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[full moon entertainment theme]

[wind blowing]

[music playing]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

[creature cooing]

[creature screeching]

[chewing]

[horse whinnying]

[people shouting]

[horse whinnying]

[ominous music]

Goddamn vulture.

[spits]

[honky-tonk piano playing]

[gasping]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[piano stops playing]

Miss Kitty.

[piano resumes playing]

Mr. Gaunt.

You're the only one
who's ever happy to see me.

Everyone is dead
when they see you.

MARSHALL STONE: Have you ever
considered the possibility, Mr.

Gaunt, that people don't
welcome you cause you

scared the shit out of them?

I mean, when you
show up, people die.

It's not cause
and effect, Marshal.

I simply had a knack for
being in the right place

at the right time.

[ominous music]

[glass tightening]

[glass smashing]

[more glass smashing]

[metal squeaking]

BOTH: I'll raise you--

100

50.

100.

50.

Aces and eights.

[MACHINE PLAYING - GOLD DIGGERS
OF 1993, "WE'RE IN THE MONEY"]

[ominous music]

[glass continuing to smash]

Redeye.

REDEYE: Get the
hell out of here.

Move!

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Dead man's hands.

They say no Altearth
that Wild Bill

Hickok was holding aces and
eights when he was shot dead.

S-- superstitions from some
old planet light-years away.

Right, Marshal?

Whatever you say, Miss Kitty.

Mm-- meow!

[glass continuing to smash]

[ominous music]

[electrical zapping]

Well, I say dump this card
game, come upstairs with me,

and we'll play some strip poker.

It's the only game
I love to lose.

[chuckles] Oh, reow, I had
them sharpened just for you.

REDEYE: Marshal Stone!

[piano stops playing]

Stone, get your ass out here!

[ominous music]

[gasping]

I'm calling you out, Stone.

What's the matter?

Not mad enough to face me?

Or maybe you're too much man?

Too much hu-man, And we
all know what gutless

cowards humans are, don't we?

Ah.

I'll be waiting.

Come on, Marshal.

We got better things to do.

It's a matter of
respect, Miss Kitty.

Some things cannot be ignored.

Don't worry.

I won't hurt him.

[electrical whirring]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Right there will do just fine.

You've got a problem, Redeye?

Yeah!

Yeah, I've got a problem!

You, Marshal.

That won't be a
problem much longer.

MARSHALL STONE: You
are a sick individual.

Damn right, I am!

I'm sick of you.

I'm sick of the Galaxico.

I'm sick of the guilt.
I'm sick of all this crap!

But I got me a heavy-caliber
vaccine to cure my ills.

Is that a fact?

Definitely.

Lights out, Marshal.

[mutters nervously]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[screams]

[gasps]

[screams]

Nice catch.

Practice makes perfect.

[moans]

MISS KITTY: [sobs]

[flies buzzing]

[hisses]

[screams]

[whirring]

[gasping]

I guess the force field wasn't
working up to snuff today!

[snickers]

[hisses]

[somber music]

[DISTORTED] No!

[sobs] You son-of-a-bitch!

[pensive music]

[gasps]

[whip cracking]

Not so fast, half-breed.

Boys.

Much better.

[whip cracking]

You won't be
needing this anymore.

[electric zapping]

[spits]

[shrieks]

No point in my messing up
such a prime pussy as yourself.

[hisses]

Bork!

Attend to Deputy Stell
Barr, would you, please?

[snickers]

So much for
guild interference.

Thanks to that load
of daconium we found,

this town is up for grabs.

And I know he's going
to be the biggest grabber.

[snickers]

[ominous music]

[whirring]

Great, just what I needed--

more gold.

[ominous music]

[groans]

[growling]

[yells]

[screeching]

[whimpers]

It's a good day to die.

[gunshot]

[screeching]

For scorps, maybe.

For what purpose am I saved?

I have nothing.

Well, if you
have nothing, then

you don't have to worry
about losing what you got.

You're wrong.

There's no death to be reached
when one cannot sink lower.

Well, things could
be worse, so live.

Who are you?

Zack-- Zack Stone.

Zack Zack Stone, either
untie me or kill me,

just stop talking.

That was a pretty nasty
scorp heading your way.

Lucky for you, it was a baby.

The adults usually wait
for nighttime to forage.

[groans]

What's your name?

I am Buteo.

Buteo.

Let's get some water
inside you, Buteo.

And then you can tell--

No!

No drink.

No food.

Not until I have
buried my family.

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

[grunts]

We've got to plan our
next moves carefully.

Just because the
marshal's dead don't

mean this town rolls over.

He's right.

We can't simply shoot everyone.

[snickering]

Now that the marshal's dead
and that's cyborg deputy of his

is no problem, as long as we
have our stash of daconium,

we're going to show the
good people of Oblivion

the great advantages
to a town run by Redeye

and his dedicated associates.

Oh, yeah!

Hear, hear!

Associ-what?

Gangs, Bork.

Oh, right.

REDEYE: Excuse me, Bork.

I have hemorrhoids
smarter than you!

Oh.

[chuckles] Huh?

REDEYE: Spanner, you
will work the town.

Be charming, be
polite, be sympathetic.

But point out the guild was
choking us with their rules

and restrictions anyway.

Keep Bork with you as
backup, just to remind folks

who the muscle is around here.

Wormhole, spread the
word of what's happened.

Head out to the last stop
cantina at the outskirts

of the Badlands.

And then make your
way back to Oblivion.

No problem, rojo ojo.

Oh, sorry.

Lash, you just be yourself.

[chuckles]

We just might have one
teeny, weeny problem.

I hear Stone has a son
out prospecting somewhere.

Hasn't been back to Oblivion
in years from what they say.

You don't think I should be
concerned with him, do you?

[inhales] I don't
think you should

be concerned about anyone.

All of you on your way.

Uh, Lash, there's a
few things I think--

I think we ought
to take care of.

[moans] I was
thinking the same thing.

[gasps] Move!

[gasps] Oh!

[moans]

Aren't you going to
ask me to be gentle?

You've got to be kidding?

[laughs]

[moans]

[door creaking]

[whirring]

Well, I got the
sonic protectors up.

That'll keep the
night scorps away.

Want to talk about it?

No.

OK.

I'll just keep
asking until you do.

BUTEO: Killed my wife.

My children.

They took everything.

Even a mirror talisman of
mine, which is useless to them

but has been in my
family for generations.

All that is left to me is this.

[whirring]

Lead lined?

BUTEO: It contains
the rays, yes.

My wife made this for me.

It is the first bit of
daconium we ever found.

Now it is the last that I own.

No, I couldn't.

Do not insult me.

It is yours.

[owl hooting]

[horse panting]

Who did this to you?

I only saw one of them
clearly since it was so dark.

If I see him again,
however, he will die.

That's pointless.

BUTEO: Pointless?

My family's spirits
cry out to be avenged!

Vengeance is a hollow pursuit.

It will not bring your
family back to life.

[howling]

As you wish.

ZACK STONE: What is it?

BUTEO: A man is coming this way.

You can tell that just
by looking into your cup?

The liquid.

Reflections are magic if
you know how to read them.

So who is this visitor?

He is the one called Gaunt.

Gaunt?

The funeral man?

Must be because he found me.

Gaunt only appears
before death, not after.

Then why is he heading here?

Unless one of us
is going to die!

You would run,
Zack Zack Stone?

Well, I should Come on,
help me pack this stuff up.

If you run into a
den of night scorps

you will only hasten the
fate you seek to flee.

GAUNT: Excuse the
intrusion, gentlemen.

Zachary Stone?

Well, how did you find me?

I looked.

The night scorps
did not attack you?

For some reason, they see
me and simply scuttle away.

Odd, isn't it?

I bring unfortunate tidings.

Your father has met an untimely
alleviation of existence.

He has shuffled off
this mortal coil.

Closed the curtain
on our veil of tears.

He cavorts with the heavenly
choir at this particular point

in eternity's endless march.

What?

He's dead.

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Jim, beam me up.

[groans]

[glass smashing]

Whiskey.

The saloon's down the
street, Doc, in the cat house.

They cut me off there.

Ha!

Good for them.

Sell me a bottle.

Like hell.

All right.

[chuckles] Give me a bottle.

Look, we're closed.

But I'll go in the back
and make you some coffee.

I didn't ask for coffee!

I want booze!

Now!

This is my place and
nobody orders me around, Doc.

Not even you.

As much as I love you.

I love you too, Mattie.

[ominous music]

Now give me that goddamn booze!

Doc, it wasn't your fault.
It must have been daconium.

That had to have been
what screwed it up.

I promised him
I'd protect him.

MATTIE: [sighs]

Doc, you want the coffee or not?

I'm sorry I
scared you, Mattie.

Oh, it's OK, Doc.

I know you wouldn't
really hurt me.

[sighs]

Hell, stupid thing
ain't even loaded.

[gunshot]

Ch!

[music playing]

GAUNT: We have company.

ZACK STONE: I can see that.

Well, let me understand this.

You didn't want me to save
your life, but now that I have,

you're staying with me.

That is correct.

But why?

You need me.

I don't need you.

You do not recognize
the fact that you need me.

In that lies your greatest need.

Fine.

Whatever.

I'm going in here.

Why?

It seems the most
distasteful place.

MAN: You can have the map.

Forget about the box.

Forget about the weights.

I got to get going.

I'm in a rush.

I'm telling you.

You owe me.

Just give me the 50.

Give it to me now,
I'll get lost.

W-- what are you doing?

I told you I'd wait.

What the hell is that?

I already waited.

I told you, 3.5.

Hey.

And I happen to know what the
going rate for daconium is.

I mean, the rate.

You, uh, you
don't exactly look,

uh, mathematically inclined.

I added it up
on my watch-comp.

It's guaranteed--
guaranteed reliable.

Guaranteed!

Now, I know that you know that
I know that you owe me 5497,

decimal point after the seven.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Uh, you're slightly off
my, mm, about, uh, 5,000.

What?

What kind of a scam
are you running here?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

3 grams, mm, about,
uh, 18%, see?

See?

That's, uh, mm, 300 dirks.

Now you can take it
or you can leave it.

This is a scam.

I'm getting scammed!

My watch-comp comes
with a guarantee.

Guarantee!

Hey, buddy, maybe
your lead-lined

case leaked and
your daconium threw

your watch-comp out of whack.

What's 2 plus 2?

Ask it.

[beeping]

5497.

54-- that ain't right.

That ain't right.

Uh, look on the bright
side, Einstein, uh,

300 will be just
enough, just enough

to buy you a new watch-comp.

[giggles]

Watch this guy.

Buster, it's been a while.

Zack.

Listen to me, fellas.

He killed Galaxico, everybody.

They'll be crawling to us
under Redeye's leadership, Mm?

Mm.

But Redeye needs men--

the right kind of men.

No, uh, nebula boys.

You know what I mean.

I'm here looking for
people who want to sign up.

MAN: What's in it for us?

You get to be a part
of the winning team, huh?

You get our biannual newsletter.

You, uh, you learn
the secret handshake.

ALL: Ooh!

But most important, you
get our official better

red than dead buttons
so that everybody knows

you've picked the right side.

[chuckles]

[groans]

Are you satisfied
with that amount?

I'm satisfied.

That much closer to buying
my passage off this rock.

You could probably have
done better in Oblivion.

Look, I'm not Mr. Popular
in that town, all right?

Do you wish to discuss it.

No.

Very well.

I will just keep
asking until you do.

Look, it's not like I wish
my father's death or anything.

You have to understand.

He tried to make me be--

BUTEO: Yes?

--something I could never be.

What?

Him.

Well, well, well.

Look who it is.

The gutless son of
the late Marshal.

I really don't want
to fight here, OK.

People the gutless
one really doesn't

want to fight today, OK?

I hate nebula boys.

Zeke.

[ominous music]

His name is Zack.

Oh, yeah, Zeke, this, uh,
native is your friend?

[dramatic music]

Buteo, this guy
isn't worth it.

I really can't hurt anyone.

Who cares what he says.

People like him seek out
weakness to exploit to destroy.

If you present yourself
as weak, he will attack.

Let him go.

Please?

[groans]

[gasping]

No!
Enough!

Buteo, stop it!

[groaning]

[quirky music]

[glass smashing]

No, wait a minute here.

I don't want any
trouble from you guys.

Buteo, let's get it out of--

here!

[gnawing]

WORMHOLE: What are you doing?

[yells]

[laughter]

[groaning]

I'm sorry.

[ominous music]

[gasping]

Gaunt!

Don't go!

Don't leave because nebula
boys are going to die.

Are you dead sure about that?

What happened to, uh, I
don't want to hurt anybody?

Well, I don't
want to hurt anyone.

Unfortunately, you happen
to be standing right

where my gun's about to go off.

No!

Boo!

[whimpers]

I think I'll have a
beer, my good fellow.

A schlitz.

Oh, um, um--

we're out of schlitz.

Then, buster,
you're out of beer.

[rooster crowing]

[gasps] Where's my gun?

It's under the register.

I was afraid you might shoot off
something you'd need later on.

[groans]

[doorbell jingling]

I'll be right back.

May I help--

[dramatic music]

Good day, Miss Mattie.

Get out of my store.

Why, Mattie, I'm appalled.

Is that any way to
talk to a customer?

It's how I talk to murderers.

Oh, is that what you
call a fair fight--

murder?

That's what I call gunning
down the best man in town.

Are you going to put
up with that kind of talk

from Suzy Homemaker
there, Redeye?

Miss Mattie, I've always
been very fond of you,

you know that.

Would you like to know why?

Because I'm female
and have a pulse.

[chuckles] No.

Because you're a lady, a lady
in the best sense of the word.

There's not near enough
ladies in Oblivion.

Oh, hard to believe they
could pass up the ambience.

[mumbles]

Doesn't it bother your
girlfriend you coming here

telling me how wonderful I am?

No, I'm not the jealous type.

Besides, there is plenty
of Redeye to go around.

More for you then.

I don't think you quite
understand, Miss Mattie.

I am the future of this town.

I'm giving you a chance to
get in at the ground floor.

Providing I let you get in.

That right?

This is my store.

Get the hell out!

Get out!

And what a nice store it is.

Don't you think?

Was.

[chuckles]

Well said.

Stop it!

[screams]

What the hell?

Ethyl.

[whistles]

[whimpers]

[snickers] Oops!

[snickers]

Stop it!

Get out!

Shop-- till you drop.

Oh, my god, candy.

I love candy.

Delicious!

[groans]

LASH: Really darling,
your taste in jewelry.

Now, let's see.

Anything else?

Get out!

[sobs]

Anymore cocoa in the back?

[snickers]

The next one who so
much as twitches dies.

[dramatic music]

I do believe she's asking
us to leave, my friends.

[crashing]

Nice place.

[snickers]

MATTIE: [sobs]

He likes you, Mattie.

[SOBBING] Get out.

And you know what?

I like you too.

We could have a
great time together.

MATTIE: [whimpers]

Instead, all you've got is
the totally thrashed store.

Now if you ask
me, you might want

to do some thinking about
what you want out of life.

You--

You got the hots for
Redeye and Miss Priss.

What about me, Lash, huh?

What do you got for me?

I'm 10 times the man that
lizard head could ever be.

[moans] Prove it.

Who found that big stash
of daconium for Redeye, huh?

[chuckles] You got to do
more than jump claims before

you can jump me, Spanner.

Besides, a real man would have
kept it for himself instead

of turning it over to Redeye.

But then you wouldn't know
anything about that, now,

would you?

Ha!

ZACK STONE: Oblivion,
home sweet home.

[music playing]

Heave.

The funeral will be
held later today.

I'll have one of my
assistants summon you.

Well, thank you for your help.

Hee-yah.

More disrespect.

He was always so
tidy and methodical.

[pensive music]

My father showed
me this box once.

He told me it contained
his most personal

effects, his most cherished
valuables and memories.

And if anything ever
happened to him,

he wanted me to have it all.

And that's why you
came back here, isn't it?

You hoped that there's
enough in there

to buy passage off Oblivion.

Buteo, I don't
belong in this place.

Pop never understood that.

This world dries up your soul.

There are some who find beauty
in the most bleak surroundings.

You know, now I
know why I needed you.

Because I'd never
be able to come up

with all these pointless
and oblique philosophies

by my lonesome.

Son of a bitch Son of a bitch!

STELL BARR: Hey, what's
going on out there?

We got company.

Get me out of here!

I don't know.

She looks dangerous.

I'm the deputy, you moron.

Well, the ex-deputy.

Deputy?

Yes, that's right genius,
the deputy, Stell Barr, OK?

Now pick up the
keys and let me out.

So-- you're Zack.

Marshal mentioned you.

Yeah?

When?

Every now and then.

Whenever he was
drunk and pissed.

He said you were a coward.

Zack is no coward.

I owe him my life.

Zack here rescued you?

That is correct.

Hmm.

How nice of you to think about
someone other than yourself.

Why am I letting
you out of here?

Zack Stone thinks about
everyone except himself.

That is his weakness.

It's also his strength.

Is that so.

I know him better
than any living being.

I have read his
heart and his soul.

How long have you known him?

Two days.

Sounds like a quick read.

So you're going to take
over being marshal now?

Look, kiddo, I'm a cyborg, OK?

As much machine as human.

I don't want the top job.

Aside from the fact
that I have no desire

to be the number one
target on the planet,

Redeye has a huge
stash of daconium.

A fair fight, [snickers]
that's one thing.

But he can short me out with
that stuff with no problem.

I'm not messing with those odds.

So you're a quitter.

Look who's talking.

[scoffs] Look, I
wasn't hired to do a job.

No.

You just walked
out on your father.

GAUNT: The Marshal
once mentioned to me

that should it be
necessary, he'd prefer

a closed-casket ceremony.

He wished you remember
him as he was.

MAN: B 9!

For, my dear friends,
what is the body,

but a meaningless shell.

A receptacle for the spirit
that makes us all what we are.

MAN: N 34!

Can't we postpone
the bingo game?

It's disrespectful!

It's Thursday.

We always have
bingo on Thursdays.

WOMAN: Bingo!

ALL: Thank god.

Find a seat, please.

[gasps]

Were you a friend
of the Marshals?

Me?

Not really.

GAUNT: The Marshal died
as he lived, fighting

for what he believed in.

[sobbing]

Rather than chatter on myself,
I'd like the Marshal's son

to say a few words.

Go.

Now, go!

MAN: [WHISPERS] Is that his son?

WOMAN: [WHISPERS] I don't know.

Hey, pop.

Most of you don't know me.

Some of you do and
probably wish you didn't.

Sometimes I-- I think my
father felt the same way.

I know he did.

MAN: G 49.

It's Thursday.

Oh.

Well, we didn't see
eye-to-eye on a lot of things.

He felt we were too different.

But the fact is we were actually
more alike than either of us

was willing to let on.

I remember when I was 17--

MAN: I 17.

Oh, Christ!

My point is, my father taught
me the most important lesson

a man can teach his son, that
you've got to stick to what

you believe in no matter what.

Sometimes that even
means not being a hero,

even if somebody wants you to--

MAN: B 1.

--be one.

MAN: Amen, to that.

And the point is that it
was this very lesson that tore

us apart, the fact that we--

we just didn't believe
in the same things.

REDEYE: Right, one of you didn't
believe in having any guts.

[gasping]

[ominous music]

[snickers]

MAN: G 48.

[gasping]

ALL: It's Thursday.

Oh.

MAN: O 53.

So you're the Marshal's boy?

I'm the Marshal's killer.

What are you going
to do about it?

[snickers]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Who says diamonds are a
girl's best friend, huh?

Robo-bitch.

[crowd murmuring]

There will be no
violence in this place.

I'm not talking to you.

There will be no
violence in this place!

MAN: G 44.

Just came to pay our respects.

MAN: N 40.

REDEYE: Didn't want to miss
seeing the dearly departed off.

I do have some ethics.

[snickers]

MAN: B 5.

REDEYE: Well, peace lover.

You really don't care
if I pay for what I did?

Oh, you're going to pay.

I'm just not going to
be the bill collector.

We're gone!

MAN: O 52.

Your daddy must have
really hated your guts.

MAN: Bingo!

[murmuring and grumbling]

[somber music]

GAUNT: Ashes to
ashes, dust to dust.

Yea, though I fly through
the black hole of death,

I fear no evil, for
thou art with me.

Don't see many
natives around here.

Buteo, is it?

Yes, Buteo.

They say native men have
incredible respect for women.

That is true.

They also say native
men make the best lovers.

And how is that?

Well, because of--

your stamina and endurance,
your sensitivity, and, uh, well,

the remarkable size of
your, uh, your, uh--

Feet?

Yes.

Your feet.

Come on, Kitty.

Let's go get drunk.

Doctor's orders.

ZACK STONE: Excuse me.

I didn't get your name.

Mattie Chase.

How well did you know
my father, Miss Chase?

Well enough to know that
I respected him, Mr. Stone.

He was a good man.

You should have stood
up for him in there.

One violent act leads to
another and then another

in turn.

And I won't be
part of that cycle.

What does violence have to do
with standing up for somebody

that you love?

Well, I want
people not to hurt.

Life is hurt, Mr. Stone.

You can't separate the two.

I'm wasting my time talking
to you because you're

not listening to me.

Well, obviously, you
see some point to it.

Don't you get it?

You're a dreamer.

My husband was just like you.

He had faith in this world.

He said we were pioneers.

And after spending
all our savings

getting the general store
set up, he got killed!

He got killed by night scorps.

He left me with a
mountain of debt

and a dream but no dreamer.

All alone.

It's bullshit!

I know it's bullshit, Mr. Stone.

Obviously, you're the
one without any hope here,

Miss Mattie.

Maybe you ought to climb
in that grave over there

with your husband
and be done with it.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

You're right!

I'm not!

Hey, Doc, you in there?

DOC VALENTINE: Yeah,
what do you want?

Knew you'd be here
sooner or later.

Well, how could I come
all the way back to Oblivion

and not say hey
to Doc Valentine?

How are you doing, Doc?

How the hell do you think?

[dramatic music]

MAN: Come on!

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Come on!

Do it!
Do it!

Do it!

Come on!

Come on!

Get him!

Hold him.

Hold him!

[chatter]

Let's go.

Don't give up.

Hold it tight!

Hold it real tight.

My money.

Hold it.

[inaudible] his eyes
that turn to gold.

Come!

This is not your
usual hangout, Mattie.

I can't believe
that lousy son of his.

Zack's a good kid.

Chip off the old block.

Trouble is, he's an empath.

What's an empath?

Mm, someone who
experiences what

you experience only more so.

When you suffer, he suffers.

One day about five years
ago, there was a robbery

with a gunman named Groth.

Zack had to hunt him
down and kill him.

That's when Zack
left town for good.

Why?

When he killed
Groth, he told me

he felt everything Groth felt.
I guess that was when he decided

he'd never take another life.

He also realized he would be
no use to his father, maybe

even a danger, so he left.

And his mother?

She vanished a long time ago.

[growling]

[laughter]

Hey!

So who's next?

Come on, anybody.

I can keep this up all day.

Would you play this game as
a true man for true stakes?

I can take anything
you can dish out, native.

Are you familiar with the
creature called the mon-ding?

No.

Rather poisonous.

I purchased this one at the
Cimarron exotic pet shop

down the street.

Sudden movements attract them.

[growling]

They are also very irritable
and detest being shaken up.

[growling]

[ominous music]

You got one of them
ding things in there?

That it, native?

[snickers]

That is correct.

If there's one thing the
mon-ding detests even more

than being shaken up, is fear.

It will attack any source
of fear that it senses.

And that which knows fear
burns at the mon-dings touch.

Burns and dies.

So you challenge me to
a deathmatch, huh, native?

Why should I?

Otherwise, these men
will know you as a coward.

[scoffs]

It's your funeral.

Stand back, please!

[gasping]

[growling]

Are you ready, tough guy?

In the name of all that
is sacred to me, I am ready.

1, 2, 3, go!

[growling]

[gasping]

You're going to die, native.

Ain't you afraid?

I feel nothing.

Least of all, a man who
would kill a family,

stake off the father,
all for daconium.

That was you?

[growling]

If I die this day, I
swear by the great God Kuk,

I will haunt you
until the day you die.

And I will see you in hell!

[growling]

[shouting]

Pain in the neck.

[gnawing]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[gunshots]

Woo-hah!

[groans]

[laughs]

Howdy!

[groans]

Not so fast, Pocahontas.

[groans]

[claps hands]

[speaking spanish]

Glad you could join us.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[no audio]

Bork, get out here now!

Aw, nuts!

[groans]

We're going to
have us a trial!

[ominous music]

Something's
going on out there,

and I don't like the feel of it.

REDEYE: Stop right
there, junior!

This has got nothing
to do with you.

He is right, Zack.

This is not your concern.

You take your
hands off of him.

All right.

Now what are you going to do?

[snickers] Make
a citizen's arrest?

It is my road to walk, Zack.

And I will walk it alone.

Actions have consequences.

My actions, my consequences.

And you better watch out or
I'm going to blow a hole in you

like I did your bionic deputy.

Stell?

Great scotty!

[snickers]

Doc!

I'm coming!

I'm coming.

I don't like this one bit.

I cannot get any
work done in here.

[DISTORTED] I am the only
law this town has slept left.

I have got to be here
to hold down the fort.

If I don't fix you up, you
won't be holding down anything.

Zack, get me that
tricorder there.

STELL BARR: [groans]

[dramatic music]

[mutters incoherently]

Why did they
[inaudible] anyway, huh?

Why?

[groans]

[snickers]

Power it down, Lash.

Too much charge
will knock him out.

I want him to feel the pain.

Naturally.

Native!

You stand accused of
murder, how do you plead?

This is no court of law.

It's as close as
you're going to get.

That man, Spanner,
murdered my family.

Well, we only have your
word for that, don't we?

The word of a murderer!

Yeah.

The fight was fair.

Everyone saw!

What I see is I've got a
dead man and an uppity native.

Is that what you all see?

[cheering]

What I see is that
my course was clear.

I see that there are times when
you do what should be done.

And there are
times when you do--

[yawns]

BUTEO: --what must be done.

It is never a clear choice.

[sighs] Mm.

You do what you have to do.

I love the way this guy talks!

[applause]

Are you done?

Because we really got
to get started here.

[spits]

Lash!

[snickers] OK, boys,
give me some room.

Mama's going to have
herself some fun!

[snickers] Yee-haw!

[whip cracking]

[yells]

DOC VALENTINE: The
bullet did some damage.

There's no exit
through that arm, but--

[DISTORTED] You
promised me weeks ago

you'd put in an access panel.

Damn it, Stell!

I'm a doctor, not a magician!

[whip cracking]

[yells]

[cheering]

[snickering]

This is going to hurt.

[DISTORTED] Do it!

[shouts]

[groans]

[shouts]

[whip cracking]

[groans]

[groans]

[snickering]

[whip cracking]

[groans]

[yells]

[groans]

[whip cracking]

[yells]

[groans]

[whip cracking]

[yells]

Stop it!

Stop!

That's enough!

Don't get your knickers
in a knot, princess.

It'll all be over soon.

What's the
problem, Miss Mattie?

He's just a native.

I won't stand by and
watch you kill a man.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

[dramatic music]

Boss.

[scoffs] Look.

MATTIE: [whimpers]

Actions have consequences.

You get out of town
or I'll kill you.

You ain't going
to kill nobody.

For one thing,
Gaunt ain't around.

And second, you
ain't got the guts.

Are you willing to
bet your life on that?

[chuckles] Don't give
me that shit, nebula boy.

We both know you got sympathy.

[gunshot]

[yells]

[gunshots]

REDEYE: [yells]

Get him!

[gunshots]

[yells]

[gunshot]

[uplifting music]

[gunshots]

All right.

Who else?

ZACK STONE: Who is
with Redeye now?

We don't need no
stinking badges!

ZACK STONE: Watch out, Mattie.

[gunshot]

I am sorry, Zack, truly I am.

It's OK.

Right worldview, wrong world.

You did what you
had to do, kid.

It must've hurt you, Zack,
shooting all those men.

What's it matter
to you, Mattie.

You got what you wanted.

Me killing for
the right reasons.

I hope you're happy, goddamn it!

[sighs]

[doorbell jingling]

[dramatic music]

[muffled scream]

[snickers] We couldn't bear
to leave you behind, princess.

We like you too much.

[sniffs] [moans]

[whimpers]

Delicious.

[squeals]

[yells]

Ooh, that must really hurt!

No, you idiot, you're
standing on my foot!

[sloshing]

[ominous music]

Ew!

Look!

Handy, isn't it?

[honky-tonk piano playing]

[people chattering]

DOC VALENTINE: Good to
have the law back in town.

This may sound
like cold comfort,

but your daddy
would've been proud.

ZACK STONE: Yeah?

Your ma, too.

I never knew her.

I did.

Yeah?

What was she like?

She just said you were a hero.

STELL BARR: That makes you,
marshal, if you want the job.

You're empowered
to make me marshal?

Oh, hell, kiddo,
another two drinks in me,

I'm going to make you emperor
of the goddamn galaxy.

Well, you're awful quiet.

I have said thank you.

I have apologized for
having a hand in making you

what you did not wish to be.

Beyond that, I have
nothing to say.

Nothing to say?

Buteo has nothing to say!

Drinks for everyone!

[cheering]

Except--

Cancel that!

[complaining]

--your anger at
Mattie was misplaced.

He's right, you know?

He's right, you know?

Is he ever wrong?

STELL BARR AND BUTEO: No

[gasping]
[piano stops playing]

GAUNT: As you were.

I thought you would want
to know, I'm about to head

out to the Badlands.

[piano resumes playing]

What's in the Badlands?

Probably, Redeye.

That's his favorite hidey-hole
whenever he's in trouble.

Someone is going to die there.

ZACK STONE: Well, Mr. Psychic,
give Redeye my regards.

What's going to get
him, night scorps?

I never know the
who or the how,

just the when and the where.

You know, I was a
little rough with Mattie.

Maybe I ought to run
over to the general store

and have a little talk with her.

That is good.

She isn't there.

Where is she?

With the people I saw
escorting her out of town,

I assume.

[gasps] Out of town!

Where out of town?

The Badlands.

Attention, everybody.

Redeye's kidnapped Miss.

Mattie.

And we're getting
a posse together

and going after
them to put an end

to this thing once and for all!

[cheering]

I hear he's hiding
in the Badlands.

Mr. Gaunt's leading the way.

Who's with me?

[non-english]!

[chattering]

You guys sure know how
to get them all riled up.

[dramatic music]

[howling]

Remember, watch
out for night scorps.

And Redeye.

And non-payment of debts.

I tend to look at
the big picture.

Look, it's real
simple, we just

have to keep a lookout for
anything and everything,

that's all.

You see anything in there
besides your own reflection?

Something big.

I cannot quite make it out.

[ominous music]

[gunshot]
- Oh!

Hit the deck!

WORMHOLE: [shouts]

Don't touch me again.

[snickers] What are you
going to do, poke me to death?

[gunshot]

No, just give you the finger.

Aw, sweet dreams.

[yells]

[gunshot]

I'm going to get
around the back of them.

How're you going to do that?

Ancient Native
tactic, run like hell.

[gunshots]

I suggest you get the
hell out of here, Zack.

Now what about Mattie?

We'll send her back
when we're done with her.

[groans]

[WHISPERS] I'll
slip around this way.

[gunshot]

[screams]

Miss Mattie!

[whimpers]

REDEYE: She's in
deep shit now, boy!

Night scorps might be
scared of all this noise,

but when they smell the blood,
there'll be no stopping them.

[groans]

Don't you ever point
a finger at me again.

Never cared for
handguns anyway.

[yells]

[whimpers]

[growling]

[screams]

[growling]

[gunshots]

MATTIE: [screams]

It's OK.

It's OK.

Is it your leg?

Yes, it's fine!

Do you know how
to reload, Mattie?

Yes!

You'll need this to keep
the night scorps away.

Zack, look,
you're out of ammo.

Let him be!

No way, Mattie, it ends here.

[sobs]

[dramatic music]

[howling]

Oh, shit.

Everybody keeps hurting me!

[whip cracking]

Oh!

[snickers] Surprise!

Ooh!

Now let's see how you
do with max power.

Redeye!

[groaning]

[whip cracking]

Shit!

[growling]

How do you like it, boy?

The latest in miniature
energy blasters.

So long, marshal.

[gunshot]

[groans]

A little slow on the draw.

Like father, like son.

Ah!

Daconium, turnarounds
fair play, isn't it?

[groans]

How does it feel,
knowing you gave up

everything you believe,
all your dreams just

to fight scum like me?

I'm not--

I'm not f-- fighting
against you.

I'm fighting for them.

Pretty words.

Unfortunately, your last.

[gasps]

[yells]

[groans]

[groans]

Gaunt!

The hell with it.

[yells]

[screams]

[growling]

[whimpers] [yells]

[screams]

[whip cracking]

What's the matter, native?

Won't fight back, huh?

I do not hurt women.

Oh!

A man with integrity.

I could go for you.

Geronimo!

[whip cracking]

[groans] Even you hurt me!

Even you!
- No, no!

[yells]

Shit!

[yells]

[groans]

I am in your debt, still.

If there's anything I can do.

Can you lend me a hand?

[growling]

[yells]

[groans]

[pants]

[growling]

[gnawing]

I thought you were only into--

funerals and bodies.

There's always bingo.

[growling]

[uplifting music]

Feels like it's got the weight
of the world hanging on it.

You wear it well.

Are you sure the
scorps ate all of him?

Um, well, I mean, you know,
no pieces left to regenerate?

Dead sure.

You aren't sorry, are you?

Well, a piece of me died
with him, but better him

and me than innocent people.

Let's get on out of here.

Fast.

Yee-hah!

[music playing]