collects the ransom,

then kills his victim,

is a fool.

He merely intensifies the search.

I'm your insurance,

so long as you're geographically safe from pursuit and ambush.

It's a pleasure to exchange ideas.

My companions here

have made conversation a lost art.

What if the posse rushes us right now?

The insurance lapses, and you run.

It's as simple as that.

Not to me it ain't.

We're askin' for trouble as long as he's alive.

As long as I'm alive, no one will try anything.

Well, I'm not waiting for 'em to try.

Get his gun.

All right, let's mount up.

It's Mungo. Bullet in his chest.

Where's Kalig?

Where's Kalig?

Aren't you gonna thank me for saving your life?

Rope him.

Lizzie Borden took an ax

and gave her mother 40 whacks.

When she saw what she had done,

heh, she gave her daddy 41.

You comfortable, Judge?

Hey, not too tight, boys, not too tight.

He's gotta spend a long night here.

Heh.

Tell me, Your Honor,

what do you despise more than anything else?

Violence.

Still your favorite subject, huh?

I'll never forget the sermon you gave that day.

And I quote--

"The long, shrill cry of the criminal will not stop

"until all humanity realizes

that viciousness is only for animals."

How's that?

Word for word.

But empty words.

They seem to have made an impression.

I remember another speech you made about, uh...

man's breaking point.

Seems a lot of things have lingered with you since that day.

They sure have.

Especially the fact

that you built an empire out of violence.

Oh, boy. True blue Judge Garth, huh?

What a joke on the ants that look up to you.

Don't they know that you wear that halo

because you can afford to?

If you didn't have that ranch,

if you were a saddle tramp,

that you would revert to the savage

that's buried very deep inside of you?

Oh, there are some forms of violence

that are forced upon us, such as, uh--

When will you crack and try to kill me?

Killing you will have to be legal surgery.

Surgery?

Slicing you from the body of man...

by law.

All flesh is grass, Your Honor,

and one's job is to cut out the rot.

Anyway, don't you ever feel remorse?

If you mean an apparition of the slain party...

no.

I've tried all kinds of criminals.

Some of them express... regret.

Regret?

There's no thought in the murderer,

as the poet and the romanticist would have you believe.

I remember my grandfather's bedtime story

when I was a kid.

He was from Salem, Massachusetts.

He heard Dan Webster's argument

that any unpunished murder

took something away from the security

of every man's life.

He actually believed that.

A beautiful thought, but, uh...

basically dishonest.

I feel sorry for your grandfather.

You know, I'll never forget the look on his face

when I told him goodbye.

He caught me takin' his life savings.

Heh heh.

Good night, hypocrite.

Hey.

You'd better get to sleep.

Yeah.

I keep talkin' to myself about that misunderstanding

between the Judge and me.

What good's that gonna do you?

You ought to get to sleep so we can get up early

and start followin' them again,

or we're gonna lose 'em.

Wouldn't you know he'd get himself into a deal like this,

just when he and I ain't even on speakin' terms?

You'd better get some sleep, or you and the Judge may never be on speakin' terms.

You didn't eat much.

I've been thinkin' all night what Mungo said.

Maybe Sharkey is alive.

I don't want to hear any more talk about Sharkey.

You just concentrate on the Judge.

Anybody tries to bother you, blow his head off.

Do you understand? That is all you have to do-- concentrate on the Judge.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

That judge looks like he's up.

Good morning.

I said good morning.

I'll never forget the indignities

I was subjected to in court that day,

that you called me a sadistic mongrel.

You, masquerading as a moral high priest

of righteous justice.

Calling me a parasite.

Well, I believe in starting the day off sociably.

Quinn. Yes, sir.

Bring the Judge some breakfast.

KALIG: You know this river?

JUDGE: Intimately.

You own it?

Not this one.

And it's deep.

Swimmin' alongside the horses won't be difficult.

You try anything in that water, you know what'll happen.

I know what'll happen when we reach the other side.

Wrong! You still got a couple of days left.

Couple of days?

Maybe even three.

Big Hole Mountains, eh?

Some of my best friends are buried in Idaho.

I'll let you write your own epitaph.

I'll leave that to you.

We'll collaborate on it.

What are we waitin' for?

Give the animals a breather before we swim.

I ain't askin' you.

Well, it's a stupid question!

You tryin' to get me to shoot you?

Why, if it wasn't for me,

100 lawmen would be boxing you in right now.

You know, I always wanted to hit a judge.

Kind of a warm feelin', ain't it?

All right, let's get wet.

Came from over there!

The insurance has lapsed.

Kalig!

Kalig! That's Sharkey!

You shouldn't have been so stingy

with those bullets, Kalig!

One wasn't enough!

You stick with the Judge.

Cord, take the right flank. Come on.

Heh.

You the only one left?

Yeah. Me and Kalig.

And Sharkey?

KALIG: He won't bother you no more.

How about the men on the plain?

They're a godsend.

How many up there?

I don't know.

You know they're gonna hit us next, don't you?

I don't think so.

Judge, why don't you yell up there that you're all right?

You heard Mr. Kalig!

I'm all right!

Can you hear me?!

I hear you, Judge!

I'm still in one piece, son!

They're my hands. They won't bother you.

I think I'll make it official.

Hey, you cowpokes!

You're using your heads!

Now, you make sure nobody else bushwhacks us

and keep your distance!

Well, how about that, Judge?

Now we got a rear guard to protect us.

Three of us left, huh?

Cord, get their cuts.

Now do you see what would've happened to us

if we didn't carry our own insurance policy?

You're a genius, Mr. Kalig.

Who else would've thought of keeping the Judge alive this long?

Your cowhands must be livin' in suspense up there.

If they shoot, they risk you.

And if they wait... they lose you.

Yeah, the losing side's always full of confusion.

It's a miserable thing to live in suspense.

It's the life of a spider.

That gun's cocked and aimed right at the Judge's head.

It's three against three now.

It's still tricky. It's gotta be split-second timing.

What if they wait for night to cross?

We'd better pray they don't.

What if they do? Don't push me, Trampas.

Well, you're the foreman. You're supposed to know everything.

We gotta get closer to 'em.

At least as close as ten yards.

Trampas, you belly down to the one

with the brown shirt on the right.

You, the one on the left.

I'll take the one covering the Judge.

That's the one that's got to count.

I know. His reflex could trigger his gun

and blow Garth's head off.

We've got to fire at exactly the same time.

How are we gonna do that? We got no timepiece or nothin'.

I'll signal.

Too many rocks. We won't be able to see each other.

Watch for my hat in the air.

Stick to your target. Check your guns.

You know, your daughter is very fortunate.

Of course, she'll be well provided for.

But, you know,

I wished you was my daddy.

That way, I could inherit your spread, huh?

And get gold watches from journalists...

who envy me. Ha ha ha ha!

It's gonna be dark soon.

Then we'll cross.

Your desperate friends must've snuck down

within aiming range by now.

Hey, you saddle tramps!

Why don't you come down here and get a good look?!

One shot out of you,

and the pious brains of your anointed watchdog

will be blown from here to Shiloh!

Is this what it all adds up to, Your Honor?

Sentiment. Loyalty.

Recognition. Justice.

A watch?

With tiny little non-meaning words on it.

Oh, precious words.

But only to you, Your Honor.

You know what I think of your sentiment,

loyalty, and justice?

Yaah!

Molly!

Molly!