All language subtitles for The Lone Gun 1954 Eng

*

(man)
The coffee will be
ready in a minute.

Pull up a chair.

Your cup's waitin'.

I've heard you
coming up the trail

for the past half hour.

You must have good ears.

Good ears, good hands,
good heart.

The liver isn't
much, though.

The name's Fairweather.

You don't say.

(chuckles)
Funny name, isn't it?

Well, it's a name.

I, uh,
didn't get yours.

Like I said,
you got good ears.

I'll just
call you "mister."

I don't believe in prying
into folks' business.

(liquid pouring)

Name is Cruze.

Well...

now we're old friends.

Helps out here.
It's a lonely place.

Where you heading?

No place in particular.

So am I.

Taking sort of
a geographical cure.

For your health?

You might call it that.

Any objections to riding
together a spell?

No objections now.

If any come up,
I'll let you know.

Fine.

It makes the miles
pass quickly

when two men are
talkative...

or even one.

How about a little
acey-duecey, Mr. Cruze?

No, thanks.

Casino? Fan Ten?
One-Eyed Jacks?

Nope.

Rummy then?

You got more than
a bum liver.

You got
a one-track mind.

Oh, I don't know.

Some men get their
kicks out of women,

others whiskey.

Me?

I like cards.

You handle 'em
like you knew how.

Come by it naturally.

The age of six, my father
taught me to play rummy.

Cost him $300 before dark.

Ma liked to have
died laughing.

By the time I was 12,
I was so famous

that no one would
sit in a game with me,

not for long, anyway.

Well, there's
always solitaire.

Hate solitaire.

Always wind up cheating
either myself...or me.

Don't get in any
shooting scrapes.

One of you is liable
to get killed.

It's odd you mentioning a
shooting scrape over cards.

Back there a-piece, they just
had a big one last week.

Is that so?

Three men shot
by some tinhorn.

The marshal got him,
locked him up.

Didn't do any good, though.

The townsfolk
called him out

and had themselves
a first-class necktie party.

Glad I didn't stick around
to see it.

Oh, not that I'm squeamish

or anything like that,
understand.

It's just that
I'm against lynching.

I'm all for law.

What law?

I don't quite get you.

I said "What law?"

Law is something on paper,

and paper is something
you wrap meat in.

Don't move.

I said don't move.

I wasn't aiming at you,
Mr. Cruze.

(Cruze)
It's only a blacksnake.

It could have been
a sidewinder.

Thanks, Fairweather.

As soon as we hit Morrow Pine,
I'll buy you a drink.

Just for shooting
a harmless snake?

No, my friend,

for not shooting me.

*

(horse neighs)

Hi, Hank.

(laughs)

Howdy, boys.
What's your pleasure?

Well, the whiskey you serve
here ain't no pleasure.

The only guarantee
I ever give

is that you don't
turn blue. Ha ha.

I got a good one
for you.

Rancher by the name
of Williams

lives just south of here,
across the county line.

He's got 100 head
of choice calves,

and they haven't even
been branded yet.

They will be.

That'll be 60 cents
for the drinks, boys.

Ah.

Here, keep the change.

Thank you.

Come on.
The first drink's on me.

In a minute.

First, I have to sell
the buckskin and saddle.

That's all you own.

It'll stake me
to a new career.

(Cruze)
How are you gonna
get out of town

in case the cards
don't run your way?

Poker, my friend,
is a game of skill.

Fairweather.

Yeah, it is.
Well, what do you know!

You, uh, have me at
a disadvantage, friend.

I don't--
El Paso. You remember.

I've been there.

We sat in the same
red dog game.

Played it once or twice.

In fact, I may even have
invented the game.

You beat me out of $500,
you dirty tinhorn,

but you made a mistake
and left the deck.

Impossible. You have
the wrong man, mister.

Cough up, squirt!

I don't owe you anything.

And even if I did,
I'm tapped out.

It's my slack season.

Then I'll take your saddle
and what's under it.

Not today, friend.

Cruze, behind you!

(punches landing)

Be a good boy.

Don't make me deal a hand
on your head.

(crowd murmuring)

On your feet.

Fairweather,
get their guns.

Empty 'em and then
give 'em back.

Who are these apes anyway?

Just apes.
Can't seem to place them.

But then the only
card players I remember

are those who have
cleaned me.

Their name's Moran.
They're brothers.

Faces like those you see
on reward posters.

What'd you
butt in for?

That dirty tinhorn
cheated me out of $500.

You don't look like
you ever had $500.

You're asking for
real trouble, mister.

Good.

Should we start
all over again?
Yeah.

Just stick around
town a while.

(crowd murmuring)

Fairweather, now you
owe me a drink.

My pleasure.

Nice friend to have.
Where's he from?

Uh, Independence,
Missouri.

1536 East Maple Street,
upstairs, in the rear.

I asked you
where he was from.

Friend,
I've made it a rule

never to ask people
where they've been,

only where they're going.

Would you be interested
in buying a saddle?

Do I understand you aim
to sell this gear?

This gear?

Well, maybe I do
and maybe I don't.

This saddle belonged
to my old pappy.

Of course he's dead now,

doesn't have much use
for it anymore.

However, I don't suppose
it would do any harm

if you'd care to examine
the workmanship.

Marvin Booth's my name.

I own the Mile Pine Hotel.

Mine's Cruze.

I own this shirt and
those two horses out there.

Mind if I join you?

Bartender?
Another glass.

I'm also the mayor here.

You're a busy man.

I'll be brief
with you, Cruze.

I don't know what
your background is,

but this town's
shy a marshal.

We're willing to pay
a hundred a month.

Pretty good money.

What happened
to the last one?

Found it more profitable to
break the law than enforce it.

And now you're willing
to appoint me

just because I knocked
a few heads together.

I could be wrong about you,

but I don't think so.

I had a taste of being
marshal in another town

just like this.

The jail had two doors.

For my money,
it was one door too many.

I don't understand.

It's a little embarrassing
when you lock a man up

and meet him an hour later
on the street.

I turned in my badge.

It'll be a cold day
before I take another.

I promise you it'll
be different here.

I won't lie to you, Cruze.

This town isn't
heaven, either.

We've had lawlessness
in the past,

and we'll probably have more,
maybe a lot more,

if we can't find
a decent marshal.

You'll find him.

Just keep throwing
those badges around.

So you honestly feel that
what you did was right,

walking out when
the going got tough,

when you were needed most.

Watching you handle those
Morans gave me the idea

that you were the man
that we need.

Well, I guess
I made a mistake.

*

Morning, Marshal.

Morning, Fairweather.

I thought you sold
that saddle.

Oh, I did,
but I got it back.

You know, he was the unluckiest
man I've ever seen,

couldn't even pair.

Who was dealing?

Why, he was.
I just cut.

You know, I've had
a lot of complaints

about the way you've been
operating, Fairweather.

Oh, losers always complain.

It's a cross the men
of talent must bear.

Yeah, you're talented
all right.

The ten days
we've been in town,

you've made
quite a dent.

Oh, it's been nothing.

Just sort of
feeling out the market.

You know, I'm glad the mayor
talked you into staying.

If you think knowing me

is going to do you
any good, Fairweather,

better draw another card.

Why, I wasn't referring to our
mutual affection, Marshal.

I wouldn't trade on that.

It's just that this
is such a nice town.

Prosperous and clean.

Just don't try to
make it any cleaner.

You know, I've always
dreamed of settling down

in a town like this
and retiring.

I'd build myself a beautiful
white-framed house

with a lovely garden
out back.

Never touch a deck again.

Oh, I've drawn the plans,
I guess, a hundred times.

A very generous-sized parlor

with maybe just two tables,

one for draw
and one for stud.

And my dealers,

they'd be nice,
refined gentlemen,

if you know what I mean.

Listen, Fairweather,

I'm not the least
bit interested

in your vine-covered
gambling joint.

I'm interested in
keeping a low mortality
rate in this town.

So get this
and get it straight:

anymore squawks

and you'll be
inside looking out.

Why, Marshal, don't you
believe in free enterprise?

*

(shouting)

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

(cattle mooing)

(shouting)

(mooing)

(mooing)

You got to help us, Marshal.

This cattle rustling's
out of hand.

The varmints are cleaning out
ranches in every county.

Me and the missus are
about out of business.

A hundred head's
a mighty tough loss
for anyone, Mr. Williams.

Did you say the trail
led to Morrow Pine?

I said I thought
it led here.

Couldn't be sure, though,

with the rain
washing out the tracks.

Any ideas, Cruze?

I haven't seen the Moran
brothers around town lately.

Could be they're mixing
business with pleasure.

Yeah, you might
have something there.

I wouldn't put
cattle rustling
past them.

You wouldn't know where they
hang their hats, would you?

Well, there's been
some talk about them

hanging around
the Downing Ranch,

up the North Road
about five miles.

Keep the shop open
while I'm gone, Mr. Tuttle.

I'll do what I can
for you, Mr. Williams.

Thanks, Marshal,
be mighty grateful.

*

(mooing)

(cattle mooing)

(whinnies)

(gunshot)

You're on private property,
mister.

What do you want?

A new hat.

This one cost me $5.

You're lucky it was
only your hat.

You must be
Charlotte Downing.

(cocks rifle)

That's right.

My brother Cass and I
own this place.

(cattle mooing)

It's quite a herd you got
down there, Miss Downing.

What would it be?
About a thousand head?

You figuring on
buying some, Marshal?

Looks like you've got
some to sell.

I've been asking a few questions
of folks in these parts,

and they tell me you only
own about 150 head.

What business
is that of yours?

(Cruze)
It is my business.

What's the matter?
That tin badge
gone to your head?

I didn't come here
for a rematch.

I just want to check
your stock, Downing.

I want to see
if it's healthy...

and I want to see
if it's yours.

That herd's his
all right,

and some of them
are ours.

Brought 'em in
from El Paso.

Then you won't object
if I ride down there

and take a look
at their brands.

You got a warrant,
Marshal?

Yeah,
what about that?

You're a lawman.

That means you got
to be legal.

Looks like you boys
have something to hide.

I'll get the warrant...

and I'll be back.

He's liable
to be troublesome.

Yeah, I looked
real hard.

I didn't see any
price tag, either.

He can be had
real cheap.

Yeah?
Just a penny's worth
of lead.

What do you say
we spend it?

Gad, get some help and
drill some neat holes

in that warrant
he mentioned.

That's out, Tray.

I stood still for stolen cattle
but not for murder.

Shut up, Downing.

You make noises like
you had some choice.

I don't think
they meant it.

You didn't think
they'd fatten

stolen cattle on
our land, either.

We're in so deep with them,
we couldn't get out.

That was different.

Cass.

Cass...

you knew what
they were up to

when they first
came to us

with the proposition,
didn't you?

We were failing,
weren't we?

We were in danger
of losing the whole place.

So it's true.

We weren't duped by them.

We're common thieves.

I am, Charlotte, not you.

Oh, please, sis, what's--
what's done is done.

I can't change it.

Why can't you?

Because I owe
the Morans money.

$3,000.

$3,000?

Well, how did you think
I was keeping the payments
up on this place?

You've got to
pay them back, Cass.

With what, promises?

There must be some way
you can raise the money?

Believe me, I've tried,
Charlotte, everywhere.

You've got to
keep on trying.

Okay, sis.

I'll ride into town
and see what I can do.

Get my horse, Alfredo.

Señorita.

When the señorita worries,
Juan and Alfredo worry also.

Thanks, Juan.

It's a long time since we
seen the señorita smile.

This used to be
such a happy place,

before those Morans
come here.

Well, welcome to the local
lockup, Miss Downing.

I'm honored.

You needn't be.

I only came here to warn
you you're in danger.

Why, is it possible
someone dislikes me?

Very possible.

Who's writing my obituary?

The Morans.

You're a threat to them.

And the only way they
know how to stop a threat

is with a bullet.

Why are you
telling me this?

I have a reason.

Tell me the reason,

and I'll know just how
grateful I should be.

My brother and I
are in trouble.

With the law
or with the Morans?

Both.

You must realize,
Miss Downing,

that if I'm after the Morans
for stealing cattle,

I'm also after your brother.

As far as I know,
he's in it with them.

Cass realizes
his mistake.

He wants to quit.

And they won't let him.

Maybe I can talk to them
in another language.

You will go easy on Cass,

won't you, Marshal?

They're not paying me
to go easy

on anyone who breaks the law,
Miss Downing.

Thanks for the warning.

I appreciate your
interest in my welfare.

*

This is made
to order for us.

Luke, get up
in that tower.

Red, get in that barn.

(gunshot)

(crowd murmuring)

Violence already,
Marshal?

Yeah, they tried
to dry gunner.

These two men working
for you, Downing?

No. Why should you ask that?

One of their horses is
carrying your brand.

(Downing)
We sell a lot of horses
under our brand.

(Cruze)
Never seen him before?

No.

Not even riding
with the Morans?

I don't remember.

Maybe when I serve
this search warrant
on you tomorrow,

it'll improve
your memory.

Hear you dug up
a couple of customers
for me, Marshal.

Are they hot or cold?

Well! Cold...and a pair.

Well, that's more than
I got playing poker with
him this afternoon.

Sorry to spoil
your game, Doc.

That's quite
all right, Marshal.

Here, boys,
take these cadavers
out of here.

Oh, Mr. Booth?

Nice boy, Cass Downing.

Played cards with him.

His hands are
full of calluses.

Tries to grow them on
his conscience, too.

He does a bad job.

Some trouble?
Plenty.

The Morans have him
on a hook.

Wish I knew how he plans
to wriggle free.

There's been enough killing.

Which reminds me,
are you doing what I told you?

Oh, you mean
about my Derringer?

Sure thing, Marshal.

I check it with the
bartender every morning.

Makes me feel
kind of naked, though.

Well, you won't catch cold.

There'll be no carrying
of concealed weapons

while I'm marshal
in this town.

Mr. Booth.

About that $3,000,
you said--

I told you
I'd think it over.

I have, Downing.

I've decided
you're a bad risk.

Are we supposed to
believe the marshal's

made out of cast iron?

That bullets
bounce off him?

Next time don't send a boy
to do a man's job.

Don't talk like that, Hort.

I might forget
you're my brother.

Shut up, both of you!

The lawman was just
lucky today.

Next time,
we'll get him.

Why wait?

We know he's aiming to come out
and search this place.

So let him come?
What's he gonna find?

The boys just finished
changing the brands
on the last 50 head.

It's the kid
I'm thinking about.

He's been hot as
a firecracker lately.

He won't open his yap
if he knows what's
good for him.

That's just it.

Does he know
what's good for him?

Trying to raise that
money he owes us

means he wants to end our
beautiful friendship.

I wouldn't worry
about that.

Last time I saw him,
he was headed for the saloon.

He ain't gonna raise
no 3,000 there.

Probably not,
but you never can tell.

Money might start
growing on trees.

Well, what are
we gonna do?

Light a fuse.

Firecrackers explode.

Make it another
double, Charlie.

Glad to.

That shootin' ruined
the night's business.

Might as well
make two customers

out of the one I've got.

How about a little
penny-ante, Downing,

just to pass the time?

Penny-ante game isn't
gonna do me any good.

That whiskey isn't gonna
do you any good, either.

Come on, kid.

Care to deal?

Doesn't matter.

Oh, but it does.

No matter what happens,

war or peace,
boom or slump,

it's always
important who deals.

Cut.

There he is, getting another
lesson in fancy shufflin'.

Yeah.
Gives me an idea.

We better complete
his education.

Howdy, gents.
What'll it be?

Drinkin' whiskey.

Hey, isn't that the tinhorn's
pop-gun up there?

The Derringer?
Yeah.

He checked it with me
like the marshal ordered.

Let me see it.

Looks like a toy,

but it fires two .38s
plenty hard at close range.

Just in case school
lets out early.

Well, if it isn't
our little landlord.

Trying to win $3,000?

We, uh, heard you's
a little short of cash,

so we've been out trying
to borrow it for you.

Can't win a steak
in a penny-ante game.
Take you a hundred years.

We're through,
you understand?

I didn't think
you'd go that far,

but that only proves
how wrong a guy can be.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Downing.

You want me
to make it plainer?

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

What we do, we do.

It's nothing for you
to worry about.

All you got to
worry about

is that $3,000
you owe us...

and that's all,
understand?

I'll get the money.

I don't know how,
but I'll get it.

And when I do, I'll let
the marshal pay it to you.

Oh, that wouldn't be
very smart.

Look, Downing,

you don't want us on
the ranch anymore, right?

Right, and you can
take the cattle.

I don't want
any part of 'em.

So here's what we do.

We play one hand of poker.

If I lose,
you get the 3,000,

you can pay us back
and we'll go.

If you lose,
we get the ranch and you go.

The 3,000 I owe you
against the ranch?

Kinda interesting, huh?

You're on.

But who's gonna deal?

Let the tinhorn.

He don't stand
to win or lose,

so he won't be pulling
from anywhere but the top.

I don't know.

That's a pretty
big deal.

Go on, tinhorn, shuffle 'em.

*

(chuckles)
What's the matter, kid?

You look like you had
your bags packed already.

Cards, son?

I'll take three.

The kids says
he buys three.

I'll take three,
and make 'em good.

(laughs)

Tough luck, kid.
You lose. Three kings.

Full House, Moran.
I'm free of you.

Yeah.

Pretty lucky.

But don't run away
with that money.

You owe it to us,
remember?

You'll get it, Moran.

Through the marshal
like I told you.

(gun drops)

(crowd murmuring)

I don't suppose anyone
will want to claim this.

I will.

But how it got off
the bartender's rack

and crawled over here,
you'll have to ask him.

How about it, Charlie?

I wouldn't know.

The tinhorn and I
were alone in here

when I went out the back
to the storeroom
to get a case of rye.

Maybe it took
a walk then.

You should know
that I didn't do it.

He didn't do it? Ha!
How do you like that?

The kid was shot
in the back.

So it had to come from
where you're sitting.

Sure. We're all
witnesses.

That's the tinhorn's
money.

The kid was
taking him plenty

That's a lie.

Charlie, pick up
that money.

Sure, Marshal.

Fairweather, all the evidence
points to you.

I'm locking you up.

But I'm telling you, Marshal,
that when the shot was fired--

Tell it to the judge
and the jury.

Have the doc take care
of the body.

What do we need
a trial for?

Let's string the skunk
up right now.

Fairweather's in custody.

When the Circuit Judge gets
here, he'll be tried.

Any man who makes a move
to lynch him, I'll kill.

(crowd murmuring)

Come on, boys, give me
a hand with the body.

In the cell, Fairweather.

(lock turns)

Book him on
suspicion of murder.

Amuse yourself.

Thanks.
I'll tell my fortune.

Maybe the cards know
what the future holds.

Don't you want me
to make a statement?

You've already made it.

Yes, but who will
believe me with this face?

It's been the bane
of my existence.

I'm not capable of anything.

The only thing
I'm really guilty of

is trying to help the kid.

I figured I'd
throw him a bone

so he could
pay off the Morans.

That bone entered his back
and came out his chest.

That one I didn't throw.

I've done a lot of things
in my life,

but I've never
raised my hand

against a fellow
human being.

Unless, of course,
it held cards.

What are the odds
for conviction?

(Cruze)
I wouldn't know.

Well, with just this
circumstantial evidence,

I'd say it's, uh,
eight to five for acquittal,

under ordinary conditions,
that is, but...

I'm a gambler...

and a stranger.

I'd say it's less
than even money.

Well, you'll have
two weeks to take bets.

Circuit Judge will be here
the first of the month.

Figure out whether
you hang or not?

This tres of spades
keeps haunting me.

Shown up three times.

Yeah?
What does it mean?

Could mean Tray Moran.

Are you trying to say that
Tray Moran had Downing killed?

It was my gun
but their money.

I had no reason
to shoot the boy.

You believe me?

I'm just one man.

The law says
there has to be 12.

(chuckles)
Gets worse all the time.

I doubt if there are 12 men
in town I haven't cleaned.

*

Miss Downing.

I suppose you've brought
the warrant.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

The stolen cattle are all
out there on the range.

This was your brothers.
He won it last night.

$3,000.

What good is this now
without Cass?

I remember the day
we moved onto this place.

Things were pretty rundown.

But that didn't
bother us much.

In fact, it was
sort of a challenge.

Figured how we'd mend
all those fences,

paint the sheds,

run in some good
breeding stock.

(sighs)
And then maybe five years,

rebuild the house.

But that was before
the Morans showed up,

talked Cass
into a shortcut.

You've got to forget about
all this and start over again.

You've got quite a job
to rebuild this ranch.

How can I?

I'm as guilty
as the Morans.

I don't think so.

I don't think you knew
what they were up to.

You'll be my witness
and testify against them.

She'll testify
against nobody.

You must be getting lonesome
for your brother.

To protect
my little business,

I'm willing to spend
another bullet.

You're under arrest for
grand larceny, Moran.

Come on.

*

It's the marshal,
and he's got Tray.

Hold it.

You might miss him
and get Tray.

Let's force him
into those rocks.

That'll give Tray
a chance to pull away.

(gunshot)

Head for those rocks
and do it quick!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Get moving, Moran!

Let's separate!
We'll get 'em in a pocket!

(gunshots)

(bullet ricocheting)

Let's get out of here!

Señor Marshal,
we've come to help.

La Señorita send us.

Thanks. You got here
in the nick of time.

Señor, we must go back
to the rancho quick.

Lead the way.

(horse snorting)

(crickets chirping)

The whole thing's
getting red hot.

Just don't think about it.
It's only the middle link.

As soon as it's hot enough,
I can crack it open.

Think about
the marshal.

I had plenty of time
to think when I was
the marshal's guest!

Don't let it cool, Tray.
Set it down.

We missed a lot of
chances with him

just because we didn't
use our heads!

Well, we better start
using our heads now.

We can't go back
to the ranch.
We can't go back to town.

How are we gonna get that
1,000 head off the ranch?

We can't with the marshal
breathing down our necks!

Go on, keep talking.
It helps.

Well, I was thinking, we...

we gotta set this thing up
right, once and for all.

If we...

If we spring his little
friend out of jail,

we take the tinhorn
away from him,

the marshal will
come to us,

and we'll be
waiting for him.

(coughs)

(chuckles)

There.
Wasn't too bad, was it?

Didn't feel a thing.
Thanks, Doctor.

Not at all.

I'm glad my boys
got to you in time.

I'd have been a sitting duck
if they hadn't.

Gracias, amigos.
A pleasure, señor.

It was nothing,
señor.

I better be getting back.

Don't you think you'd better
spend the night at the ranch?

I can't spare the time.
I've got to raise a posse.

The Morans may try to make
a run for it tonight.

They won't leave,
not before they sell
that herd of stolen cattle.

Can you prove
they're stolen cattle?

Not just hearsay
but actual proof?

I've seen them
changing brands.

That ought to be enough.

Would you ride into town
tonight with me

and make that statement
before the mayor?

I...

I don't know.

Look, you'll be
helping to prove

that one of the Morans
shot your brother.

I'll be ready
in five minutes.

Gad, get Charlie.

This is gonna be just like
shooting fish in a barrel.

We're taking Fairweather
out of here

and up to Vulture's Nest.

Gad told me.
What do you want from me?

You make sure
the marshal follows us,

that's what
you can do for us.

How do I do that?
You figure that out...

if you want a big cut
of the payoff.

How big?

Fourth cut of
a thousand head.

You know I'll figure out
something.

Gad, stay with the horses.
This won't take long.

(snoring)

(door closes)

All right, Tuttle,
settle down.

You got a key
to these bracelets?

Sure, Mr. Moran--
Get it!

All right, but I'll get in
plenty trouble for this.

You're in plenty
trouble now, Tuttle.

You look pretty good
in there, tinhorn.

How do you like it?

Better and better.

Oh, no, Tuttle.
These go with me.

Now the key
to the cell.

We're taking your
guest along with us.

I can't, Mr. Moran!
Get the keys!

Please! What'll I say when
they find him gone?

You won't say
a word, Tuttle.

Not a word.

Uhh!
(body falls)

Outside, tinhorn.

And they call
the Indians savages?

Hold it, Hort.

I'm gonna set up
the evidence.

This one's gonna be
airtight.

(cocks rifle)

(gunshot)

Come on, let's go.

Hyah!

(murmuring)

What's your report, Doc?

Death by rifle shot.

He'd have died anyway
from the skull fracture.

You have my deepest
sympathy, Mrs. Tuttle.

(weeping)
Ben Tuttle was a kind man.

Too gentle for
a job like this.

(Mrs. Tuttle)
That fiend in the cell

must have found him
easy to fool.

Found you easy to fool,
too, didn't he, Marshal?

I'm afraid
the evidence indicates

that the man you believed
innocent of one murder

has committed two.

Is the body just
as you found it?

Yes, sir. It looks like
the prisoner grabbed him,

pulled him into the bars,
took his rifle away from him,

caved in his skull
with the butt of it,

then shot him
for good measure.

That kind of hangs it on
your pal Fairweather,
don't it, Marshal?

He was no pal of mine.

You rode into town
together.

And if you ask me,
it was mighty funny

you being out of town when
he made this getaway.

(crowd murmuring)

I'd like to get a posse
of eight men.

Eight men to go after
one tinhorn gambler?

No, Charlie, I'm going
after the Morans.

You believe the Morans
are implicated in
this crime, Marshal?

Yes, and in all the cattle
rustling going on around here,

and the murder of
Cass Downing.

Don't believe it, folks.

This man's trying to
blame innocent people

for his own pal's crime

I'm betting he fixed
the whole thing.

Sure looks
like it to me.

(man)
Me, too.

Now just a minute,
all of you!

I brought proof
of what I'm saying.

It's true.

The Morans forced
themselves onto our ranch

to graze the cattle
they stole from you.

My brother strung along
with them for a while.

Then when he tried
to get out of it,

they killed him.

But, Marshal,
I can't see

what the Morans want
with Fairweather.

It's simply this,
Mr. Mayor.

They wanted to make sure

that he'd be blamed
for both killings.

They're expecting me
to come after them

to bring Fairweather back.

and that's exactly what I intend
to do, ride into their trap.

I'll bring a posse to spring
a trap of our own.

Now who'll be the first
to volunteer?

Don't look at me, Marshal.
I've got a wife and kids.

Me, too. I don't hanker to
shoot it out with nobody,

especially Tray Moran.

(crowd murmuring)

Well, Mr. Mayor?

I'm sorry, Marshal.

This is a peace-loving
community.

I can't send
these good people

out to get
themselves killed.

That's right, Mayor.
It's his job.

That's what
he was hired for.

All right,
I'll go alone,

but not for this
peace-loving community.

I'll go for my own
self-respect.

Make him turn back
his badge, Mr. Mayor!

Yeah.
Yeah.

You're just like the people
in the last town.

They wanted
law and order, too,

but they didn't have
the guts to back it up.

I'm sorry, Marshal.

I'll have to ask you
for your badge.

Not a chance, Mayor.

I gave up the last one,
but this one I'm keeping,

at least for this one job.

There's bound to be
some gunplay,

and I don't want your
good citizens

to charge me with murder.

You ain't fooling nobody.

You're just riding out
to hook up

with the tinhorn gambler
friend of yours,

not the Morans.

I believe in you,
if it helps any.

Well, it sure does.

I wish you'd let them
have that badge.

I hate to see you go on
such a dangerous job.

I owe it to Fairweather.

He left this card for me
on his bunk in his cell.

Tres of spades.

He named it Tray Moran
last night

while he was telling
his fortune.

He knew I'd understand
and try to help him.

Don't try it alone. Let's go
back to the ranch first.

Juan and Alfredo
can ride with you.

Thanks, but two men are
not enough to do any good.

It's better alone unless you
can go in on real strength.

It's one of those times
I wish I were a man.

It's a time I'm special
glad you're not.

Just make sure
you come back, will you?

I'll be back.

My luck can't be
that bad, not now.

So long.

Adios.

(horse galloping)

This isn't according
to Hoyle, you know?

The condemned man is entitled
to a good breakfast.

Who said you're condemned?

We saved your life,
didn't we?

Right now you'd be
no good to us dead.

Eat your grub
and shut up.

I can still swallow
a lot easier

with some of
my good coffee.

No fires until we know
how we stand.

Expecting someone?

Yeah, Charlie.

Charlie.

Would that be
the bartender

who slipped you
the Derringer
I checked with him?

Pretty slick deal,
wasn't it?

Sure got you measured
for a new necktie.

You're exposing
your hand, Moran.

I don't mind.

Figures like this.

When Charlie tells us the
marshal's got himself a posse,

we'll hightail up a trail

over them mountains
for new country.

Leaving that big
herd of yours behind,

eating the Downing
grass?

That's right,
and you, too.

But not eating any grass,
just lying in it.

It looks like
the case card is mine.

The marshal's made
a lot of boosters

back there at Morrow Pine.

He won't have any trouble
raising a posse.

Well, I figure different.

The way we set up
the evidence,

he can't have
many friends left.

Well, as much as
I hate betting

against my own chances,

five will get you ten,
it's a posse.

You're faded.

This is one bet
I hope I lose.

You won't last much longer if
the marshal comes lone-handed.

(both laugh)

Yeah. That's right.

We take this right-hand
trail here to a spot

we know where dry-gulching
your friend will be duck soup.

We lay you out close by
so folks will think

you and him shot it out
all alone.

Then we go get our steers and
trail herd 'em to market.

I have to hand it
to you, Moran.

It takes brains to be as
complete a skunk as that.

Don't trifle with
your luck, sucker.

You forget,
that's my profession.

Rider coming.

(horse galloping)

I can tell by your grin

things worked out
our way.

Slick as a whistle.

The marshal tried to put
the blame on you boys,

but I got the citizens
so steamed up

they wouldn't even ride with him
to a Sunday School picnic.

Where's Cruze now.

'Bout a mile or two back,
and he's coming single-o.

But he won't know which one
of the two trails to take.

Yeah? Well, I'll
mark it for him
so he can't miss it.

You better start back.

And keep out of
the marshal's way.

I'll go after him.

I'll circle around him
through the woods.

So long, boss.

Don't play it too close.
That Cruze is dynamite.

I know.

We're gonna explode him
out in the open

where he can't
hurt nobody.

All right, let's go.

*

Hyah! Hyah!

Where you going so fast?

I thought you were
a highwayman.

What are you doing
way up here?

I take a gallop
every morning.

Bartending's sort of
confining.

Not nearly as confining
as where you're headed.

Playing games with
the Morans, huh?

Me and the Morans playmates?

Why, Marshal, whatever
give you an idea like that?

Quit stalling.

You've just been
up there to see them.

I followed your trail to where
you picked up their tracks.

Prints of four horses,
fresh prints,

not over two hours old.

A lot of people take
that trail to the hills.

Yeah, and I know
two who are

going back up there
right now: you and me.

Get bunkered.
But what for, Marshal?

I'm going to pick up
the Morans,

and I may need
you to help.

You won't need
your gun, Marshal.

I never pack one, never.

Yeah, I know.
Neither do weasels.

Now get going!

(humming)

Yes, sir.

I used to be as
handy with a frying pan

as I am with a deck of cards.

Why, my Crepe Suzettes were
the talk of San Antoine.

You got a lot of
happy lip for a guy

who isn't gonna live
much longer.

If I live until you
personally get the marshal,

I'll die of old age, nitwit.

You tinhorn,
I owe you one,

and this is a lot harder
than a deck of cards.

Call off your dog, Moran,
before I burn the bacon.

Lay off the cook, Hort.
I'm hungry.

Yeah, you're hungry,

so I got to let this
sidewinder call me names.

Get on down to that
lookout we picked.

If you're that trigger happy,

you can have first crack
at the marshal.

And I got first
on you, too.

I'm laying nine to two you
never exercise the option.

If I knew what that meant,
I'd take the bet.

*

Vulture's Nest.

Good name for
a Moran campsite.

I wouldn't know.

Looks like those handcuffs they
left for me on the back trail

were an invitation
to breakfast.

Get off your horse.

You ain't figuring on
walking me way up there?

Now I'm getting tired
of your company.

Take off that coat.

Take it off!

What's the idea anyway?

Quit kicking.

Didn't I pick a nice
shady tree for you?

I'll be back to take you
to the town lockup.

You got nothing on me.

I will have...

or I won't
be back at all.

You know, killing a cook
as good as you

is gonna be a crime.

Then why commit a crime?

Tray!

Charlie's on the up trail
coming back!

Bring him on up!

That's funny.
I wonder what's gone wrong.

Maybe there's
a posse coming.

(chuckles)
I, uh, could win
my bet after all.

Hi, Charlie.
What brought you back?

One yell and you'll
be waking up in
the devil's cookhouse.

Get up that trail.
No tricks.

Stand where you are.
Get your hands high.

Hello, Marshal.

You looked so good in
Charlie's fancy clothes,

I didn't know you.

Yeah, he fooled me 'til
he fell off a horse on me.

Come for a sociable
visit, Marshal?

I've come to put all
three of you under arrest.

Why, Marshal,

you talk like you've
had the drop on us.

Well, he's got
the drop on me,
and he means business!

You heard
your brother, Tray.

You, too, Gad.

One move and Hort goes.

What are you gonna do
after that, Marshal,

against the two of us
and no shield in front of you?

Before my shield
hits the ground,

there'll only be
one of you left.

Then the odds will be even.

Seems to me like you got
a bear by the tail

and can't let go, Marshal.

Gad, let's me and you
spread out sidewise.

If he gets Hort,
you take the tinhorn

and leave Cruze to me.

Take one step,
either one of you,

and Hort's done for.

Do like he says.
He means it, I tell you.

Make your play, Marshal.
Arrest us.

Fairweather, I'm making
you my deputy.

I'll be happy
to join you.

Where's his tin badge,
Marshal?

Get their guns.
Tray Moran's first.

Now we both got
a shield, Marshal.

You shoot Hort,
and I drop your deputy.

You wouldn't like that,
now, would you?

Innocent little gambler
who never shot nothing

but a spare ace up his cuff.

You making
a confession, Moran?

Why not? This won't get
father than these rocks.

And now I'm gonna
force your hand.

Gad,

start shifting
to one side

where you can get a clear
shot at the marshal.

Don't do it!
He'll shoot me!

I'm right sorry, Hort,

but it's better
me and Gad got away

than all three of us hang.

Play your hand, Marshal.

Don't let what happens
to me stop you.

I'll take the gamble,

raise them
your whole stack.

Get moving!

But I'll be
killing Hort.

That's just too bad!
Get moving!

Quit stalling!
Get on with it!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

I got so worried about you,
I couldn't wait in town.

Well, it's a little late,

but I got my posse
after all.

He didn't
need one.

With me as
his deputy...

(laughs)

Fairweather's
completely vindicated.

He's a free man.

Well, congratulations.

From the looks of things,
that's more than I can
say for the marshal.

I'm laying three to one
he's in for life.

Ah! This will make
the señorita very happy.

And the señor, too, hmm?

Fairweather,
take over.

Right.

*

Well, let's head
for town, boys.

I'll incarcerate
these culprits,

and then how about a little
acey-deucey, hmm?

*

*

(roars)