All language subtitles for The.Texican.1966

[♪♪♪]

Next time you let
a prisoner get away, Marshal,

try to keep him
on your side of the river.

This ain't legal.

You can't take me back.
We're on Mexican soil.

And you'll be eating
a mouthful of it

if you open
your face again.

How'd you happen
to find him
over there, Carlin?

I didn't. He found me,
tried to steal my horse.

He's a bad one.
Killed a woman
in El Paso.

I'll be glad
to get him back,

but you're taking
quite a chance

handing him over to me.

I've got no use
for his kind.

That's not
what I meant.

There's a price
on your head
in the States.

The Rio Grande
is just over the rise.

Suppose I decide
to take you back in too?

You've known me
for a long time, Dick.

I'd hate to see you try.

So long as you stay
on this side
of the river, Carlin,

I won't be looking
for you.

But if you ever try
to come across...

If I ever do decide
to come back,
I'll remember that.

[HORSE NICKERING]

[♪♪♪]

You don't have to run.

Your testimony
could hang Luke Starr.

Yeah, and that's just why
I'm getting out.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Starr doesn't know
that you've talked to me.

He doesn't even know
where you are.

Doesn't he?

BERNIE:
This relay station is only
12 miles from Rimrock.

He reached 20 times that far
to drive your brother
into Mexico.

All right, then just give me
a signed statement
how Luke framed him.

You're not asking
for much, are you?

Look, I'll hire some men
to ride with you.

They'll see you
get out of the territory

before Luke even knows
you're gone.

You'd do anything
to get this story,
now, wouldn't you?

"Roy Carlin:
the fighting editor."

I'd do anything
to make this place
fit to live in.

To rid the Cherokee Strip
of Luke Starr.

And that goes
whether my paper
prints the story or not.

Suppose I gave you
the signed statement
you want.

Are you leather-brained
enough to think

that Luke wouldn't send
some men after me
no matter where I went?

You help me nail Luke
in a court of law--

What law?

You seen any
around here lately?

You give me
the right evidence,

and I'll see
that he's taken before
a federal judge in Denver.

You're wasting your time,
and mine.

Uh, why can't you see it?
There's nothing to run from.

Once you cut the head
off of a snake,

you don't worry
about the rest of it,
do you?

If you're talking
about Luke Starr,
you've got a long way to go.

Me? I'm getting out
while there's still time.

What's the matter?
You think
you've seen a ghost?

I didn't expect
to see you here, Luke.

There are a lot
of surprises tonight.

Since when did you
and Roy Carlin
become so friendly?

Uh, uh, I hardly know him.
Uh, honest.

He was here
when I came in.

At a relay station,
in the middle of the night?

What was he waiting for?
A stagecoach?

It's liable
to be a long wait.

Don't try it.
We don't want to lose you.

Carlin, you-- You know Gil Rio,
don't you?

We've met.

Seems to me
I warned you before
about digging under rocks,

so you can find something
to use against me.

I don't have to bend down
to find it.

No?

It's written all over
everything you touch.

It's time somebody
taught you some manners.

LUKE:
Maybe Gil's right.

For a man
that doesn't carry a gun,
you talk mighty big.

A lot of people
don't need a gun
to make themselves heard.

Before long, you're liable
to be running up
against a lot of them.

Maybe. But you won't
be around to see it.

What's going on here?

Ah, how are you,
Mr. Starr?

What about him?

I don't think
we have to worry
about him.

Banta, get on your horse
and ride.

You're just gonna
let him go?

I am.

You're not.

[♪♪♪]

Take your time,
give him a chance.

Is that far enough?

Yeah, I think so.

[GROANS]

There's gonna be
a lot of talking about this.

What am I gonna say?

You'll think of something,
Wilkins.

Sure, and it won't be
the first time.

[TITTERING]

I just don't know.
I just don't know.

Why don't you tell them
they had a fight?

They tried to shoot it out,
you tried to stop 'em.

You couldn't do
anything about it.
Any objections to that?

Yes, sir,
that's just fine.
Only I...

Only only what?

The one inside
didn't have a gun.

Now he's got a gun.
Is there anything else?

Well, no, sir.

All right,
you've got some work
to do outside.

Go drag Bernie in.

He won't bite you.
Go on.

They killed each other
in here.

[DONKEY BRAYING]

Listo.

You go first.

Hey! Tres!

That throw.
She is going to be
hard to beat.

I hope so.
Took me long enough to do it.

BOY:
Listo.

Cuatro! Cuatro!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[LAUGHING]

I don't understand,
Miguel.

Even when I get a triple
you beat me.

You have only been
in Mexico a year,
my friend.

I have been playing
this game all my life.

Did you have to pay
for the lessons?

That is the way
of the world.

To be good at anything,
a man must pay the price.

Do we throw again?

Sí.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Pablo is entertaining
an hombre.

Gracias.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

[WOMAN EXCLAIMING]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[GROANING]

[CROWD LAUGHING]

Una moneda de dos cabezas!

You weren't much help.

I pick my own fights.

Yeah, but you could see

that big bull was
beating the fur out of me

for no reason.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

He lost, that's all.

You didn't have
much chance of losing

with that two-headed coin.

I'm kind of on a short leg.

[GRUNTING]

I can't afford to pay
for too much drinking liquor.

Better get cleaned up.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Funny thing, you know,

I-- I left Rimrock

and came down here
to try and keep
out of trouble.

Some people take
their troubles with them,
like a two-headed coin.

I bet that was minted
in Rimrock.

No, I made that myself.

You ever been in Rimrock?

Yep, I was there once.

Lawmen are afraid
to tackle that town.

Uh, can't say
as I blame them.

The week I left,
there was four men
shot down in cold blood.

And one of them was
as nice a fella...

as you ever want to meet.

He ran a little
newspaper there, I think.

He wasn't even known
to carry a gun.

Newspaperman, you said?

Yeah, uh,
a fellow name of, um,

uh, Carlin, Roy Carlin.

Well, I think I'll try that
other cantina over there.

They might not be so
noticing at that one.

Like to join me?

Maybe you're smart.

You're going back.

Yes.

When you come here,

you said that you would
never wear that gun again.

Someone killed
my brother, Elena.

I'm sorry, Jess.
Believe me,
I would like to help.

I can find the man
who killed Roy.

When you ride
across that border,

you'll never have
a moment's peace.

But I guess
there's no road back now.

Would your brother
want this to happen?

No, he wouldn't.
Roy was a good man.

Too good for the world
as it is.

Maybe that's why
they killed him.

We almost made it, Elena.

They were good days.

[♪♪♪]

[HORSE SNORTING]

[NEIGHING]

MAN:
♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Where do you blow? ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Where do you blow? ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

You looking
for something special?

Yeah, I'm looking
for a drink.

The bartender is
out back, mister.

Help yourself.

Tu quieres?

[GUITAR BEING PLAYED]

♪ Mexican boots ♪

♪ And a Stetson hat ♪

♪ Gun is slung low ♪

♪ With the trigger tied back ♪

♪ These are the marks ♪

♪ Of a fighting man ♪

♪ The kind they call ♪

♪ The Texican ♪

Is that the only song
you know?

♪ The kind they call ♪

♪ A Texican ♪

If it wasn't
for this blasted luck,

I wouldn't have
any luck at all.

♪ Jingling spurs ♪

♪ On a hardwood floor ♪

♪ A poker game ♪

♪ Just made for four ♪

♪ But if you sit in ♪

♪ For a card or two ♪

♪ You'll wind up broke ♪

♪ Before you're through ♪

There's a chair open.
You care to sit in?

Oh, no, thanks.
I just stopped in
for a drink.

♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Border winds ♪

♪ Where do you blow? ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

♪ Where do you blow? ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

♪ Cover my trail tonight ♪

Hey, that's not
a bad-looking animal.

I noticed him
when you rode in.

He's all right,
but he drinks
a little too much.

Do you want to sell him?No.

I can give you top price
for this one.

There's always a market
for a good quarter horse.

Like I said,
he's not for sale.

I might go as high as $70.

If you could furnish me
a bill of sale,

I might even make it $75.
How about it?

That's a real good price,
but I think I'll keep him.

Hello, Jess.

Hello, Mitch.

I thought
you were in Arizona.

I was, only things
didn't pan out.

You still making a living
as a bounty hunter?

Uh, more or less.

Is that why you're here?

You're worth $500 in gold
for anyone who takes you in.

You can come along peaceful,
or we can do it the other way.

How many rocks
did you turn over
before you found him?

He's fast. Real fast.

In the old days
you worked alone.

You must be slowing down.

Wouldn't count on it.

I can still hold up
my end against you
if I have to.

I never knew you
to turn on a friend before.

My wife is sick.
I need money badly.

You know I wouldn't be doing
a thing like this
unless I had to.

We're wasting time.

So we waste a little.

I don't want a fight
unless there has to be one.

Damn it, Jess,
take your gun belt off.

I don't want to throw down
on you.

If you want this gun belt,
you'll have to come
and get it.

Then there is
no more to say.

Watch yourself, Mitch.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Is he dead?

Yeah. Better get a tourniquet
on that leg.

Uh. Hold it, Mitch.

Still carrying
this old toad-sticker, huh?

Comes in handy
now and then.

But not today, huh?

You know, the way
you pulled that gun,

you must have been doing
a little practicing
down in Mexico.

No, I haven't.
Not a bit.

There are some things
a man remembers
better than others.

That's good,
because I have a feeling

you're gonna be needing
that gun a lot.

[HORSE NEIGHING]Wherever you go,

there's bound to be somebody
that'll recognize you.

Where I'm going
it won't matter.

So long, Mitch.

Hmm, so long, Jess.

[TIN CAN CLANKING]

[FIRING]

I'm glad
you're out practicing, Gil.

You won't get a second chance
with Carlin.

I do very well
when it's the real thing.

Tin cans are just
for fun.

Fun's over.

I heard he went
through Sweetwater

a couple of days ago.

You can expect him here
anytime now.

I remember him.

Also, I remember people
who say how fast he was.

But I didn't believe it then
any more than I do now.

A couple of bounty hunters
thought the same thing.
He killed one of them.

Don't make the mistake
of underestimating Carlin.

I ran him
out of this territory once,
but not using a gun.

The only way to get him
is from behind.

I like competition.

I think I'll enjoy
meeting again with him.

Well, you won't have long
to wait.

If he gets to Rimrock,
he's gonna cause
a lot of trouble.

Now, if something happens
to him out here,

nobody will ever know
about it.

I leave it up to you
to see that
he doesn't get to town.

It's as good as done.

Harve, Eb.
Go along with him.

I don't need any help
with this.

They'll just go along
for the ride.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, that's him, all right.

[NEIGHING]Why didn't you wait, you fool?

[♪♪♪]

[WIND HOWLING]

[HORSE NICKERING]

Anybody home?

SANDY:
Get 'em up.

I'd as soon blast a hole
in you as to spit.

There's nothing as low-down
as a saddle thief.

Get those hands up.

A gal has not enough work
trying to run a spread
on her own

without some sneak thief
coming in and stealing
a saddle

while she's out
working her stock.

I-- I wasn't trying
to steal this saddle.

Keep 'em up.

I guess you just
wanted to take it.

Admire it. Is that it?

No, ma'am.

But like I said,
I wasn't trying to steal it.

I-- I left some money
for it there on that saddle.

I was kind of in a hurry.

I bet you were in a hurry.

But I-- I wasn't
trying to steal it.

I-- I left some money
on that black saddle there.
Take a look.

Stay back.

Forty dollars?

What kind of a fool
would pay $40
for a $10 saddle?

A fool who's been
riding bareback too long,
that's who.

Can--? Can I have this?

Yes. And take this.

Oh, no. You keep it.

What happened
to your gear, anyway?

I had to leave in a hurry
back down the road apiece.

You're running?

Right out
from under my saddle.

This is pretty sorry tack,
but maybe it'll get me
into Rimrock.

To Rimrock?

Mister, that's the last place
you ought to be heading.

Anybody who loses his saddle
in open country,

he's sure to lose his hide
in Rimrock.

Thanks for
the warning, Miss...

Adams. Friends call me Sandy.

Thank you, Sandy.

I almost
forgot my manners.

If you want to stay
for a few minutes,

I'll boil you up
a pot of coffee.

No, ma'am. Thank you.
I'd better be going.

[♪♪♪]

[HORSE NICKERING]

Oh, good morning, sir.

If you're looking for a room,
we have the best
this side of Dodge City.

Three dollars a day and up.

Three dollars will be fine.

I don't know
how long I'm staying.

Ah, yes. We have nice ones
on the second floor.

Plenty of windows,
and springs for every bed.

That's nice.

Please, sir, if you'll
just sign the register, please.

Oh. Doesn't seem to me
like business has been
too good lately.

Just dust
from the street, sir.

We can't keep it out.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Carlin,
I have a fine corner room.

Oh.

What's the matter?

I didn't recognize
your name at first.

Well, now that
we've got that settled,
how about my key?

A-A-About that corner room,

I must confess
you won't really l-like it.

It's right
over the street, noisy,

and the windows stick.

You'll never get
any sleep there. Believe me.

How about one of
the other rooms?

Bu-But-- But there's another
hotel down the street,

and I think
it's much better than this.

I'm sure
they will be too happy
to take care of you.

Oh, no.

I've already tried there.
This one will have to do.

B-But you can't have it.
I told you.

We're going to repaint it.
Mr. Starr won't...

Mr. Starr won't what?

Uh--huh.

Well, uh,

you see, he won't like it.

He owns this hotel.

Yes, I do see.

Don't worry,
you won't have to tell him.

I'll do that myself.

The charges are
a bit too high,

but we can look around
and do something.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[♪♪♪]

Well, Luke,

looks like you've been
doing all right for yourself.

You didn't come here
just to tell me that.

What brought me here
is kind of a personal matter.

You figure it involves me?

They tell me
you run this town.

Be hard to figure it
any other way.

If you're talking about what
happened to your brother...

And some two-bit gunslingers
who tried to bushwhack me.

I don't know
anything about that.

You're running
on a streak of bad luck.

Why don't you get out of town
before it gets worse?

Maybe we ought
to settle this right now.

You're taking on
awful big odds.

So are you.

As close as we're standing,
I figure you'll be
the first one to go.

If you want somebody
to kill you, kid,

you better find
somebody else to do it.

[HORSE NICKERING]

Mr. Carlin?

That's right.

My name is Frank Brady.

I'd like to have a talk
with you.

It's important to you.

Go ahead and talk.

Wouldn't want
to be overheard.

Couldn't we find some place,
uh, a little more secluded?

You don't provide me
with much reason.

It's about
your brother.

Be at the hotel
in half an hour.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Sit over there.

Not giving away
any advantage, are you?

You mean the chair?

It's just a habit,
I guess.

I'm glad you came here.

This town has been
needing somebody

who will stand up
to Luke Starr.

I thought you said
you had something important
to talk about.

I worked for Roy,
your brother,

ever since he started
a newspaper here.

You and Roy were close, then?

Best friend I ever had.

I'd like to carry
on his work here.

But it can't be done,
not without your help.

Running a newspaper
is a little out of my line.

I'd do it alone.

But somebody's gonna
have to stand off Luke Starr.

Roy's paper was always a thorn
in his side.

He tried every way
to shut it down.

Do you think Starr
had anything to do
with what happened to Roy?

It didn't happen here.
The story is that
Roy was killed

in a fight
at the relay station
west of town.

The story doesn't hold up.
Roy was no gunhand.

I know. He was a man
everybody looked up to.

That's why his paper
was so trusted and respected.

Roy fought every way
he knew to try and bring
law and order out here.

That paper mean a lot to you,
didn't it?

It was my life, Mr. Carlin.

Help me start it up again.

You seem to be forgetting
there's a price on my head.

My reputation's as bad
as Roy's was good.

The newspaper has a name.

I'm gonna be honest
with you, Mr. Brady.

I want to find the man
that killed Roy.

And that's all I want.

After that, I don't much
give a damn what happens
to this territory.

Or Roy's paper?

Or even Roy's paper.

These pesky locks.

May I help you?

[LOCK CLICKING]

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Oh.

Sorry.

Am I in your way?

No. No, not at all.

I-- I was looking
for my horse.

Is that your horse?

JESS:
Yep, that's him.

[LAUGHING]

Well, I hope we--
We meet again sometime.

If your eyesight is so bad
you can't recognize
a horse from a mule,

then maybe
you won't recognize me.

Well, I'll tell you
what I'll do.

I'll look around
and see if I can find
an old pair of glasses.

[CHUCKLING]

It was nice
bumping into you.

You ready?

Hello, Luke. Of course.

Where do you know
Carlin from?

Is that his name?

He's the best-looking man I've
seen since I came to Rimrock.

You seem awfully friendly
with him.

I've never seen him
before in my life.

Before you make
any more friends
in Rimrock, check with me.

Let's forget him
for now.

Come on, beautiful.
They're throwing us a spread

the likes of which
you've never seen.

We're going to Dominic's.

[♪♪♪]

[HORSE NICKERING]

[MAN GROANING]

[GROANING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Can you hear me?

[CROAKS AND MUTTERS]

Who shot you?

[GROANING]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GUN FIRING]

Give me my bag, quick.

[HORSE NICKERING]

Carlin?

Say, aren't you
Jess Carlin?

That's right.

Thought I recognized you.

Name's Thompson.
Boyd Thompson.

I'm that whiskey boomer
you pulled out of that mudhole
a few years ago.

Near Fort Worth,
remember?

Yeah, now I do,

but you were in rags
in those days,
not fancy duds like that.

It had to happen, son.

Good living and me
just naturally go together.

At the rate people
are buying my whiskey,

I'll be a millionaire
before long.

But you don't want
to hear about that.

Come on, I'll buy you
a drink at the silver ring.

Silver ring?Yeah.

Matter of fact,
I was just on my way
over there.

That's what I call
a real coincidence.

Luke Starr is one
of my best customers.

Is that right?
Then you must
know him well.

Know him?

I won nearly $1,000 from him
in a poker game

the last time
I came through Rimrock.

What I don't know
about him
ain't worth knowing.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, there's a table
opening up. Let's grab it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[CROWD ROARING]Well, looks as though

you've been singled out
for special treatment, eh?

Do you want it?Nah, not me.

The last time I went out
with one of those dance girls,

it cost me $200...

and all my best
whiskey samples.

Sure, I knew there was
a Roy Carlin in town,

but I never had any idea
he was your brother.

Starr ever say
anything about him?

You bet he did.

The last time
we played cards,

he was burning up
about something

your brother had printed
in his newspaper.

You know what it was?

Yes, I do, but Roy--

Mr. Thompson,
the poker game
has already started.

Luke doesn't like
to be kept waiting.

You know Gil Rio,
don't you?

Not as well
as I'd like.

The feeling's mutual.

Want me to carry
your bag upstairs?

I'll take it.

Jess, if you're going
to be around for a while,

we can continue this later.

Shouldn't take me more than an
hour to clean up these fellas.

I'll be around.

I'll see you later.

Have you known Thompson
for long?

About 30 minutes.

He's a talker, you know.

The kind that's all wind
and no spit.

You can't believe
a word he says.

Maybe you haven't asked him
the right questions.

I suppose you have, huh?

That's strictly between
Thompson and me, Rio.

You'll have to get
your information
someplace else.

You don't like me much,
do you?

I stepped on
a rattlesnake once
I liked better.

Well then, you want
to try to step on me?

Get your hand away
from that gun.

Unless you want me
to use the one
I'm holding.

You can put it away.
And I'm gonna
meet you sometime

when you don't have the edge.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Still working?

Just like I was
getting paid for it.

I'll put you on the payroll
anytime, you know that.

That's not what I came
to Rimrock for, Luke.

What about
changing your plans?

I don't know anything
about the saloon business.

Neither did your dad
when I met him.

He was
one of our bookkeepers.

I gave him a piece
of the place,
he made a lot of money.

Same thing can happen
to you.

All I want is
his share of the saloon

that was left to me
in his will.

Kit, I've offered
you $10,000.
Isn't that enough?

Too much. That's why
I've been going
over these ledgers.

All I want is
what's rightfully mine.

No more, no less.

Look, you're the greatest woman
I've ever known with numbers.

The greatest, really.

And you know
how I feel about you,
don't you?

Why don't you
change your plans?

What is it, then?

Maybe it's because you think
I'm too old for you.

I don't know, Luke.

Maybe I'm just not ready
to settle down.

Didn't sound like that
when you were talking
about Carlin.

If I didn't know you better,
I'd think you were jealous.

All right, come on.
I'll walk you home.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Luke?

If you'd excuse me,
I'll be with you in a minute.

Thompson's sore
because he's losing.

Figures we're cheating.

Cheating him
because he won last time.

So let him win
a few hands.

It's not that simple.
I think he knows something.

You run along.
I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, Luke.

Hello, Jess.

How are you?
Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Can I order
something for you?

No, thank you.

I was just on my way home.

You don't work here,
do you?

No.

Then you must be
a friend of Luke Starr's.

You make it sound
as though I shouldn't be.

No, I'm just trying
to understand,
that's all.

[GUNFIRE][MUSIC STOPS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[WOMEN EXCLAIMING]

There's nothing
to worry about, folks.

I was cleaning
my pistol and it, uh,

went off by accident.

Now you can go back
and have a good drink.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Please, Jess,
I'd like to leave now.

A lot of people saw
Mr. Thompson come in.

Make sure nobody sees
Mr. Thompson go out.

If a gun goes off
every night,

it must be
an awful noisy game.

You don't trust him
very far, do you?

Do you?

He's been more honest
with me than most men.

Maybe you're just
not a very good
judge of character.

I'm sure I know him
better than you do,

and I've just heard

you're hardly in a position
to criticize anyone.

Then why did you want me
to walk you home?

I am wondering right now
about that, myself.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're nothing
but a common gunman,

and I shall thank you
not to speak to me again.

That sounds reasonable.

[♪♪♪]

I don't believe
you even told me your name.

Kit. Kit O'Neal.

Kit O'Neal.

That sounds reasonable too.

[♪♪♪]

[CREAKING]

[METAL CLATTERING]

[MEOWING]

LUKE:
Find anything?

Yeah, an old cat.
And now you.

Why don't you wait
till morning?

You might find
something better.

This place could
cave in on you.

Yeah, it could,

but I've learned one thing
about this town.

What's that?Doesn't pay to wait.

Things happen too fast.

In a border town,
life goes a little slower.

Why don't you get smart
and go back
where you belong?

I'm not sure
where I do belong.

But you can count on this,

before I leave this town,
I'm going to find out.

Oh, uh, Luke. Don't forget
to lock the door.

Hey, there,
saddle thief.

Not so loud.
You want everybody to know?

In this town
that'd make you
a hero, mister.

Well, don't get bold.
I hear Jess Carlin's in town.

You'd best walk around him
if he comes your way.

I'll try to remember that.

I've never seen
as many holsters.

You must do a lot of hunting.Yeah, for work.

I do the best leather
carving in this territory.

I thought
you ran a cow outfit.

About 100 head.
Pretty small spread.

Got to do
a little leatherwork
to piece out a living.

Good-looking girl like you
shouldn't have any trouble
finding a man.

I'm not looking for a man.

[CHUCKLING]

That Sandy sure is a pistol,
ain't she?

She drives that wagon
like a Comanche.

Yeah, Roy Carlin
was the only one

who ever
could have tamed her.

[HORSE NICKERING]

What's the matter,
cowboy?

Did they run you out,
after all?

Not yet.

Then what are you doing
way out here?

I want to talk to you
about Roy.

Come in.

Nice place
you got here, Sandy.

Thanks.
What can I call you?

Jess.

Now, what about Roy?

You see,
my last name is Carlin.

Roy was my brother.

Oh. Sit down.

So you're Roy's brother?

Roy was older than me,

but, uh, smarter too.

Yeah.

You are like him, at that.

How well
did you know him?

Pretty well.

We were gonna be married
this month.

That's tough, Sandy.

I wish there was something
I could say.

There's nothing
anyone can say.

[♪♪♪]

Whoa.

Hey.Huh?

Hi!

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa, there.

Phew.

You're in quite a hurry,
aren't you?

I'm not. They were.

Yeah? They'd get you there
in a hurry, the rate
that thing was moving.

I wasn't really
going anywhere.

I just wanted to take
a quiet drive in the country

and do some thinking.

About what?

I've forgotten what it was.

Well, you're not exactly
the best teamster
I've ever seen.

No, I'm not.

And I made the mistake
of telling the liveryman

I wanted spirited horses.

His notion of spirited
is quite different from mine.

I see.
Well, I-I'll tell you
what I'll do,

I'll drive you
back to town,

all the way,
real slow, huh?

All right.

That man seemed glad
to get his team back.

He thought
I'd run off with them.

Well, you almost did.

You didn't lock it.

What?The door.

Oh, forget about the door.

That's what
you came in here for.

Is it?

KIT:
What's the matter?

Looks like somebody had
too much to drink down there.

Are you against drinking?

Oh, no, not at all.
It's just that...

he could be dead drunk.

What do you care?

You might say I'm nosy,
but I think I know him.

Is that so important
right now?

It could be.

GIL:
Come on. Give me a hand.

Put him up here, quick.
Come on, hurry up.

Get moving.

[DOG BARKING]

[GUN FIRES]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUNFIRE]

[CLICKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Buy you a drink, Jess?

Not now.

Well, you're getting to be one
of our best customers, Carlin.

Must be that good whiskey
you serve, Luke.

Speaking of liquor,
whatever happened
to that salesman, Thompson?

I don't know.
I haven't seen him
since last night.

Is that right?

How about your
bootlicker here?

Gil doesn't know
anything about him.

We've been sitting here
all evening, just drinking.

That's right.

Like hell you have.

[GUN CLICKS]

That's a real hot gun
you got working
for you, Luke.

What are you doing, Carlin?
Trying to start trouble
with me?

With you that'd be
no trouble at all.

[GRUNTS]

[WOMEN EXCLAIMING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[WOMAN EXCLAIMING]

WOMAN:
Oh, God!

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I guess Eb didn't want him
as bad as he thought he did.

[♪♪♪]

It's good to see
Luke's bullyboy
get a licking.

Yeah, well.

He almost didn't get it.

Too bad you didn't
get a shot at Luke
while you were at it.

Sure.

Exactly what I wanted
to talk to you about.

There are a lot of good men
in this town.

They asked me to say
they would stand behind you

if you would help
drive out Luke Starr.

That's the trouble.

A man gets good with a gun,
he's always being forced
to use it.

Well, I hung this up once.

And when I get Roy's killer,
I'm gonna hang it up again.

I can see I was wrong
about you.

I thought because
you were Roy's brother

that you would
be like him.

Huh?

Roy and I were alike once.

We moved into a little town
in Texas.

It was a rough
little place.

We thought
it needed changing.

Roy opened up a newspaper,

and the town made me
the sheriff.

Between his editorials
and my gun,

we turned that place
upside down.

That's what we need here.

Sure.

Only trouble was,
the people we helped

were worse than the ones
we ran out.

I didn't think
you'd give up so easy,
Mr. Carlin.

Seems to me this town
gave up before
I even rode in here.

Good night, Mr. Brady.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Who is it?

MARIA:
I'd like to talk
with you, Mr. Carlin.

You can put your gun away.
No one came with me.

Am I supposed to know you?

No. I'm working
for Luke Starr
in the saloon.

Did he send you here?

No, he doesn't know
anything about it.

I'd like to keep it
that way.

My name is Maria Banta.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I won't stay long.

I heard you're trying
to find out who murdered
your brother.

Yes, I am.

My husband was killed
the same night he was.

They're supposed
to have shot each other
in a gunfight.

So I've been told.
Can you prove otherwise?

No. But I knew your brother.

He never even carried a gun.

I still don't understand
why you're concerned about me.

I loved my husband.

Even if he wasn't much.

And I guess I rate even less.

But he was just
trying to break away
from Luke Starr

when he was killed.

And I don't want to see
the same thing happen to you.

And it will,
if you stay here.

I'm staying
until I finish
what I came for.

Thanks for the warning.

Mr. Carlin.

Yes?

Be careful.

[HORSE NICKERING]

Harve.

Eb.

Where is everybody?

Eb's still licking his wounds
from the fight last night.

Gil, where you been?

Right outside, Luke.Seen anything of Kit?

Yeah, yeah, I saw her.

She and your friend,
Carlin are having
a cozy breakfast together

over at Dominic's.

She kept me waiting
more than an hour.

As long as she's got Carlin,

she's likely to keep
you waiting forever.

Hmm.

[GUN CLICKS]

Don't ever draw
on me again, Gil.

If you do, I'll kill you.

Now put it away.

Give me a drink.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

I've been waiting here
since 9:00.

I'm sorry, Luke.

I guess I was enjoying
that second cup of coffee
too much.

Is that all
you were enjoying?

What if it wasn't?

I don't like the company
you keep.

Let's get something straight.

I'll pick my own friends.

Can't push her around
like those lamebrain
gunfighters of yours, can you?

You know, we've all
got our weaknesses.

Mine is I'm a bad loser.

You might have
to get used to it.

I got a better way.
I fix it so I always win.

You see those doors?

If you aren't out of town
when the sun hits them,

you ain't gonna live
to see it set.

Whoa!

Good morning, Jess.

Morning, sandy.

Luke's very unhappy
about something.

He just suggested my welcome
had about worn out.

He's got the guns
to back it up, Jess.

I've still got
a couple hours.

Maybe something
will turn up.

I'll be out at the ranch
if you need me.

Thanks, Sandy.

Adiós. Giddyap!

[NICKERING]

Say, did you lay over
at that way station
west of town last night?

Yeah, always do.
Not bad out there.

They fixed it up
since Wilkins got killed.

When he was alive,
did he say anything
about those two shootings?

You mean Carlin and Banta?Yes.

No, he didn't say too much,
that closed-mouth old coot.

Did what he did say
make sense to you?

No reason
to believe different.

I brought the bodies in.
They were both dead enough.

Why are you
so interested in it?

I knew one of them.

Why don't you go over
and see the coroner there,
old Doc Miller?

Maybe he can give you
an opinion on it.

I'll do that. Thanks.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Jess.

From the look on your face,

I guess I don't
have to ask you
how things are.

Come on.
You better sit down.

I don't know, Sandy.

Maybe I've got
this whole thing
figured wrong.

I can't find out
any information

and I can't go shooting
up the town until I do.

Sandy.

Yes?

Did you ever see a concho
like this?

Looks familiar.

You saved me some work.

Where'd you find it?

Never mind.
Whose belt is that?

They're marked.

Ah, Luke Starr.

Luke Starr.

You know something, Sandy?

I'll bet you make
real good coffee.

[WIND HOWLING]

[NICKERING]

[WIND HOWLING]

Looking for me, Rio?

Yeah, looking to bury you.

What are you waiting for?

[GUN FIRING]

[♪♪♪]

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Easy, boys.

Private game, Luke?

You're pretty hard
on doors.

You could have
walked right in.

Ran into some of your boys
down on the street.

They had other ideas.

I thought
I heard some shots.

I guess Gil
lost the argument.

All of them did.

Dave, drag the bodies
out of the street.

It might give the place
a bad name.

Sit down.

It'll keep.

It's an open game.

Want to sit there?

That seat might be unlucky.

I'll sit over here.

If you don't mind.

How much
you sitting in for?

How much will that buy?

This won't even
buy you an ante.

I'm surprised at you, Luke.

I thought you'd give me
a good-sized stack
for that concho.

What's so special about it?

Take another look at it.

All right. So?

Because it fits
that empty space

in your other gun belt.

You might be right.
It could be mine.

Maybe I should thank you
for it.

Where'd it turn up?

Under Roy Carlin's body.

Stage driver found it
when he brought him in.

I know you're lying.

There's no need
to talk about it.

Now stand up and put your
gun on the table.

You don't think
it's gonna be that easy,
do you?

It'd be a lot easier
if there's a .45 pointed
right at your back.

This the way
you took care of Roy?

Just about the same way, yeah.

That figures.

You're a real gambler,
aren't you?

The odds were against you
the minute you walked in.

Dave, get the bodies
out of the street

and get them over
to Doc Miller.

All right, Eb,
get him out of here.

Get going.

Take him downstairs.
I'll be down in a minute.

If you feel like running,
go ahead.

Yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

[DOOR CLICKING]

Jess!

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

The odds don't
always hold up,
do they, Luke?

[WIND HOWLING]

Jess!

I told you
I'd be walking you home
sometime, remember?

That's right.
You did, didn't you?

What you've done today

should make up
for a lot of things,
shouldn't it?

Could work out that way,

but I still have some
settling up to do with the law.

Take me with you.

I can't.

Don't make me say,
"I'll wait for you."

I hate waiting.

So do I.

[♪♪♪]

[WIND HOWLING]