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Ain't she the prettiest thing you ever seen?

I'll say.

Ain't been able to take my eyes off her all day.

What are you talking about? I'm the one that told you about her.

Kid jawing at the mouth and laying claim to something ain't the same thing.

Besides, if William F. Cody sees something he wants, there ain't nothing

gonna hold him back from getting it.

Hold on to this.

Mr. Tompkins, how much did you say you wanted for that saddle?

$50, and it's yours.

I'll give you $60, Mr. Tompkins.

Well, now, Mr. Cody, it looks like you done bought yourself a saddle. Wait a

minute, Tompkins. You said $50, and that saddle is mine.

Free enterprise, son. It's the foundation of the American dream.

Okay, Cody.

Here's $72.

48 cents.

I'll give you $78.53.

I told you, kid, when William F. Cody wants something, he gets it.

Cody, let's see the color of your money.

As soon as I get back from the bank. In the meantime, you can go ahead and wrap

her up for me.

Why is it that when men talk about their dogs, it's always he this and he that,

but when it comes to their guns and saddles, it's always she?

I tell you, new men like their dogs.

They love their saddles and guns.

Hello, Mr. Cody.

Afternoon. I'd like to make a withdrawal.

How much would you like?

All of it.

$78.53.

You sure?

I can't say I'd advise closing out your account.

Well, I ain't asking for no advice. I just want my money.

Just a second, Mr.

Cody.

Stand still, sonny, and you'll live to talk about it.

Fourth bank to be hit this month.

Barnett said they folded right after the robberies. Like a pair of deuces against

a full house.

I sure hope that doesn't happen here.

Yeah, well, hope ain't known for its high probability of return.

I don't know about you, but I'm gonna keep my money in my sock from now on.

Lord knows you ain't hurt for room there, seeing how your foot's usually in

your mouth.

Afternoon, Oscar.

Gee, Spoon, I don't know what to do. There ain't enough in here to give these

people ten cents on the dollar.

Yeah, I can do. Find the men who did this. I mean, in the meantime, I got to

say something to these people.

Well, tell them to pray for a miracle, Teaspoon, because otherwise this bank's

going to fold.

Marshal?

What do you say, Marshal?

Marshal, did you get that money?

Damn it, Governor Phelan, you've got to listen to the voice of reason.

Territorial secretary or not, Brad, don't you come screaming to me about the

voice of reason.

Now, I know how serious this situation is.

but I cannot go ordering warrants on your cursory suspicions. It's no

suspicion, sir.

The one common link between the banking operations was the holding company that

owned them and Lon Chase, the treasurer in charge of their accounts.

So? So Chase has been missing for more than two weeks now.

He's taken all their books with him. You ain't saying some pencil pusher behind

all these robberies, are you? It's the only rational explanation.

Well, how do we know this fella Chase hasn't just taken a few days off?

Maybe we should wait and see what's... Wait? Wait for what?

Wait for all the depositors who have lost money to pull up stakes and move

back east?

Wait for the four towns that have been hit to dry up and blow away?

You wait any longer and you send a message to this country that this

territory isn't safe to live in.

Okay.

You made your point.

Issue the warrant, Marshal Steiger.

And put a $500 reward out on Chase's capture.

$500? Now, hold on, Brad. You know, a warrant's one thing, but if you think

for one minute... Out of my own pocket.

You want that to read dead or alive, sir?

Well, alive, of course.

What good's finding him gonna do if he's dead?

This ought to bring every bounty hunter west of Mississippi down on him.

Where's it from?

I don't know. It doesn't say. It's postmarked in Indigo Wells.

I know. I know. I'm opening it.

$78.

53 cents.

Weird thing is, it wasn't no note or nothing.

It's the same amount of money he had in the bank before it got robbed. I heard

about that. Something happened to Barnett.

Well, who do you think it was?

What's it say?

You ever been over to Indigo Wells?

No, but I got the sneaking suspicion I'm about to.

Well, I figure that's as good a place as any to start looking.

What is it exactly I'll be looking for?

For Mr.

Lon Chase.

Warren says he's the fellow behind these bank robberies.

Says also the governor don't trust no one else but you to handle it.

Well, that's just because he don't know you yet.

Besides, I got to stick around for you, Walter.

How come?

Well, things are likely to get kind of crazy.

Everything's got a price. The money people got in their pockets ain't going

to buy much.

No telling how folks will respond.

He doesn't look much like a bank robber, does he?

No, he don't.

But then, uh, I don't look much like a ladies' man, do I?

So what do I do with this guy if I'm lucky enough to find him?

You send a note to Marshal Steiger as soon as you got him. Take him over to

Walnut Creek. Steiger will meet you there and take him into custody.

Teaspoon, why do I get this sick feeling in my gut that this ain't gonna be as

easy as it seems?

Because you're a natural-born pessimist, son.

Does, uh, this make you feel a little better?

$500.

Remember, Jimmy, Getting to him is one thing.

It's another thing getting to him first.

I'll get to him.

Oh, jeez.

Five hundred dollars.

Five.

Schoolteacher? Sure that was the only person sent into Sweetwater last week?

Well, old Mrs. Tyback sent off a small parcel about a month ago, but... What

was his name?

Michael Nielsen.

Thank you.

Well done.

Now you can multiply as well as add.

My daddy says the only thing a man needs to know about multiplying comes

naturally on his wedding night.

And my daddy says the trick to adding is all in your fingers.

And my daddy says men lie, but numbers don't.

Let me explain what I mean.

What would you all say if I told you that I can read your minds?

You'd be telling a lie.

Is that so?

Well, let's see.

Pick a number.

Any number from 1 to 100 and write it down.

Now fold it up and give it to Mary.

Now think on that number. Think real hard.

And add ten to it.

Add another five.

Multiply it all by two.

And tell me what you got.

Forty. Your original number was...

No, I lied. See, it's called algebra.

And X marks the spot.

Mr. Nielsen.

Coulter, what the hell are you doing?

Well, been longing to see your face on one of these, Hickok.

Should have known you'd be in on this.

Like a mountain man on a mail order bribe.

More like a snake on a rock.

This guy's better than you think, Hickok.

Can't keep a hold on him.

I suppose it wasn't awfully smart of you to start a scene like that when you

could have grabbed him.

Damn. Never figured you for the bounty hunting type.

You leave this one for me.

Except you ain't gonna find him now he knows we're around.

Besides, I know where he's holed up, and you don't.

We got yourself a choice, Hickok.

I'm getting tired of this one.

We take him in together, and I collect the bounty.

Or I'm gonna stop trying so damn hard and back-shoot him.

Poster says you have to bring him in alive to take the bounty.

Kill him for the sport of it.

Jake, money's too important to you.

Yeah? Letter for you.

Well, just slide it under the door, please.

And delivery, Mr. Nielsen.

All right.

Be right with you.

Let me put something on.

What can I do for you?

Come quietly, Mr. Chase.

for good now chase so it seems how's it feel real good i'm happy for you who's

your friend james hickok the james hickok terrific this is great where

are we going all night creek no i mean now sheriff take care of you for the

night leave in the morning no we're leaving now there ain't no way i'm gonna

spend another night freezing out on the plains a rugged man are you

Look, I don't suppose it would do any good to convince you that you've got the

wrong man, would it? I'm a teacher, that's all. I'm no criminal.

Parents trust me with their children. I teach them how to count.

Save your breath.

I didn't think so.

It's good to meet you, Hickok.

You'll be here for him in the morning?

Yeah, first thing.

Do me a favor and send word to Marshal Steiger that I'll have Chase in Walnut

Creek day after tomorrow.

Come on, let's go.

Amazing.

A criminal like this just floating around Indigo Wells, right in front of

our eyes.

Never would have guessed.

Imagine that.

Chase, we'll see you in the morning, huh?

Can't wait, Hickok.

The thought of riding with a famous gunfighter like you...

It's a dream come true. I hope I get to sleep tonight.

So, what now, Hickok?

We ought to get a room at the hotel for the night.

Sorry, I'm flat broke.

Well then, I guess you're sleeping on the floor.

Appreciate your help.

How are the steaks, boys?

Fine, Joyce.

Yes, I am a little hungry. Thanks for asking.

You can make it through the night without.

It's only enough here for the two of us.

Besides, feed you well enough to prison camp.

Oh, that's good.

But seeing as how prison camp might be a little further off than any of us can

predict, maybe you could see it in your hearts to save me a scrap or two?

A plate to lick?

Sheriff. Things are about to turn ugly at the saloon. Dave Tisdale said

something about Bill Humphrey's lady.

Well, Humphrey's got his gun out.

Yeah, come, come.

Oh, crazy town you got yourself here, deputy.

Evening, Deputy Marshal James Hickok. I got my mind on taking my ward out a

little earlier and I thought, you think you can see to that?

Colter, are you happy?

Not another word out of you, Chase.

Come on, Colter, are you really happy?

I ain't feeling it. But you keep this happy crap up and I... You know I'm

gonna have to do it, don't you?

What's that?

Flip out on you again?

That's why you're so angry, isn't it?

I thought so.

What are we doing?

I need supplies.

I'll tie you up in a room for a couple of hours.

Nice day.

Need some help?

Oh God, did you have to do that?

Turn around.

Don't even think about running. Mm-mm.

All right, get on.

I will be more comfortable in the buckboard.

Mount up.

Hey, okay, I just want to make you happy.

Whoa!

The object is to stay on the horse.

Now tell him that.

Once again, if you don't mind.

Come on.

The word said alive, remember?

All right, you win.

Get the motherboard.

Get in.

Are

you

happy?

What was that?

Are you happy, you know?

Are you a happy man?

What kind of a question is that?

Well, maybe it's crazy seeing how we barely know each other.

I don't know. I'm curious.

You being a gunfighter and all, living at death's door? Yes, okay.

I suppose I am. You suppose you are? Yes. Okay.

Okay, that's all I wanted to know.

What is it that makes you happy?

Oh, God. Shut up.

Great.

The genius is back.

What? No, I mean it. This is great. We have so much to talk about still.

Enough.

Get off.

Hi.

How are you?

Read any good books lately?

Shut up, Chase.

Drop your guns, Hickok.

Start walking.

What? You heard me. Start walking.

Crossed me for the last time. Last time I crossed you.

What the hell's that?

Walter, my gun!

My gun!

Where's Chase?

Get him over here.

He's fine. He ain't going nowhere.

You made it so easy for me to catch up in the first place.

Nothing to be in this mess.

You would have made a little less noise making your presence known.

No, you wouldn't have been nearly as friendly.

Come on, Coulter. I'm taking him in myself.

Chase?

Chase?

Chase, get over here.

He's got your horse.

No, he doesn't. Horses hate him.

Horses hate him.

Get off my horse.

Get on back.

The hell you said. Get on back. We ain't got time to argue.

Cut him off around the bush. I'll take the river.

My gun.

I'm gonna kill you, Chase.

Right now.

Come on, Colter. Let him up.

Reward ain't no good, Ted.

Satisfaction will be reward enough.

Gotta get something out of this.

You need the money.

Not this bad.

You need to eat?

I'd rather starve to death.

And deprive the world of so great a mind?

Let him go, Coulterton. Come on, let him go.

Let him go.

Go get your horse. We'll be in Walnut Creek before you know it.

Ain't making no more out of threats, Chase.

Next time you're dead. Hey!

Are they your men?

No.

Why'd you run off like that before then?

There were two men with large guns trying to kill me. I don't have a gun.

You guys ran off. You really need to ask?

They don't want to kill you, Chase. They just want the reward money.

Oh, really? Well, then why were they shooting at me?

Mount up.

Don't tell me you don't like horses.

They don't like me.

They just don't like getting shot at less.

Coulter ought to be pleasant company for the rest of the ride. A little bitter,

was he?

Yeah, a little bit.

If they kill him, we'll never find out where he hid the money. To hell with the

money. I want him dead.

Chase knows enough to put us all away. That's what we should be worried about.

So why didn't you make the warrant dead or alive?

I would have if the governor hadn't stepped in.

Besides, it's better this way.

With everyone knowing Chase did it, some angry citizen will kill him.

And it'll never be traced back to us.

Can I get a cheese sandwich and a sarsaparilla?

I don't like cheese.

That's all right, because you ain't eating.

Now, there's something I wouldn't mind sinking my teeth into.

James.

I hope you don't mind my calling you James.

Let me put forth a proposition to you.

If you'd be so kind as to advance me enough money to have a decent meal, I'd

be... It's a steak.

That much imagination I don't have.

Excuse me, barkeep.

Yeah. How much are you asking for those delicious-looking steaks?

Five dollars.

Five dollars?

High, but a reasonable amount to a starving man.

So, you want one or not?

Two.

For $50.

Chase, you better learn to add, mister.

Two steaks would be, uh, $10.

Well, not if you're willing to wager two of your best steaks against 50 that I

can read your mind.

Warning you.

How so?

Pick any number from one to 100, and I'll tell you what it is.

You're on.

You better learn how to add, mister.

Men lie.

Numbers don't. Are you happy,

Hickok? I thought we went through this already.

No, no, you never told me for sure.

Men were firing bullets at us, remember?

So tell me, I'm serious, are you?

I told you before.

I suppose I am.

And what is it exactly that makes you happy?

I don't know. Come on, you must.

What are you getting out of life that you want that makes you feel good?

Is it the fame?

The legend? The wild Bill Hickok?

No.

The books about you?

The notoriety? Come on, that must do something for you. Doesn't do a thing

for me, Trace.

When they talk about you after it's all over, what is it you want them to say?

You want him to talk about how you shot 20, 30 men, how you were the fastest gun

around? None of that means nothing to me.

What is it, then?

What do you want him to say about Jimmy Hickok?

Well, what I did was right.

Well, then you got to understand something, Hickok.

I didn't do what they say I did.

I'm serious.

I mean, yeah.

I took the money.

But not that way.

Or for the reasons that they say.

What was that?

I don't know.

Hungry?

when i first got the job at the holding company i went over their books to

familiarize myself the way they do business and i found out for a long time

they were making big contributions to bradley davis's political career so

so to begin with political contributions are no kind

of investment for a bank to be making with its depositors money

Especially when they're being made to the holding company's largest, single,

silent partner.

Secretary Davis?

The very same mastermind behind the scheme to bleed the banks dry and blame

their collapse on a series of staged bank robberies.

Be patient.

You're an intelligent boy. You'll get it in a second.

You, I'm not too sure about.

Just kidding.

So you're saying that the banks didn't even have any money?

A pittance next to what was supposed to be.

The bulk was already siphoned into their secret accounts.

So the robberies were made to cover up the theft?

Mm-hmm. I told you you'd get it in a second.

Until Chase robs everybody blind.

I did what was right.

I had access to all their accounts.

including secretary davis's and i had a list of all the depositors i took the

money all of it and i started to give it back to the citizens who

trusted the banks with it in the first place until i met you

What are you gonna do?

Mount up. Get to the Walnut Creek.

They'll kill me, and you know it.

Secretary Davis won't take that chance.

Well, now that there's a warrant out, he won't have to.

See, I'm sure there's plenty of honest citizens that'll be willing to do that

for him.

You got some imagination, Chase.

Hickok, I'm not pulling anything on you. I'm serious, and I can prove it.

You're wasting your time, Chase.

You say you ride out of Sweetwater?

I sent William F. Cody $78.53.

Sounded all familiar to you?

We're six hours out of Walnut Creek, and then we're done. We can go our separate

ways. Hickok, please.

What?

Nothing, Hickok. Forget it.

This isn't your problem. Sorry for all the trouble.

I mean, you're right.

Just because a few hundred people figure I ruined their lives is no reason to

suspect that they'd try to kill me.

And certainly the Secretary Davis won't mind giving up his political aspirations

to move into the territorial prison.

And as far as his ruthless partners are concerned, well, I'm sure they'll be

equally pleased to keep him company. Now, let's get a move on, friends, or

we're going to be late for my fair trial.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Well, how about that?

The law of chase.

You've done a fine thing here, Mr., uh, Coulter.

Jake Coulter. Yeah.

Marshal Steiger himself is due to come back and take custody of him this

afternoon.

Mighty important to him, I guess. Yeah, so it seems.

Deputy, lock the suspect up.

You know, you ought to go around, Mr. Coulter.

Chase has done around a whole lot of people's lives.

Well, the truth is, I did it for the money.

Money.

Right.

Well, that's all of it.

Well, I guess I can be going then.

Thanks for the memories, Chase.

Oh, don't thank me, Coulter.

Really, I'll always cherish the time we spent together.

Good

afternoon,

Marshal. Good afternoon.

What can I do for you?

James Steiger, Assistant Territorial Marshal.

Mr. Steiger, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

The pleasure's all mine, Marshal.

Your deputy told me you've got Mr.

Chase. Yes, sir, right this way.

There's him, sir.

Well, well.

Trying on my patience waiting for this day.

Good to see you smiling again, Colter.

Any last thoughts, Chase?

Anything you want to tell me for sure? Because if you're lying and you drug us

out here for nothing, you ain't going to get much chance to speak for yourself

later on.

No.

They ain't a threat.

No offense taken. See, I'm telling the truth.

You sure?

Yes. Can I go now?

Not until we meet Hickok.

You don't need me to meet Hickok, do you? You're a big boy. You can handle it

yourself.

I need you in case he don't show.

It ain't too late to turn you back in.

This ain't gonna work.

I told you before, Davis don't care about nobody but himself.

Our necks are on the line here.

Chase don't know we even robbed the banks. It don't matter.

If he goes to trial, Secretary Davis is finished.

Don't you think for one second he won't take us all down with him?

You did it.

Boys, what can I do for you?

We understand you've got law on Chase.

I did.

You did?

Where's he now?

Who the hell are you?

Assistant Territorial Marshal Steiger.

This here's my deputy.

Your Marshal Steiger?

Well,

that's that.

Everyone happy?

Delighted. Can I go now?

As soon as I get my bounty.

You did it for the money? That hurts me, Coulter.

All this time, I thought there was a friendship budding between you and me.

I've got to do a good thing. It comes back to haunt.

Now we're going to get out of this one.

We're going to die down here.

You're still dying, rich man.

I'm low on shot.

The rest of mine's in the wagon.

Chase!

I knew it, Dick Hawk.

I never shifted from you.

I just turned him in.

Don't give me that, Colter. You bought a story just as much as I did.

You need to do a little plan to wrap things up nice and pretty.

Yeah, that's because you wouldn't listen to us. I promised you'd get your money.

We could have just let him go.

We was lying the whole time.

Story about the territorial secretary.

Lies. We're in the bank. Lies.

Campaign donations.

Returning the money.

Reigns in the robbery.

Lies. Doing the right thing.

We're on a big bumpy ride that's going to lead us all down to the shadow.

We're going up to get the reloads. We don't die here.

I'm going to kill you.

Give me my rifle.

It ain't here.

Where'd it go?

Seen these men before?

Drop your gun.

Oh, God.

Identify yourselves.

James Stiger, Assistant Territorial Marshal.

Is that so?

Well, Chase, sounds like a good deal.

Tell them what you know about Secretary Davis and the bankman.

Give the money to the law to return to the citizens, and you'll walk away a

free man.

For a moment there, Hickok, I thought the party was over.

Look, I told you before, you got nothing to worry about.

Look, I want to thank you for helping me out.

I'd be a dead man otherwise.

It wasn't nothing.

You're too modest, Hickok.

What made you believe me?

Something inside told me that...

It was the right thing to do.

Thank you.

Been good knowing you.

Never boring in any case.

I see.

Well, well.

What's left to say?

Go away.

Right.

Chase.

Gonna need something to tide you over, Andy.

Figured the reward money would help you.

$100 ought to last you till you get back on your feet.

Oh, Jake.

Can I call you Jake?

This is wonderful. How can I thank you?

Just leave before I change my mind.

Well, I got a territorial secretary and his cronies to bring to justice and a

lot of wealth to redistribute.

Guess I'll be seeing you.

You watch out for yourself, Chase.

Oh, I don't think I'll have a problem.

Marshal Steiger, are you a happy man?

It's an odd gesture coming from you, Jake.

Yeah, well... I've seen you, Hickok.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.