All language subtitles for Forty.Guns.1957.REMASTERED.720p.BluRay.x264-PSYCHD-HI

[birds chirping]

Whoa.

[horse whinnying]

[whinnying continues]

[whinnying continues]

Whoa.

Hey. Where can we get a bath?

Barney Cashman's Russ House.
Across the street.

Thanks.

Wes.

Save a bath for me.

[man] Leave me alone!
Keep away from me, Brockie.

Don't make me shoot you.

- What's wrong, John?
- Huh?

Since when did you start pulling
a gun on a man's back?

Griff? That you, Griff?

You promised you'd wear glasses.

Griff. Just goes to show,
if you pray long enough, something happens.

Praying never gave a man the shakes.

Who's picking on you, John?

A boy, Griff. A wet nose.

But mean, ugly. He was drunk. He was...

Made you skin back, didn't he?

He gave me an hour to get out of town.

Then you'd better go.

You gotta help me.

I didn't come to town to spank a wet nose.

If he throws down on me,
I haven't got a chance.

Your eyes have been getting worse,
haven't they, John?

I'm broke. I've got to hang onto my job.

There's nothin' else I can do.

You and me only got one trade.

Take it away from us,
and what do you got left?

There's a good eye doctor in Prescott.

Oh, I can't sneak out like that, Griff.

You haven't got any choice, John.

You must have a good reason
for not wantin' to help me.

- It's none of my business.
- Then why are you here?

Start running, John.
Run before your eyes give out all the way.

What if the doctor can't make me see?

Then you'll be blind instead of dead.

[man] ♪ She's a high-riding woman ♪

♪ With a whip ♪

♪ She's a woman that all men desire ♪

♪ But there's no man can tame her ♪

♪ That's why they name her ♪

♪ The high-riding woman with a whip ♪

♪ She commands, and men obey ♪

♪ They're just putty in her hands
So they say ♪

♪ When she rides and the wind
Is in her hair ♪

♪ She has eyes full of life ♪

♪ Full of fire ♪

♪ But if someone could break her ♪

♪ And take her whip away ♪

♪ Someone big, someone strong ♪

♪ Someone tall ♪

♪ You may find that the woman with a whip ♪

♪ Is only a woman after all ♪

Put it back, Barney.

- Griff!
- Hiya, Barney.

That you behind the shrubbery, Wes?

Yep. How's nosy Barney?

Bankin' my silver, boys.
This camp's a bonanza.

- I told you, Griff.
- [Griff] Our brother, Chico.

- He's headed for California.
- California?

- With all the diggin's here?
- Our folks are out there.

I couldn't help reading the name
on that warrant, Griff.

You'll need more than a third gun
to pick up Howard Swain.

- Know where I can find him?
- Out at the Dragoons.

We passed nothing out there but a woman
on a white stallion and a regiment of riders.

Then you seen Jessica Drummond,
the one I just sung about.

The one I wrote the ballad about.

Nobody around the Dragoons
is allowed to sing it.

- So that's Drummond, huh?
- Yup. Boss of Cochise County.

She and them 40 guns that ride with her.

Beautiful woman, ain't she, Griff?

- Swain one of her 40 thieves?
- He sure is.

Howdy, Marshal.

Howdy, Shotgun.

- Going someplace?
- Just up the road apiece.

- Hello, Marshal.
- Howdy, Miss Louvenia.

Chisholm!

[slurring words] Where you goin'?

You're runnin' out, ain't you?

Please, Brockie! Please!

Give me your coffee.

Have some coffee, Marshal!

[laughing]

[men laughing]

Slap that leather, Marshal.

Please, Brockie!
You don't know what you're doin', son.

You're no gunfighter.
You're a mouth fighter.

Now pull that plow handle.

Please, Brockie!

Isn't there a sensible man here
that can stop this drunken...

[gunshot]

Dad!

[Brockie laughing]

Now that's a marshal for you.

Come on, Charlie. Let's go have some fun.

[laughing continues]

[whooping]

[gunfire]

[woman screaming]

[shouting, whooping]

[whooping continues]

[gunfire continues]

[chickens clucking]

[gunfire continues]

- How is he, Doctor?
- He'll live, but he'll be stone blind.

Why didn't you take my advice, John?

I did.

You need a gun, Griff?

- Mr. Spanger here...
- No, it's not my fight.

- I'll put a stop to this...
- You can't tangle with 'enา.

Nobody's gonna wreck my shop.

He's a gunsmith, not a gunfighter.

- [gunfire continues]
- [whooping]

Mr. Gunsmith!

Yes, Mr. Bonell?

- All right, Wes.
- Where's your shop?

I'll be glad to show you, Mr. Bonell.
Come on. Come on.

- Let's break up the store.
- Which one, Brockie?

- [glass shattering]
- That one!

Let me have a 44-40.

[men continue whooping]

[gunshot]

[gunfire continues]

Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!

Look what's coming.

I'm gettin' out of here.

What's the matter, Charlie? You sick?

There's only one man walks like that.

When he gets closer, I'll skin him!

What's the matter with you guys?
He's all alone!

[men whooping]

Ah!

Stand back, mister!
I'm giving you fair warning!

Stand back, mister!

[whinnying]

Here.

Thanks, Mr. Spanger.

Oh, uh, here.

- That's for the bullet.
- Cost you six bits to clean the rifle.

You know,

that rifle can stand a little readjustment.

I almost killed him.

Yeah.

She even looks good in overalls.

Who?

Built like a 40-40.

I'd like to stay around long enough
to clean a rifle.

[Griff] Wes! Chico! Let's go!

Can you see me a farm dog?
Me? I cut my teeth on a gun.

They're still milk teeth.

Remember what Pa says:

"They who labor in the earth
are the chosen people of God."

But I don't want to be a chosen people.
I want to be Griff's third gun.

If he'd only give me a chance.
I wouldn't let you down.

A man never knows
what he'll do in a showdown.

Were you ever scared?

All the time.

I got your ticket.

See that you don't lose it.

Read in the paper
been lots of stagecoach accidents.

Holdups three and four a week.
Desperadoes killed all the passengers.

They never bother women or boys.

If you were my size, I'd make you eat that.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Which one is, uh, Griff Bonell?

- What can I do for you?
- Well, I'm... I'm Ned Logan, Mr. Bonell.

The, uh, sheriff of Cochise County.

Guess you must be Wes, huh?

Now, I'm sorry a bunch of drunken rowdies
had to be your welcoming party, Mr. Bonell.

- Staying in town long?
- Long enough.

That Brockie's a spoiled kid.
That pistol-whipping ought to sober him up.

He's all yours.

I don't want him. [laughs]

I just come to thank you for...
thank you for tossing him in jail.

Too bad I wasn't around
to give old Chisholm a hand,

but you see, I...
I had to ride to the border on business.

With all your deputies?

Well, being sheriff and tax assessor
and collector all at the same time,

a man needs plenty of help.

Cowmen have a way
of lyin' about their herds.

[laughing]

Yeah, it gets pretty tough sometimes
dodging Apaches

when you have to serve writs of attachment

on outlying ranches and mines and sawmills.

Uh, you here on official business?

Yes, I guess you do have
your hands full at that.

Thinkin' of pounding the hills
for a little silver?

Right now I'm thinking
of pounding out a telegranา.

Oh, well.

This is the place right here to do it.
Tex'll take care of you.

Tex. A friend of mine wants
to send... send a message.

Seen you make the walk, Mr. Bonell.

A little slower than that stroll
you took in Dodge City.

Would you send that, please?

Uh, to Nicholas Bonell.

I was in the cavalry with
a Captain Nick Bonell in '47 in Mexico.

He got hit in the leg
and was invalided home.

That was, uh, 34 years ago.

- He's my father.
- Is the leg any better?

It will be when he gets that telegram.

Nicholas Bonell. Colton, California.

"All in good health.

Chico leaving Saturday.

Will write after we complete
our business here."

- Signed, Griff and Wes.
- Thank you.

Well, Mr. Bonell, anything
I can do for you, I'll... I'll be here.

Thank you, Mr. Logan.

[telegraph tapping]

[woman shouts]

Just a little bump on the head, Jessica.

Where's the man who assaulted my brother?

- I barreled him.
- Why isn't he locked up?

Well, there were no charges against him.
You know who he is.

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Bonell's talents.
A legal killer for hire.

I'm surprised a man of his caliber
would put his brand on a calf.

That calf was old enough to put a.45 slug
in a blind man's leg.

- Blind?
- That's right.

Now, then, what are the charges
against Brockie Drummond?

- Disturbing the peace.
- Disturbing the peace?

- He shot a man who wouldn't draw on him.
- Did you see it?

No, but everybody knows it, and...

The Honorable District and Circuits Court,
County of Cochise is now in session.

Since no warrant was issued to Marshal
Chisholm for the arrest of the prisoner,

the argument was a personal one.

The prisoner produced a document
with 19 signatures of eyewitnesses

swearing he shot in self-defense.

Brockie Drummond, this court
finds you guilty of disturbing the peace.

Fifty dollars fine. Release the prisoner,
his guns, and his horse.

- Court now stands adjourned.
- [gavel raps]

No wonder Marshal Chisholm
never gave us any trouble.

He couldn't see. Why did you shoot him?
Was it over that half-breed?

I don't know what you mean.

I don't want an unbranded calf in my corral
because of your carelessness!

- I'm tired of paying for your mistakes.
- Did she go to you?

Of course she did! They all do.

At this rate, you'll wind up with a woman
in every placita and a calf in every corral.

Give me your guns.

Sometimes a man's
gotta blow off a little steanา.

If you can't handle a horse without spurs,
you have no business riding.

Come on. Your guns.

Rio!

[Brockie] Why'd you run to my sister,
cry on her shoulder like the rest?

[Rio] No, Brockie. I'm not like the rest.

[Brockie] Running to her for help,
that makes you no different.

Who could I go to, Brockie?
Who could I turn to?

You know I'm all alone,
and you wouldn't see me anymore.

I had to go to her.

You know what you're gonna do?

You're gonna go to my sister,
and you're gonna tell her I never touched you.

No, Brockie. I'm not going to lie to her.

She was kind to me.

She gave me money.

She said she would help me and that...

You're gonna tell her it's a lie.

No, Brockie.

- [gasps]
- I ought to shove you right off this cliff.

You do,
and your bread and butter goes with me.

If Jessica weren't your sister...

You'll never get her, Logan.
You're too clumsy, too weak.

You haven't got the stomach
for her kind of woman.

I've wanted to kill you lots of times
for the trouble that you cause her.

Why don't you grow up and stop
riding roughshod over these girls?

You've got a chance to amount to something
with a woman like Jessica behind you.

We paid Chisholm 300 a month.

We'd go to five to get you.

Just the name Bonell
is worth the extra 200.

Drop from line of bore 5/8th to 11/16th
at comb for low mounting.

Five-eighths to 11/16th.

There are worse jobs
than being city marshal.

Drop at heel between one and one 5/8th.

One and one 5/8th.

Time you settled down in one place, Wes.

This is good wood for the stock.

Fiddleback grain. You don't want that.

Give me that new walnut
that just came in, Dad.

That walnut flame grain.

This what you mean?

Looks pretty good.

- Yeah?
- Fits you fine.

First time
I've ever been measured for a rifle.

You've got a high cheekbone
and a low shoulder.

Gonna make trouble for you?

Nothing I can't handle.

How long will it take
to make this rifle for me?

A long time.

You'd have to come in every day for a fittin'.

Yeah?

I guess it is time I settled down...

but this town looks like any other town.

A Spanger rifle looks like any other rifle

unless you know good work from bad.

[Wes] This is pretty good work.

Never saw any better.

Yeah. This kind of rifle
is worth hangin' around for.

I never kissed a gunsmith before.

Any recoil?

Mm-hmm.

Whoa!

Whoo.

I have a warrant for one of your men,
Miss Drummond.

Would you mind passing it down, please?

Mr. Connelly,
does the governor know about this?

Didn't come through our office in Prescott.

- Judge Macy?
- It's not a local warrant.

Is it in order?

Yes, I think so.

It should be. It came direct from
the attorney general's office in Washington.

Mr. Logan, it's a reflection on you
for one of your own deputies

to be charged with robbing the mails.

I'm sure he will surrender
to the United States government

without resistance.

Won't you, Mr. Swain?

What are you talkin' about?

You Chief Deputy Swain?

That's right.

Then you know what I'm talking about.
Let's go.

You heard Mr. Bonell. Go with him.

One moment, please, Mr. Bonell.

Aren't you afraid of ambush?

I'm always afraid of losing government property.
Keeps me awake nights.

That's hard to believe
after what I've heard about you.

Just as hard for me to swallow
what I've heard about you.

Oh?

And just what did you hear?

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Would you gentlemen excuse us, please?

[shutter closes]

The whiskey's in the sideboard.

My reputation is going to suffer.

A deputy charged with robbing the mails...
it's hard to believe.

I once arrested a lieutenant governor.
Horse thief.

Don't forget this.

Got lots more of 'em.

For my guests?

Any more of 'em been robbing the mails?

Now, what did you want?

Logan wears the badge,
but he's afraid of guns.

The job pays well.
Percentage on commissions and so forth.

And a man could get rich
on the "and so forth"? Is that it?

- You offering me the job?
- You wouldn't have any trouble getting elected.

- With your help?
- With or without my help.

A popular killer like you.

No, I don't figure the job is my size.

It could be any size you want it to be.

I'm not interested in you, Mr. Bonell.

It's your trademark.

- May I feel it?
- Uh-uh.

Just curious.

It might go off in your face.

I'll take a chance.

Whoo.

You could have broken my brother's skull.

I could have if I tried.

I suppose I should be grateful
you weren't hired to kill him.

I don't kill for hire.

I'm sure you don't kill for fun.

I'm sure you're sure.

You asked for the whiskey.

That's good whiskey, Logan.
You ought to try it.

Whoa.

You check him in, Wes.
I'll see you at the hotel.

I disliked leavin' Miss Drummond's
peaceful dinner party, Mr. Bonell,

but, uh, as sheriff I had to be back here
in my official capacity.

I appreciate that, Sheriff.

Give the prisoner anything he wants.
Room and board's on Uncle Sam.

[chuckles]

Swain, I... I can't believe it.

Honest to goodness,
a man in your position.

Here you are, you're drawing clean pay
every month, and you rob the mails.

You oughta go to a head doctor.

Excuse me.

Come on.

How long does this...

this idiot got to board with us?

Couple of days, Sheriff.

Mr. Bonell.

Why don't you save the government
some money?

Hang him right now.

I wish I could, Sheriff,
but it's out of our jurisdiction.

Uh-huh.

Did, uh... Did he do this all by himself?

I know how miserable you feel, Sheriff.

His kind puts a damper
on all peace officers in the county.

That's true.

This is to bind him over
to the attorney general.

Oh?

Everything's gotta be read and signed.

All of them. Government regulations.

[chuckles] Of course. Yeah.

I'll pick 'em up later with the prisoner.

Chico?

Chico.

Chico?

Barney!

- Barney Cashman.
- Yeah?

Barney. Come here.

Yeah? What is it?

- Where's Chico?
- Last I saw him, he was headed for a drink.

He never touched the stuff.
I told you to keep an eye on him.

- [man] Is Griff Bonell up there?
- Yeah, I'm him.

We've got your brother, Chico.
Where do you want us to put the body?

We're with the First Division, Mr. Bonell.
We came down here to have some fun.

But your brother here
drank up half the whiskey.

Yeah, and he wrecked
the whole place doin' it.

Well, thank you, boys.
Thanks, Corporal. Barney?

Uh, thanks. Thanks. Good night.

I can figure a squirt like Brockie Drummond
getting liquored up.

He was born that way... scared and loud.

But you going off half-cocked like that.
Why, Chico?

- I'm old enough to drink.
- You're not old enough to hold it.

- Then I'll learn.
- Why?

That's my business.

Chico.

Chico, what's bothering you?

Why do you think I came
to Tombstone with you? For the ride?

You pistol-whipped a man,
but you wouldn't let me be part of the play.

What if something happened to Wes?

You know you'd never make the walk
without a second gun covering you.

Rode out to the Dragoons,
and you wouldn't let me be in on the arrest.

I feel like a third leg.

Did I hurt you, Chico?

No.

I got no taste for farmin', Griff.

- I don't want any part of it.
- Why?

You learned me to handle a gun.

You learned me too good.

Chico, you know what happened to Chisholm?

It could happen to you.
It could happen to me.

Chico, remember when I told you
how those Roman fighters

used to chop each other up
in some big arena?

You laughed and called them freaks.

Well, it won't be long now before people
will be laughing at men like me.

The last few towns we rode through,
they looked at my gun,

I know they figured I was one
of those freaks out of the past.

There's a new era coming up, Chico.

My kind of making a living
is on the way out.

For a gunfighter,
you do an awful lot of talking.

I'm a freak, Chico!

Just don't want you to be one.

Well, I'm tired of being wet-nosed.

I'm no agricultural cowboy.

I know.

Brand-new.45 Colt Peacemaker.

Nickel-plated.

Ivory stock.

For me?

It's for killing rattlesnakes
and wild animals.

You'll find plenty of both of 'em
on the farm.

Well, you tell her this from me...

She can't buy me off like the others.

I'm not making a target out of myself
for her or anyone else.

That Griff Bonell... Do you think
he cares anything about the border?

He'd find me wherever I go,
he and his brother.

And if they didn't, someone else would!

Swain, look. She's got influence.
You know that, don't you?

She'll pull strings for you later on.
Sure, sure.

Later's too late.

She's getting me out of here right away,
and legally.

Tomorrow I want to walk the street,
still chief deputy.

She can swing it. She's the boss.

And if she doesn't, remember,
there isn't anything about her I don't know.

You want me to tell her that?

- You're sure?
- You heard me.

[gunshot]

[Logan] Who shot you, Swain?
Who shot you? Did you see him at all?

Did you? Who shot you in the back?

Tell me if you saw him, 'cause I'm
your friend. You know that, don't you?

If you saw him, we'll do something about it.
D-Don't you know who shot you?

Uh... Straighten out my legs.

They are straight.

I think his... his spine is busted, don't you?

He-He's trying to say something.
Did-Did you see who shot you? Did you?

You know, if you saw him,
why don't you tell us?

We-We'll find out who did it,
won't we, Mr. Bonell?

[muttering]

Did he... Did he whisper to you at all?
Did he... Did he tell you who did it?

Did he, Mr. Bonell? D-D-Did...

Cut the slug out, Wes.
It's no good to us in a corpse.

Excuse me, Sheriff.

Did you ever see this slug before?

Sure. Comes from a new high-powered rifle.
Sharps-Borchardt makes it.

Any around here?

Only one man in the territory
has one like it.

- Who's that?
- The late Howard Swain.

This slug was just cut out of his spine.

Well, then he must've been shot
with his own gun.

Who's the best shot in the territory?

- I didn't shoot him.
- Oh.

After you, who's the best shot?

Mmm. Charlie Savage.

You got in a panic.

But I had to act fast,
and-and Charlie Savage is your best shot.

You made a decision for me?

- Sometimes, you know, a partner can't wait.
- I'm your boss, not your partner.

You want me to crawl?
I-I didn't know you'd take it like this.

How do you think Griff Bonell will take it?

But you're in the clear, Jessica.
Everything's all been settled.

Murder never solved anything!
It was your decision, and it's your finish.

- You had Swain killed, not me.
- Yes, but I had no other choice.

You just hanged yourself.

Start running, Logan.

Start running like a feist dog
with your tail between your legs.

- Please, Jessica.
- Take your gun hawks and run!

Go!

Hah!

You must feel naked without your army.

The Dragoons is at your disposal.
What name is on your warrant this time?

- One of your riders, Charlie Savage.
- Oh? What did he do?

Oh, just damaged some federal property.
Seen him around?

I don't keep track of my men, Mr. Bonell,

and I'm not responsible
for what they do away from here.

Must be plenty of good hiding places
on your land.

- I'd be glad to show them to you.
- Can you spare the time?

I want to see if you find him on my land.

You want to spank him?

I just want to see if you can take him.

There's a good hideout.

[Griff] Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa!

I was bitten by a rattler in there
when I was 15.

- Bet that rattler died.
- [chuckles] Yeah. I bet he did.

- You don't think much of me, do you?
- Oh, I think a lot of you.

I think it's gonna be rough on you
if your brother's mixed up in this killing.

Murder is not in his blood.

With your brand on him,
anything could be in his blood.

Hah!

[horse whinnying]

[wind whistling]

Whoa. Whoa.

- What's the matter? You look upset.
- I was born upset.

[horse whinnying]

[wind howling]

[whinnying]

[whinnying continues]

[wind howling]

[clattering]

[wind calms]

Until I was eight, I thought everything
with four feet and horns was a cow,

and everything with two feet and a gun
was a man.

At nine, I learned the difference.

Not between beef and men,

but between cold blood and breeding.

At ten, I branded calves,

peeled horses,

rode the range, and slept on the ground.

My father was rounding up strays
when Brockie was born.

I was alone with my mother.
I was 12. I delivered him.

He was born in this shack.

My mother died giving birth.

I buried her, went out, roped a cow,
got milk for Brockie.

He lived.

When I was 15, a saddle tramp tried
to get rough with me in here.

- The rattler?
- Mmm.

My father was no hand with a gun.

He was shot trying
to keep me from getting bit.

- Did you step on the rattler?
- Mm-hmm.

My father built this shack
with his own hands.

And you've kept it as a shrine.

No.

Just a reminder not to let go of anything.

When I was 18,
I was boss of my own spread.

I picked up Logan, a hundred-dollar-a-month
sheriff in a broken-down camp. I put him on.

I got interested in voting, taxes, and silver.

I spent money for the good of this territory,

sent lobbyists to the Prescott Council,
financed mining camps, sawmills.

- You came a long way.
- So have you.

My men talk a lot about you.

They ever tell you I drove most of 'em out
of different camps at one time or another?

Those you didn't draw on told me.

You shot your way across the map.

This is the last stop, Griff.

The frontier is finished.

There'll be no more towns to break,
no more men to break.

It's time you started to break yourself.

If a town has got to have peace,
let somebody else build it on graves.

You don't want the only evidence
of your life's work to be bullet holes in men.

I want you to run the Dragoons for me.

I want you to throw in with me.

- You still interested in my gun?
- Time you threw your gun away.

You'll have to sooner or later.

I'm giving you the chance.

Why me?

I need a strong man
to carry out my orders.

And a weak man to take them.

My throat's dry. I'm talking too much.

[chickens clucking]

What do you want?

You'd better not let her catch you
wearing those guns.

You're not giving orders for her anymore.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure
than to watch Griff Bonell blow your head off,

- but then she'd blame me for it.
- I wanna be the one to kill him.

Look, nobody wants to kill him, Brockie.

But the pressure's got to come off her,
and off me too.

Everything's gonna be like it was.
Now give me those guns!

I already gave up these guns once to her.
Nobody else is gonna take 'em from me.

Look, this is Charlie Savage's play
and nobody else's.

Don't you see, if we're mixed up in it,
she's mixed up in it too?

- Give me the guns, Brockie.
- All right.

Then I want you to get across the street
and wait for me over there.

- Who's gonna face Griff Bonell?
- Wiley. Come on. Get out of here.

Wiley.

Wiley.

Wiley. Wiley.

Come on out here.

I don't like it, Sheriff.

[chuckling]
Absolutely nothing to worry about.

You see, Wes'll come in first,
as he always does,

with a... with a rifle
to look the situation over.

Then he'll plant himself somewhere
around here to cover Griff's back.

Now...

then you see, Griffwill come in...

he'll stop right here.

He's cautious.

[laughs] Wiley, you've got nothing
to worry about at all,

because, you know, you're gonna be...

you're gonna be right here,
around the corner.

Can't... Can't see you at all.

Now, listen.

Griff will call out, "Charlie Savage."

And you say, "Yeah?"

Then he'll call out,
he's got a warrant for you.

And you say, "Come and get me!"

And he'll say, "All right."

Now, look.

Griff will take that one step.

That's what I mean.
That's when he'll see I'm not Charlie Savage.

Nah. [laughing]

That's when he'll be dead.

- Any luck?
- No.

- No word on him in Phoenix or Prescott.
- What about Tucson?

Well, they think he may have
slipped across the border.

[Barney] Griff!

I've been lookin' all over for you.
Charlie Savage is in town.

He's over at the Undertaker's Alley
waiting for a showdown.

- Where's that?
- Across from the gunsmith shop.

- Who told you he was in town waiting for me?
- Savage. Charlie Savage did.

- He don't look scared.
- Thanks, Barney.

- Well, come on!
- It's all right, Barney.

Can I help?

You go back and run your bathhouse.
I'll call you if I need you.

All right, but don't forget.

Well?

Let's take a walk.

We'd better wait
until we get Chico on that stage.

Get him out of town.

Here you are.

Hey, Griff.

Barney Cashman's been lookin' for you.
What's up?

Not a thing. In you go.

It might take a couple of days
to find out where Charlie Savage is holing up.

Yep.

- Might even take you a week.
- Yeah.

- Can't I stick around till you run him down?
- Nope.

Ah, come on, Griff.

Say hello to the folks.

Tell 'em we'll come home for a visit soon.
Maybe in the next few weeks.

Tell 'em I got a surprise for 'em.

You know, he really would
have made a good third gun.

What's this about a surprise?

I'm gettin' married.

Well, you won't find many wives
who can make a gun.

That's right.

You, uh, gonna stick around here?

Yeah.

I'm gonna be city marshal.

Pay any good?

Oh, better than a federal job.

Anyway,
they want the Bonell name for the job.

You know, after you pick up Charlie Savage,
you'll need a new second gun.

Yeah, that's right.

[shrieks]

[meows]

Charlie Savage in there?

Charlie Savage.

Charlie Savage?

Yeah?

This is Griff Bonell.
I've got a warrant for you.

Get rid of your gun and come out
with your hands high and your fingers spread.

You hear me?

Come on out.

Come... and get me!

All right.

[gunshot]

So you didn't need a third gun?
He had you right in his sights.

Who is it?

Charlie Savage.

Barney Cashman told me
he was here calling for a showdown.

I jumped the stage
as soon as it turned the corner.

I got him right through the head.
One shot.

[laughs] And you wanted me to be a farmer.

Now what did I do wrong?

Now you've killed a man.

- Murdered?
- He didn't die of old age.

- I'll find out who rigged this up.
- Here.

You're not gonna make this a personal fight,
not so long as I made you my second gun.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

[chattering, inaudible]

Sure fix 'em up pretty in this camp.

[playing note]

The last time I killed a man
was ten years ago.

A boy.

He was no good, like your brother.

But he was still a boy, and I killed him.

I could have made a crippling shot,
but I didn't.

Did you ever see a dead boy's eyes
in the sky?

The truest gun in the West.

Ha.

You know why I hate to get into fights?

I can't miss.

Am I talking too much?

In my heart,
I've always asked forgiveness before I kill,

just like an Indian asking forgiveness
from an animal before the slaughter.

But you can't ask after you kill.
It's too late then.

I didn't come here to talk about that.
I came to talk about Brockie.

He put Charlie Savage's corpse
on public display in a store window.

A boy who'd do a thing like that
is dead or nearly dead.

But there's still time.

You think he was mixed up in that ambush.

I don't know what to think.

- [plays note]
- My brother Wes is getting married.

I'm pulling out right after the wedding.

- That's why I'm here to talk about Brockie.
- [playing "High Riding Woman"]

I know how close you are to him...
more like a son than a brother.

I know. I've got a brother the same age.

You can break yours
before you have to bury hinา.

[gunfire]

Sorry, Jessica, but I had to shoot him.
There was no other possible way...

Why didn't you kill me?

He thought you were my brother.

Nobody wants to be associated with murder.

Now Swain is dead, Savage is dead.

Your agent on the Senate floor run off.
The governor turned his back on you.

Everybody's desertin' the ship.

The captain is drowning.
The Dragoons are breakin' up.

And it's his fault. He's your enemy.

He's out to crush you.
That's why I tried to kill hinา.

To get your job back? Have you gone crazy?

Job?

Why do you think I lied for you,
stole, bribed, and cheated?

For my job? For money?

Jessica, I'm a man.
I have a man's feelings.

You can't buy what I feel.

A man can't keep this to himself forever.

I kept telling myself,
"Patience. Hold on. Hold fast.

She'll understand."

But a man can only wait for so long.

And a man has got to do something
about what's in his heart,

or it'll break.

What do you want to do with him?

Nothing.

Jessica.

Jessica, don't do that to me.
Please, Jessica, don't.

Don't pay me off like the others.

Please, Jessica.

Jessica.

Don't do that.

Please.

Jessica, please.

I'm sorry, Ned.

[Jessica sighs]

You know the real reason
why he tried to kill you.

He knows I'm in love with you.

Everything he said is true.
The Dragoons is crumbling.

But I don't care anymore.
I could save it, but I don't want to.

I know how he feels.

He feels about me
the way I feel about you.

But we can forget him now
and everything else.

The boy you killed, the life I've led...
everything. Nothing can hurt us now.

You're not leaving here without me, Griff.

What's happened to us is like war...

easy to start, hard to stop.

I never knew how to like anybody
until I knew how to love.

And I like you, Griff.

[thuds]

[thudding]

- What's that?
- Nothing. Nothing.

[thudding continues]

We'd better take a look.

[thudding continues]

I want those church bells ringing, Sexton.

Don't you worry about 'em.
They'll be ringing.

And you, Mr. Fly,
you'd better make this your best job.

First time I had to wash
to take a wedding picture, Mr. Spanger.

Have you gotten plenty of rice?

Every bag in camp.

- [man] Here they come. Here they come.
- [crowd chattering]

Here they come. Here they come.

[cheering]

Will you come in a little closer, please?

All right. Heads up.

Hold it.

Over here.

- [shutter clicks]
- One more.

Aren't you gonna kiss the bride, Griff?

[gunshot]

Wes! Wes!

[gasping] Wes!

Wes! Wes!

[gasping] Wes! Wes! Wes!

Wes! Wes, Wes!

- [gunshot]
- Wes!

[guitar playing]

[Barney]
♪ Although the way before me ♪

♪ May be a road that's stormy ♪

♪ God has his arms around me ♪

♪ I'm not afraid ♪

♪ And though I stumble blindly ♪

♪ I see a light that's kindly ♪

♪ God has his arms around me ♪

♪ I'm not afraid ♪

♪ Though worldly cares betide me ♪

♪ I have my faith to guide me ♪

♪ I know he's here beside me ♪

♪ He's made it known ♪

♪ I feel his love surround me ♪

♪ His tender touch has found me ♪

♪ God has his arms around me ♪

♪ I'm not alone ♪

♪ I'm not alone ♪

Whoa.

If you weren't full of this cheap gun,
this whole mess wouldn't have happened.

And you, you're lucky you kissed the bride,
or else my bullet would be in your head!

I'll do everything I can to see him live.

[piano: notes playing]

[man]
Well, the government's gonna play fair.

In view of your cooperation,
they're gonna drop the charges against you.

But as your lawyer, I must tell you again,
you didn't have to give 'em so much.

They would have been satisfied with half.

I tell you, the politicians were flabbergasted
when they found out what you were gonna do.

[notes continue playing]

You, uh...
You could still be boss, you know,

if you wanted to.

Sure, sure. The government knows
you kept back a lot of the tax money

that Logan and his gunmen collected,

but Uncle Sam got twice as much that way
than he did before you came along.

Miss Drummond, you know what this means?

They'll take away your land,
your cattle, your house...

everything you built up.

Everything.

[shouting] Where you been all this time?
Holdin' hands with Griff Bonell?

Got any money left to fight for me?

- The fight's over, Brockie.
- It's never over!

You've been buying people all your life.
You've gotta get me out of this!

I spent every dollar I could hang onto.

The judge and jury couldn't be bought.

Well, get an appeal! We can still win!

We lost.

- "We!" It's my neck!
- I know.

But there's nothing more I can do for you.

You killed a United States marshal.

If it weren't for his brother,
you'd get me out of this right now.

You've got to hang, Brockie.

Come.

We got a rope, but the government
won't let us hang you. Come on.

Jess.

You're right, Jess.

You've been coverin' for me all my life.

I'm sorry. I'll take my medicine.

Oh, Brockie!

Brockie, don't!

Don't, Brockie! Throw your gun down!

Brockie, don't!

Brockie, don't!

[Griff] Brockie. Get rid of your gun.
Put your hands high and your fingers spread.

What are you afraid of, Griff?

Come on out!

What are you waiting for?

Let's see you shoot her!

[groans]

[gasps]

I'm killed!

Mr. Bonell, I'm killed!

Get a doctor. She'll live.

Miss Drummond.

What are you doing out of bed?
You know what Doc Hudson said.

I'm all right, Mr. Cashman.

Now, get back to your room right now,
Miss Drummond.

The Doc said
not to let you out of the hotel.

Thank you very much, but I'll be all right.

You're a lucky woman
it was Griff Bonell who done that shootin'.

He put that bullet in you
right where he wanted it put.

I know that, Mr. Spanger.

There's nothing I can do,
or say, or pray for

that will bring him back to you.

It's very hard to forget the man you love.

I know.

You have one thing in your favor,
Mrs. Bonell.

Youth.

[guitar playing]

[Barney] ♪ She's a high-riding woman ♪

♪ With a whip ♪

♪ She's a woman that all men desire ♪

♪ But there's no man can tame her ♪

♪ That's why they name her ♪

♪ The high-riding woman with a whip ♪

♪ She commands, and men obey ♪

[footstep]

Barney meant no harm by that.
He just likes that song.

You wouldn't take my advice, marshal.
I'm going to take it myself.

- Where are you going?
- California.

What about Jessica Drummond?

I want to talk about her, Griff.

You know, you did something for her
that you wouldn't have done for Ma

or Wes or me or anybody else.

You lost your head.

You didn't kill him like a peace officer.
You blew up inside.

Did everything you learned me not to do.

Must have loved her an awful lot
to kill Brockie the way you did.

You don't talk like a wet nose anymore, Chico.

- Then why don't you go to her?
- You think it's me?

I want her, I'll never have her
because she won't have me.

Chico, if she had killed you,
I never would have forgiven her.

You know why?

'Cause I'm not big enough.

You got to be big to forgive.

[horse whinnying]

♪ When she rides ♪

♪ And the wind is in her hair ♪

♪ She has eyes full of life ♪

- Griff! Griff!
- ♪ Full of fire ♪

Mr. Bonell!

- ♪ But if someone could break her ♪
- Griff!

- Griff! Griff!
- ♪ And take her whip away ♪

Mr. Bonell!

♪ Someone big ♪

♪ Someone strong ♪

♪ Someone tall ♪

♪ You may find ♪

♪ That the woman with a whip ♪

♪ Is only a woman ♪

♪ After all ♪