All language subtitles for Angel.and.the.Bad.Man.2009.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Hey, amigo.

¿Estas borracho?

Poquito.

Muy poquito.

You Quirt Evans?

Well, that depends a lot
on who's asking.

'Cause if you were
Quirt Evans...

then I'd be looking
at a dead man.

Is that right?

Well, then I'd say
a smart man would lie.

Unfortunately for you...

I'm not that smart.

[groans]

[gasps]

[groans]

Grandfather!

Mister, you all right?

John, see to the man's horse.

This man's hurt bad.
We need to get him inside.

Come on.

You give me that horse.

Let us take care of you.

You're badly injured.
We'll take you into our house.

No! I gotta... I gotta go.

I gotta get to
the telegraph office.

We'll take you there.

Yeah, put him
in the corral, John.

Where that horse goes, I go.

He's a trustworthy boy. Your horse
will be safe and well cared for.

Please.

Easy does it.

Whoa.

[groans in pain]

Sorry, folks, we're closed
down for the night.

I know, but it's urgent.

Can't you just...

Come out of there, you!

I can't break schedule!
We're closed!

Can't you make an exception?
He's hurt very badly.

No, I cannot, and I don't want some shot-up
cowboy bleeding all over my floor.

Get in here right now
and bring that light.

I'll tend to the horses.

You cannot make me do this, sir.

You cannot make me
send a telegraph.

Well, maybe I can't...

[cocks pistol]

But I can sure as hell
shoot you dead.

Fine. I'll do it.

But the Union Pacific
will not stand for this.

You have got
a lot of gall, mister,

coming in here in my office,
pointing a gun at me.

There, write it down,

but I am not gonna send
it until tomorrow.

Here.

Let me help you.

"Territorial Recorders Office,

Fort Lansing."

[groans]

"Have found mineral claims
on plots 234 and 235.

Chart 1089."

[panting]

"Record it in my name."

[grunts]

That's all.

And how shall I sign it?

Quirt Evans.

Um...

perhaps we can, uh,
make some sort of...

[clears throat]

[tapping telegraph]

Okay, there you go, Mister...

[whispers] Is he dead?

Not yet, but he needs help.

Wow.

Quirt Evans.

Look at his gun.

I just wanna look at the handle

and see how many
notches he's got.

I don't know. I can't see any,

but I sure as heck don't want
to touch it to find out.

Wow. This is
the famous Quirt Evans.

Quite a man with
the gals, I hear.

They say that... listen to this...

They say, "He's closed
the eyes of many a man"

and opened the eyes of...
of many a woman."

I'm sorry.

Yes, could you please
get my father?

Yes.

Sir?

Sir, we need your help.

Where are you taking him?

We're taking him home.

Quirt Evans?

Are you crazy?

I'd just as soon
have a black powder bomb

with a lit match next to it
in my house!

Is he heavy? He looks heavy.
Solid, you know?

Boy, oh boy.

I know a dozen men who
would ride day and night

just to catch Quirt Evans
helpless like this.

Hey, I've heard about you people

and how you don't believe in guns
or violence and only doing good,

but take my advice.

Stay plenty far away
from Quirt Evans.

Nothing but bad is
gonna follow this man.

Thank you very much
for your advice.

- Have it your way.
- Good night. Walk on.

[murmuring]

See ya, Quirt!

Quirt Evans.

"Ol' Quirt," I call him.

Quirt Evans.

Comes by here all the time.

Old Quirt. Friend of mine.

Does thee think
he's going to live?

I hope so.

Could thee please
bring Mother here?

Oh, and fetch Doc Johnson, too.

[coughs]

If that doesn't quiet him,
I don't know what will.

I'll never get the bullet out with
him thrashing around like that.

Relax, Mr. Evans, we're
just trying to help you.

He cannot hear you.

I'm afraid to give him
any more sedative.

It might kill him.

I wonder what that delirious
mind is searching for.

He's probably in a lot of pain.

Not with that much
laudanum in him.

It's as if he were reaching
for something specific.

By now, he should be
completely immobile.

- How is he?
- Completely delirious.

A gun?

In this house, Thomas?

Get rid of these.

[panting and groaning]

Maybe have to get something
to tie him down.

[grunts]

- Are you crazy?
- It's empty.

[sighs]

Huh. So that's what
he wanted, his gun.

- It's sad.
- No, it's not.

It's stupid. These wild ones,

I keep picking bullets
out of them, and for what?

Because it's
the right thing to do.

Is it?

All it does is
prolong the inevitable,

which is to wind up in the
ground, feeding worms.

No.

Oh, that's right. I forgot.

Never speak any evil, right?

Now, go get some more
hot water, young lady.

Let's get this bullet
out of him.

Clint and his boys were
found dead in the alley.

You think this is the
work of Quirt Evans?

They still had the guns
in their hands.

Why, sometimes I wonder.

Wonder what, dear?

Wonder if I'll ever
love or be loved again.

A beautiful woman
with a good heart?

Any man would be lucky
to have thee.

Tell me again
how thee met Father.

[chuckles] Again?

Thou's heard that story
a thousand times.

Oh, humor me. It's a good one.

Well, he was... working on the
roof of the meeting house.

He fell off.

I picked him out of the dust
and into my arms.

He always said I hugged him
before I ever knew his name.

And thou knew he was the right
man for thee instantly.

Of course I knew.

He was a peaceful man,
a man of the Society.

An evil man would seek a far
more profitable way of life

than being a member
of the Friends.

Still, one never knows where
or when we meet the right man.

Temperance,
the heart never lies, but...

one must be very careful.

I know how much
thee miss Joshua.

Every woman needs
a man in her life,

and Lord knows
John needs a father, but...

men like that, they...

they just aren't the type
to settle down.

Trouble follows them
everywhere they go.

He may not even make it
till the morning,

and thou hast
already judged him.

The light is in everyone.

It's thee I'm concerned about.

I just couldn't bear to see thee
lose another man, that's all.

I know.

He's got the constitution
of a mountain lion.

He'll pull through.

Barring blood poisoning,
that is.

You can wash him now.

He's in no danger.

These wild ones, they always
seem to pull through just fine.

It's the godly ones
who end up dying.

You non-believers,

you always feel compelled to
question the ways of the Lord.

I'm sorry, Thomas.

Sometimes men in my profession,
we have no other choice.

Good night, Doctor. Thank you.

I'll be back
to check on him tomorrow.

Keep his dressings clean.

He'll be fine. Good night.

Mrs. Whart...

get that man out of here.

But he's very badly
wounded, Doctor.

This is not
civilized Pennsylvania.

This is the raw frontier.

You must take
a realistic attitude.

This is a town of mayhem,
theft and depravity.

Would that justify
leaving a wounded man to die?

"Build your house
by the side of the road"

and be a friend to man,

"ye who believe."

I don't mind
you mocking me, Doctor.

I was born with a logical mind.

And a big heart.
You've been a good friend.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Between the rest of the town
trying to run all you Quakers out

and that gunslinger upstairs,

you're going to need
your Friends.

We have everything we need.

Good night.

Good night.

I'm gonna place my bet
on the black ace.

[mumbling]

You're a shapely hussy.
[laughing]

Oh, Maggie.

Maggie, that is
just what I like.

[chuckles]

You always knew me best.

[chuckles]

Don't stop.

Please don't stop.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, God, I missed you.

[gasping]

[panting]

Chart... Chart 1089.

[laughs] I found it.

Chart 1089.

We got to call it off, Maggie.

You know I got places to go.

I'm not the settling down type.

I...

I used to smoke corn silk
when I was a kid.

Your hair...
your hair is just like that,

yellow and gold all mixed up.

All gold and silky.

[sighing]

No, don't stop.
Don't stop, Maggie.

[gasps]

[click]

Hello.

You're awake.

Well, I sure hope so.

What is all this?

What?

Where am I?

Don't you remember?

Father and I helped you
to the telegraph office.

Is anything wrong?

No.

Well, the doctor says you'll
be all right in a week or two.

You were delirious, you know,
two days and two nights.

Well, maybe that's why
I'm so hungry.

I could eat a yearling steer.

Oh, well, we'll get you
something then.

Mother?

You talked a lot
in your delirium.

Mother, come here!

He's awake.

How is he?

Hungry.

Well, if he's hungry,
I guess he'll live.

Well, thank you much
for housing me.

Where's my horse?

John has done a fine job
of caring for your animal.

Now, would you like some fresh
smoked sausage and eggs?

- Well, that sounds good.
- Two eggs or would you like three?

Ma'am, I feel like I could eat a dozen
eggs and the chicken that laid 'em.

[chuckles] Well, then
you shall have them.

Temperance, find one of Father's
shirts and his razor, too.

I'll make our guest some food.

So I talked a lot, huh?

Yes. I mean, I only listened

because I thought
you might say something

that might aid us
in helping you to...

notify your family
or wife, for instance.

What'd I say?

I mean, if you
have a wife, that is.

What did I talk about?

You, uh...

You talked about a Maggie,

how she knew you better
than anyone else.

What else?

So we can notify her,
if she's your wife.

No wife.

Hmm.

Um...

you also mentioned something
about a chart 1089.

What did I say?

[gasps]

This can go from
real friendly to real ugly

real quick.

You understand?

Why don't you lay back before
you tear out those stitches

the doc put in you.

[grunts]

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

[sighs]

[burps]

[chuckles] Pardon me, ma'am,

but that is one of the best meals
this old cow-puncher's ever had.

I've never before seen a
man eat two dozen eggs,

a pound of sausage
and half a chicken.

[Quirt] Thank you.

I'll help thee
with the dishes, Mother.

No, no, you stay with Mr. Evans.

Someone has to watch him,
in case he explodes.

All you folks from Pennsylvania
talk that way?

Talk like what?

"Thee."

Oh, we're Friends.

Oh, yeah? Friends of who?

Of all. The Society of Friends.

And some people
call us "Quakers."

- Quakers?
- It's a nickname.

Some non-members claim we
tremble before the word of God.

Oh, I see. So it's a religion.

Well, it's a... belief
that all life is sacred.

That on the wall there.

"Each human being has an
integrity that can be hurt"

only by the act of
that same human being

"and not by the act
of another human being."

Is that Quaker stuff?

Yes.

So nobody can hurt you
but yourself?

Well, that's what
Friends believe.

So what if somebody shoots you
in the chest with a bullet,

would that hurt?

[chuckles]

Physically, yes, but in reality,

it would really only hurt
the person doing the shooting.

Only the doer is harmed
by the evil act.

That's easy for you to say.

Are there very many
of you Quakers?

Very few.

Why am I not surprised?

[chuckles]

- [spittoon dings]
- You the telegraph man?

Certified operator, yes.

We found these
out in the street.

They belong to a fellow
named Quirt Evans.

Heard he's a friend of yours.

Thought maybe you could
get 'em back to him.

Just leave them here.
I'll make sure he gets them.

That Quirt,

he'd lose his shirt
if it wasn't buttoned on.

I keep telling him...

Suppose you tell me
where he's at,

and I'll get 'em
back to him myself.

Where is Quirt Evans?

You mean where is-is he?

You ever notice how a fella
starts repeating the question

when he's either scared to death
or lying through his teeth?

Why don't I just put a bullet
in his belly, Boss?

That'll help him quit stalling
and start remembering.

Uh, now, uh...
to be honest with you,

I hardly know the man.

Is that so?

'Cause you've been bragging all over
town what good friends you two are.

Maybe this will jog your memory.

Wh-What are you...

[groaning]

Great. I look like a Quaker.

[footsteps]
I brought you up an extra...

Oh. Please get back in bed.

The doctor said you have to remain
in bed for at least a week.

[clears throat] Uh...

I'm decent now, sort of.

Sorry.

- Howdy, Quirt!
- Howdy, squirt! [chuckles]

I see you're up.

John, that is no way
to address an elder.

Hey, we're pals now, huh, huh?

Oh, damn it. [grunts]

Sorry, uh...

You wouldn't want a pal to call
me "mister" now, would you?

- Huh?
- See?

Doc Johnson told me
to let you know

that some men over on Main
Street were looking for you.

Yeah? Who?

He said one of the men
was a Mr. Loredo Stevens.

[clicking]

Who emptied my gun?

Father.

A gun is a thing of evil to us.

We never allow them in
our homes, do we, John?

John, go get my pants.

John, no.

Thee tell him
to go get my pants.

Go ahead.

What? What are you looking at?

Thee?

Thank you.

It's a good thing
I'm not a tattletale.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, uh...

The... words you used.

"Thee tell him to go get my
pants," I think you said.

Yeah, what about it?

Well, among us,

"thee" and "thou" are used
only to address loved ones.

To others, we use the more
formal "you" or "he."

But between mothers
and daughters and...

husbands and wives...

it's different.

People we're more...
intimate with.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I wish thee to...
speak to me like that.

I could take you lots of places.

And I'd go.

Have I shocked thee?

I wouldn't say
"shocked" exactly,

but you sure do
get to the point.

As did thou.

Should I be any different?

No, Temperance.

I like you just the way you are.

Come on out, Quirt!

We know you're in there!

Come on out, nobody gets hurt!

Quirt, I don't want no innocent
people getting hurt now!

Where are my bullets?

Outside. Mother buried them.

Come out, Quirt!

Son of a bitch.

Why don't we just bust in?

'Cause busting through doors with
Quirt Evans on the other side

ain't my idea
of a healthy pastime.

[knocks]

Thomas, let 'em in.

That's far enough.

Stay in the light
where I can see you.

Howdy, Quirt.

You sure did run rings
around me, that's for sure.

I still don't think
it was very fair, though,

the way you took
that claim from us,

especially after
me and my boys found it.

Of course, I'm willing to
listen to your side of it.

I'm a reasonable man.

That's right.

Loredo's a reasonable
man, Quirt.

That's why he runs things
in this here territory.

So you run things in this
territory, huh, Lorado?

That's what they say.

Well, I'm pretty new here,

so I'm just going to have
to take your word for it.

[click]

You nervous or something?

I can't figure out why you're
always stepping on my toes.

Of course,
that is your business.

Guess I'm just a good loser.

Well, I like a good loser.

Of course, I like being on the
winning side of any loser.

You know, I had a lot of time
to think, Quirt,

when I was trailing you
across this territory.

You were trailing me, were you?

Mm-hmm, that burned-out
string of horses you left.

Way I figure it, you don't
really want that claim.

Digging around in the dirt
all day.

Being a miner ain't exactly
your line of work.

Well, I don't remember it
being your line of work either.

No, no.

No, I was looking after it
for another... business partner.

Now, we don't want these
nice people getting hurt,

so I figure you wouldn't have
any problem selling it...

to me.

Well, I don't hear
anything a-jingling.

It's all right I reach
into my coat pocket?

Slow.

[heavy thud]

5,000. Gold.

Well, it's gonna
cost you 20,000.

[laughs]

Okay.

Of course, I'm gonna
have to owe you.

I don't have the 15 on me,

but I do have the deed
right here in this pocket.

[chuckles]

Well, isn't that convenient?

Get it out.

Suppose the lovely lady there
brings us something to sign it.

Still Lorado's hired boy,
eh, Hondo?

Picking up after him,

carrying matches for his cigar.

Go get the horses.

Yeah, you go on
and get them horses, Hondo.

Git!

[chuckles]

Take that to Mr. Evans.

That should do it.

Good to see you
up and around, Quirt.

We heard you was, uh,
flat on your back.

Sorry to disappoint you.

You just come
for that 15,000 anytime.

Anytime you feel able.

Oh, I'll feel able, all right.

You just make sure
you hold onto it for me.

Adios.

John, saddle my horse, please.

What do you think
would have happened

if they knew your gun was empty?

[sighs] Well, let's just say

it would have been
Saturday Night in Sioux City.

[coins jingle]

No, no, Quirt.
We can't accept that.

What kind of a boarder
do you think I am?

We cannot do that. We'd tend any
wounded man, but not for pay.

Huh.

You don't believe in force,
right?

So I guess you can't force me
to take it back.

[laughing]

Thou've been outwitted, Thomas.

[Quirt] How long have
I been here exactly?

[Thomas] Almost two weeks.

Huh. I kind of hate
to get going.

Must you go now?

You're still hurt.

Ma'am, your cooking
has me all healed up.

Well...

Vaya con dios, amigos.

So you're leaving?

I got places to go.

It wouldn't matter to me
where or how far.

Oh.

I see.

I thought you also had feelings.

That's not it.

It isn't?

Well, uh...

So you feel the same way, too?

Temperance, I'm not
the kind of man who...

does these things suddenly.

So you're just not sure yet.

Sort of.

[hoofbeats approach]

He's all saddled, Quirt.

Well, then unsaddle him, son.

Does that mean that
you're gonna stay?

Loredo Stevens owes me $15,000.

Can't very well leave
without it now, can I?

Here you go.

A double eagle?

Quirt, there's something
I'd rather have than this.

A favor, a big favor.

Well, you can have them
both, so what is it?

Would you walk past
the schoolhouse with me?

There's a lot of boys who don't
believe I know Quirt Evans.

[laughs] Sure.

Everybody says that you're the
fastest gun in the territory.

Well...

There are some people
who think I'm pretty slow.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[Quirt] Ain't nothing like a Northern
Chinook to make a man feel new again.

Be sure thee help Grandfather
mind the store this morning.

There's always work
at the store to be done.

And who wants to run
the store one day?

Not anymore I don't.

Surely, thee can make it
to the store without that.

Oh. It balances me. One leg's
longer than the other.

Thou art a liar.

Walk on.

What's that all about, Thomas?

We're not welcome
here in this town.

Mayor Carson's trying
to make us leave.

He's trying to
run you out of town?

In so many words, yes.

I don't know
what we're gonna do.

Don't talk about this
in front of the family.

I don't want to upset them.

Well, come on. Don't stand around.
Give us a hand.

I'm not cut out for store work.

Fine then. I'll do it.

No, no, no. I'll help.

But let's just say I'm not
signing up for full-time work.

Jonathan.

Oh, thee...

What?

Nothing.

Just thee.

Temperance, could you get some
coffee for the storehouse?

Yes, Father.

So you're gonna run the
store one of these days?

- I guess so.
- [chuckles]

Don't sound so excited.

Pardon me.

Who are those men?

I don't know.

Can I help you gentlemen?

[mocking] Can I
help you gentlemen?

Ha! We're here to help you.

You're supposed to be gone.

- This is our home.
- Well, homes got a lot pricier.

We ain't seen no money yet.

We can't afford
what you're asking.

Is that right?

- [groans]
- [laughs]

Shut up! Your god
ain't anywhere near you.

It's all right.

Let's, uh... Let's take a break.

Why don't you go
get yourself some hard candy

over at the general store, huh?

Really?

You'd better get, squirt,
before I change my mind.

Nowhere, you crazy old bumpkin.

[laughing]

Is there a problem here, Thomas?

D-Don't you mind, Quirt.

This doesn't involve you.

Um, Quirt Evans?

That's right, and if you two
sod-busters got a problem with him,

well, then it's
a problem with me.

Uh, no, we got no problem
with you, Mr. Evans.

Just doing our job.

Unless your job is
to meet your maker today,

I suggest you
beat on out of here.

Let's go.

I ain't gonna get in no
gunfight with Quirt Evans.

Well, then you're
smarter than you look.

What did those
two men want, Thomas?

They're Mayor Carson's men.

He owns everything in this town
and wants to double our rent.

They harass all of us
constantly.

I told you, they don't want
us Quakers in their town.

I pray for Steven Carson.

You pray for him?

Carson doubles your rent,
and you pray for him?

Can't you see?
By committing his evil deeds,

the poor man injures his soul.

It's not the man's soul
I'd be worried about.

Where are you going?

I have to see someone.

[laughing]

♪♪ [saloon piano]

Well, from the looks of it,
you must be Mayor Carson.

That is me.

We don't need your kind
around here.

You just keep moving,
saddle tramp.

This town is not
a place for you.

Nice hotel.

This place must bring in
a pretty penny.

You heard me. Vamoose.

Get out of here, or I'll have
my boys throw you out.

If by "your boys" you're
referring to those two muskrats

standing behind me, well...

good luck.

Carson, it's time
you lay off the Quakers.

They ain't causing any trouble.

They ain't doing anybody any harm,
so you just leave them alone.

Oh, yeah? And who says so?

- Well, I say so.
- And who might you be?

Quirt Evans.

Well, anybody can come by here
and say they're Quirt Evans.

You're not known here by sight.
Anybody could say they're him.

Quirt Evans!

God, I heard
you were in town, too.

How I missed you!

You rascal, where have you been?

- Hello, Maggie.
- Don't I even get a kiss?

[clears throat] - Maggie, I kind
of got some business right now.

Well, then you come down and
see me later at the saloon.

I will do that.

Mayor Carson!

Howdy, Mrs. Whart.

We've been hoping
you'd come by to see us.

Thomas? Thomas, come out here!

Yes, ma'am. Here I am.

Thank you for coming by, Steven.

All of us Quakers
are grateful to you.

Thomas. It was like I was
just telling Quirt here.

You know, things have been going pretty
well for me over at the hotel, and...

well, quite frankly,

I don't need all that
extra money right now, so...

why don't we leave the rent
where it is.

Because I believe that, uh,

all the people of the town should
be more friendly to your group.

You know, be neighborly.

Mayor Carson, is that a boil
you have there on your neck?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Have you tried poultice
of eucalyptus to ease it?

Ma'am, I have tried
everything under the sun.

I could lance it for you.

Uh...

Well, you're not gonna
hurt me, are you?

Oh, no, no, of course not.
You come inside.

Oh, that looks like
it must hurt awfully.

Hurts terrible, ma'am, terrible.

Well, looks like all your praying
straightened everything right out.

You think the gun
changed Mayor Carson?

Who says I pulled a gun on him?

- I do.
- Well, I didn't.

Ah, well, then he gave in
more easily than I expected.

The Lord moves
in mysterious ways,

sometimes using
very strange methods.

By strange methods,
are you referring to me?

That's right.

Well, if the good Lord's
using me to do his work,

that'd be strange, all right.

Thomas, I cannot tell you
how much better this feels.

It's incredible!

Mayor Carson, I'd like you to
have some of my cornbread.

It's awfully good with
your coffee in the morning.

Mmm! Makes me want to go back
to the hotel and shoot my cook.

Well, you can always
come back for more.

We've always got plenty.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

- Goodbye.
- Bye, now.

- Goodbye, Mayor.
- Thomas.

Now, that's a real good woman,
that mother of yours.

Look at that, she fixed my neck.

Well, if you excuse me, I think
Father wants to give thanks.

Oh, I think
he's thanked me already.

Now I think he'd like to
give thanks to someone else.

Oh, right.

Well, I think I've made
peace with my neighbors.

It's about time.

You know something, I was...

I was a little worried about coming
out here and seeing these people,

but I don't really have a bone
to pick with people over God,

especially
when it smells like this.

I'm glad you made me do it.

Made me feel good.
Thank you, Quirt.

You have a good day now, Mayor.

I will, if this weather
ever lets up.

Come on, Danny, let's go.

Let's go. Good boy.
Good boy, here we go.

Well, how bad is
dinner gonna be?

Oh, just a roast venison and of
course a skimpy little chicken.

Well, with some cake and some
pie, I'll try to make out.

Have you killed a lot of people?

Stop it! He certainly has not.

- How does thee know?
- That's enough, John.

Friends don't speak
of such things.

Shall we give thanks?

Ah, a new dress.

Yes, well, it's first day,
or as thou would call it,

Sunday.

So, will you do us a favor?

Certainly.

Come with us.

Where to?

It's a surprise.

Whoop! Didn't mean
to scare you, ma'am.

Hello there, you old
weather-beaten hangman.

Temperance,
this is Sam O'Connell,

marshal of this territory.

How do?

John, go back in the house,
thank you.

Don't let that
gray hair fool you.

He's a curly old wolf.

I just about had you half-hung.

Tall fellow, good with a gun,

robbed the Baker stage,
killed a couple of folk.

Wasn't me.

He's been with us
the entire time.

I'll have to take
your word for it, ma'am,

'cause God knows
I wouldn't take his.

Oh, come on now, Sam,
you and I go way back.

When are you and Lorado Stevens

gonna get around
to killing each other?

Loredo and I don't have
any misunderstandings.

As a matter of fact, we just
became business partners.

Hmm. Well, either way,

I'm sure looking forward
to hanging the survivor.

I ain't got it all figured yet.

Like, take this fella here.

He was real good
with a peacemaker

when he was Wyatt Earp's deputy.

But then one day,
he turns in his badge

and starts panning for gold

on a nice little piece of
land he laid claim on.

But out of nowhere, he
goes and sells the claim,

and then he goes on the prod.

Now, why? That's what
I ain't got figured.

'Cause round the same time,
a fella named Walt Enis

goes down in front of
Lorado Stevens.

Now, he was reaching
at the time,

but folks say
a gambler standing beside him

grabbed his hand.

Now, is that connected?

Only time will tell.

[patting]

How'd you stand with Walt Enis?

I knew him.

Do you think...
they're connected?

I know a lot of people.

Ah, well... I'll figure it.

I always do. I'm patient.

Sometimes things connect.

Sometimes they don't.

But don't be looking at him with your
eyes all bugged out like a cowbird's

because there ain't
no future in it.

So long, Quirt.

Make sure you keep a lot of leather
wrapped around your hog leg

when you're in my town.

Stay away from Lorado Stevens.

He owes me money.

Who knows?
I might come out on top.

That would be worse.

Worse?

It'd be worse if I go down
than if he goes down?

- Of course, then...
- Oh, right.

Then I'd be the one
with the marred soul.

It'd be worse
that I couldn't love thee.

All right.

I won't look up Lorado.

Quirt?

Whoa.

I thought that was you.

Randy.

Uh, Mr. And Mrs. Whart,
this is Randy McCall.

How do you do?

Well, well, well.

And how do you do?

Just fine, thank you.

- Well, well, well.
- You said that before.

Don't let us keep you
if you're in a hurry.

I'm in no hurry.
I ain't got no place to go.

Well, we do.

You could come along
with us if you like.

That would be nice. Where?

To meeting.

- To meeting?
- To meeting?

Yes, to meeting.

You don't want to go, do you?

It would be nice if you could.

We'd be happy to have
any friend of Mr. Evans.

You would? Well, that'd be fine.

You know, ma'am, I sure am
an old friend of Quirt's.

Matter of fact,
I remember a time

we were chasing some cattle
down by the Lano River,

and old Quirt here, when the
herd started to stampede,

he pulled me out
from underneath them.

Then there was another time down
at Opoe's Palace in San Antone...

[clears throat] We're late.

I was just trying to...

Goodbye.

You could join us later.

It's just on
the other side of town.

Thank you, ma'am.

Walk on.

[bell tolls]

Friends, as we all know,

the purpose of this meeting
is threefold.

We're trying to raise money
for a new meeting house.

As always, to give thanks for the
goodness that is bestowed upon us.

But also to give thanks

that we are now going
to be able to settle down

here in this town.

Quirt, please, come up here.

We are happy to present you with this
token of our friendship for you.

This is Quirt Evans.

It's because of him that
we're gonna be allowed to stay.

It provides us
with another instance

that shows us
that all men are good

if they are shown the light.

He persuaded Steven Carson
to let us stay.

May I shake your hand,
Quirt Evans?

May I shake your hand?

It was nothing.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Appreciate it.

Quirt.

- God bless.
- May the Lord bless you.

Come on.

[Quirt] Take this Bible.
Let's get out of here.

- A Bible?
- Come on, Randy.

Oh, brother,
this is good readin'.

Well, then you can keep it.
Just keep moving.

Oh. All right. This sure
is a book I'm gonna read.

- I didn't know you could read.
- Listen to this.

"Benanaya, the son of Jahodia,

slew two men of Moab
and killed three lions."

- You ready for a drink, Randy?
- You bet I am.

Just like old times, eh, Quirt?

This here wine
may be fancier than whiskey,

but it sure don't give
quick action.

Well, to tell you the honest
truth, I don't even like it.

[giggles] But it is
sure fashionable.

How do you like it, Maggie?

It tickles down,
and it's expensive,

so I like it.

- You sleepy, tall man?
- Nope.

Worried?
Or maybe just plain bored?

Not a chance, baby.
You can never bore me.

Well, I wish I had that
in writing.

You know, it's been a long
time since you told me

how my hair reminds you
of corn silk.

All right.

Your hair reminds me
of corn silk.

All gold and silky?

That's right,
all gold and silky.

You've changed.
You're less romantic.

You're far away, distant.

What happened to you out there?

- There was this...
- [clears throat]

Take a turn at the wheel.
Win yourself a farm in Kansas.

I don't want a farm in Kansas.

All right then.

I'll win you a trip
around the world.

Miss Maggie,
customers are waiting.

That's no way
to treat customers.

Give me a stack of blues.

♪ You're not the man
that I once knew ♪

♪ There's something different
about you ♪

♪ The sparkle in your eyes
is strange ♪

♪ Your style, your walk
your look has changed ♪

♪ You used to smile
when you came near ♪

♪ And whisper sweet things
in my ear ♪

♪ We couldn't bear to be apart ♪

♪ Now someone else
has gotten your heart ♪

♪ I want you still
I can't deny ♪

♪ I long for you
when you pass by ♪

♪ But something's different
about you ♪

♪ You're not the man
that I once knew ♪

♪ You're not the man that I ♪

♪ Once knew

[applause]

17 black!

That's it.

I've lost my buttons
on my shirt.

Cash me out.

Bourbon, tall glass.

There's no need for barrelling
through here like that, friend.

I interrupt something?

You interrupted a very important
conversation between me and my brothers.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen,
no trouble, please.

Just got this place
put back together.

If I think what's about
to happen happens,

it's gonna round out a full day.

Maggie.

That was beautiful.

There's your trip.

What's eating you, tall man?

Did you have words
with them Baker brothers?

Who?

Those three rattlesnakes
at the bar.

No.

'Cause I heard
they like to cause trouble.

Well, then maybe I should
go apologize.

More whiskey.

That's it.

I'll be right back, I hope.

Randy, where the heck you been?

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
stop this foolishness, please!

You don't know
what you're doing to me!

I've got a family!

Get him, Randy!

Oh! You get him, you big lout!

What are you doing, Randy?

I'm sorry, Quirt.

- Stop!
- Let's get out of here.

Count 'em as we throw 'em out.

- [punch]
- [screaming]

That's one!

Stop counting.

Ah!

Oh, honey.

I was so afraid you
were gonna get hurt.

Have a drink.

Nice dance.

We got money, we got whiskey,
we got lovely ladies.

We just had a beautiful fight.

I tell you, we got to
count our blessings.

You been reading
that Bible again.

[Maggie] Now, that's something
I thought I'd never see.

What?

A Bible with your name on it.

Here you go, honey.

Oh, thank you.

[Maggie] Now, tell me something.

What's that, Miss Maggie?

Where on earth
would you get a Bible?

Randy, stop him!

With what?

Where's he going? Has
he forgotten something?

[giggling]

No.

We thought you had gone.

So did I.

What happened to you?

[sighs]

I've been drinking
that demon alcohol again.

Come back with us.

That's all you need
is me as a boarder again.

You're always
welcome in our home.

Thomas, would you give me a hand
with those barrels out front?

Yeah.

So you came back.

I had to. I just wanted
to see your face again.

Why?

I don't know exactly.

Why did you go away
without saying anything?

[sighs]

I don't know that
exactly either.

I think it's because
I scared you away.

I know it sounds strange that I
could scare you, but I mean it.

I think you thought that...

living with me would become
tiresome and dull after a while.

Hush now.

I'm not such a fool, you know.

I had a very kind man
who was very good to me.

And I also know there are people
that fall in love and stay together,

and there are people
that fall in love and don't.

I know you're afraid that...

I'd tie myself around your neck,

and after you got tired
of having me,

you wouldn't be able
to get rid of me.

So I made up my mind
that if you came back,

I would tell you this...

That whatever you want,

that's the way it will be.

If I go away,
you'll come with me?

If I go away, you and John
would come with me?

[rooster crowing]

Now, there's something
I never thought I'd see.

Quirt Evans doing honest work.

Your horse is
as quiet as you are.

I taught him.

But I reckon you would've heard
if you wasn't working so hard.

Haven't you got some real law
work to do someplace else?

[chuckles] Yeah.

I just like to keep track
on your whereabouts.

You know, Quirt...

I always figured on using
a new rope when I hang you

'cause I kind of respected you.

Mind your own business.

I'm trying.

It's a shame how things don't turn
out the way they should, huh?

Take that young lady there.

What she should have
is a nice young man

that knows how
to treat her right,

who's gonna give her
the things that she deserves

and not leave her with
a legacy of pain and deceit.

Well, things aren't
always what they seem,

so why don't you just move
on and leave us alone?

Someone that she would
always know where he was,

who could give her
a home, family...

Don't make me angry, Sam.

Marshal or not,
I'll run your ass off.

I ain't never been
run off nowhere.

I want to stay, I stay.

Thing is, I gotta get going.

You know, Quirt,

you don't rate a new rope
with me.

Look, Temperance, uh...

I've been kicking around
a long time.

I've got a checkered past.

But could a woman
like you accept me

for who I am, for what I am?

I love thee.

Did thou accept me?

Want to come into town with me?

I'm going to... pick up something
from the storehouse for Father.

Love to.

All right, you win.

[sighs]

Now I know why I don't like
being a store clerk.

It's too much work.

Quirt Evans.

Yes, ma'am.

I've never said that
aloud before.

I like the way it sounds.

Where'd you get such a name?

Well...

the man who half-raised
me gave it to me.

My folks were killed by Indians.

His name was Walt Enis.

He was downed
in a gambling place.

He was murdered.

It's getting late.
We should be heading back.

♪♪

♪♪

[man] He ain't strapped.
I don't see no gun.

[Lorado] Just 'cause you don't see
it don't mean it ain't there.

Go!

Stay away from the door.

Please, this won't be
solved with violence.

Temperance, I don't expect these
men are here to pray with me.

Come on out, Quirt!

Just you and me this time!
Fair fight!

Right here, right now!

You call trying to
ambush me a fair fight?

Light 'em up.

Burn 'em out like
a couple of prairie dogs.

Think about the woman, Quirt!

Temperance, look out!

Quirt!

[coughing]

Nobody'd survive
a fire like that.

Nobody's getting
out of that alive.

I need to see a body.

If he's dead, I want to see it.

The way that fire's blazing,

ain't gonna be nothing left,
except maybe a gold tooth.

Hmph! That there fire
would melt gold.

We're out of whiskey then, boys.

Drinks are on me.

Let's warm our bellies
at the bar.

Feels like this Chinook's
coming to an end.

[coughing]

Thomas, get that doctor!

And watch the front
and back of the house!

Dr. Johnson will sit with
her through the night.

All we can do now is pray

and wait for this storm to pass.

How is she?

Drink?

It's amazing, the varied uses
to which men put alcohol.

For each different individual,

it's either a stimulant,
a depressant,

or an anodyne.

Presently, I am employing it
as an anodyne.

Get to the point.

The practice of medicine is one of
the most infuriating professions

that have been known to man.

Takes 30 years of practice
to discover that,

in the final analysis,

there's nothing you can do
but stand back and watch.

If she has a lucid moment,
you'd better speak to her.

I'm not trying to argue you
out of anything,

but maybe you should stop
and think.

She wouldn't like this, Quirt.

I'm not arguing for or
against her point of view,

but I know that, to her,
the world's worst tragedy

would be that
you should kill a man.

Of course,
you could argue logically

whether she would know
if you killed him or not, but...

[sighs]

I think...
I think she would know.

Any discussion has to have
at least two participants.

Of course, if you refuse
to answer me...

Quirt, wait!

Don't do this!

Come back!

I'm sorry, Thomas.

I hate to tell you this, but...

I think we're about to see a perfect
example of "an eye for an eye."

Temperance! Temperance, what
are you doing out of bed?

Thou art very ill, dear.

We must stop him.

If you don't stay in bed,
young lady...

Her fever's down.

I don't know if I
believe in miracles,

but this is one lucky
little lady.

He needs us, Father.

Mother.

Yeah, Lorado gave me
this beating. Look at that.

Wait'll Quirt hears about this.
Boy, oh, boy.

He will have something to say
about it, believe you me.

Why, I wouldn't be
surprised if Mister...

Mr. Evans?

You know Lorado Stevens?

Yes, sir, I do.

He's in the saloon
with dirt-buster Hondo, sir.

You're going
to take him a message.

Let's drink a toast...

to the late Quirt Evans.

I wouldn't get excited just yet.

Please, gentlemen, I don't
want any more trouble.

I'm... I'm just
carrying a message.

Yeah?

He's waiting.

And who would that be?

Quirt Evans.

Oh, hell.

I'm gonna kill that pilgrim
for sure this time.

He also wants me to buy you
a bottle of whiskey.

For what?

Says you're gonna need to drink
at least half the bottle

to get up the nerve
to come outside.

You want me to kill this here
tenderfoot just to get warmed up, Boss?

Easy, Hondo.

You keep your money, mister.

I'll be back in here
in one minute,

and you can buy us all a drink.

Whoa. Quirt!

Quirt!

Temperance...

Killing you's gonna be real easy,
just like it was killing Enis.

He got drunk,
shot his mouth off.

How else would I have
known about that claim?

[click]

Ain't much dignity in killing
an unarmed man, Lorado.

I wouldn't expect even you
to stoop that low.

Watch me stoop.

[Marshal] Nothing
ever turns out right.

I was onto them from the beginning.
They robbed the stage

and committed a slew
of other crimes,

but if you had have downed them,

I'd have had to hang you.

Things don't ever turn out
the way they should.

But I'm still here.

You just keep on
with your old ways.

It's only a matter of time
till I hang you.

Not me, Marshal.

Oh, yeah?

That's right.

Then I guess you don't care
about that mineral claim

you wired into the land office

at Fort Lansing
a little while back.

What are you talking about?

Well...

now that Lorado
don't own that deed,

and since you were forced to sign
under suspicious circumstances,

I reckon that you are probably the
rightful owner of that property now.

You don't say.

I do say.

I reckon you're
a very rich man, Quirt Evans.

You don't say.

You'll be able to look after
that lovely lady of yours

and her family.

Well, it just
goes to figure, don't it?

What's that?

The day I become
the richest man in Oregon

is the day
I don't need it anymore.

Yeah.

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