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All right, driver, toss that gun down.

Step out, and make it fast.

Mind yourselves or else
somebody is going to get hurt.

I said, everybody out.

But they're women.

Keep your trap shut.

Pass along out, ladies.

Oh, I think I'm going to faint.

Keep your hands up.

He's thinking wrong.

Now, folks, we'll have a little donation
for the All Who Benevolent Association.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
-Shut up.

Better do as they say, miss.

The cards are stacked in their favor.

Oh, a gambling gent.

Could be. Right now
you're dealing the cards.

I'll take that watch.

That, I'd like to keep.

Gentleman, huh?

Come on, take that watch.

And you, driver,
start dragging that box out.

Drop those guns or I'll pull the trigger.

Do what he says, boss.

This hombre means business.

Don't be a fool.

If he pulls that trigger on me,
the boys will be sure to cut him down.

Even if it means
killing one of the ladies.

You better drop it, mister.

All right. Step away from him.

If you know any prayers,
gambler, better say them fast.

Reach. And don't try any funny business,
my men have you covered.

Anybody hurt?

Only my bankroll, stranger.

Oh, sorry to hear it.

Forget it. It could have been
much worse, except for you.

How about your men?

Oh, that. That was just an act
to make him think I had company.

Fine thinking.

Yes, indeed.
We owe you a vote of thanks, Mr.

What happened to your horse?

It was struck by a rattlesnake last night.

Sort of left me a foot.

Well, throw your saddle on top and hop in.
This ride's on the company.

What about his body?

We're not using this coach for a hearse.
We'll send a coroner out from town.

Well, better start loading up.
I've got a schedule to make.

Hiya, Chico.
-Hello, Porky.

How's it coming with your gold digging?

Oh, I think I stretch and reach this time.

Maybe, this time, a real bonanzarula.

Oh, si, mira.

No, not this time, Chico.

You mean ain't gold?

Oh, it's gold, alright.
-Oy, caramba, yo estoy rico, ten mucho...

It's fool's gold again.

Oh, no, Porky, why?

Don't worry, Chico.
You come with me.

I'll show you how to get rich quick.

Today?
-Right now.

Que bueno.

Just the kind of sound
she makes when she's going to pay off.

No money.
-I guess we lost.

Give me another quarter, Chico.

I've got no more quarters.

I'll get some change.
Here, you keep your eye on the machine.

Don't let nobody touch it till I get back.

Give me change for a dollar,
will you, Barney, please? Quick.

Howdy, Sheriff.

This. Chico, you push it down this time,
maybe it'll change our luck.

Another thing, Sheriff?

No, I think I better not, Barney.

On the house?
-No, no, thanks.

Good afternoon, Josh.

Well.

Something on his mind.

Council, you can bet.

Good afternoon, Judge.
-Judge Gardner.

Sheriff, what about
the meeting of the town council?

Well, you see, Judge, it's kind of hard
to get everybody together.

Folks are busy, you know, and...

Yes, and lazy, indifferent and selfish,
but always bellyaching

about the protection
for personal and property.

You're absolutely right, Judge.

Law and order.

Abraham Lincoln had the right idea.
A government of, for and by the people.

And that goes for String Town
as well as Washington, D.C..

Sheriff, you tell those infernal,
backsliding Councilmen,

if they can't do the duty,
we'll elect citizens that will.

Drink, Judge?

Oh, no. Now, you know,
Barney, I never touch it, no.

Give me some more change on it, Barney.
Howdy, Judge.

A stage should be in
pretty soon, shouldn't it?

What time you got, Porky?

Well, let's see.

This one says 4:00,
and this one says 4:30.

It's exactly 4:15 right now, Judge.

Stage is pulling in.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Might be some new citizens, Judge.

Think I'll take a look.

What's the matter
with your hospitality, man?

Aren't you going to offer
an old acquaintance a little nip?

Here you are, Judge.

Help yourself.

Could we prevail on you
to have a little drink

on the house, Your Honor?

Why, certainly. I'd be glad to.

Thank you very much.

To the lips and past the gums.
Look out, stomach. Here it comes.

Run into some holdup gents, Sheriff.

What, they got the gold shipment?

Not on your tintype,

but they would have, if it hadn't
been for that young fella there.

Hello, uncle Jim.

Great weather and spoons, Polly.

What are you doing here, young lady?

Didn't I write you and tell you
you couldn't come here to visit me?

Yes, uncle Jim.

And didn't you also say
that you didn't like living alone

and you couldn't keep
the house by yourself?

Well, I did.

I simply took the hint, that's all.

Oh, Mr. Jackson,
I'd like you to meet Uncle Jim.

How are you?

Ain't you that Abilene Kid?

That's what they call me.

I expect to be here long.

Well, Sheriff, that depends
on a couple of things.

Where can I find a room around here?

I guess Barney has got
a few vacancies over at The Blue Moon.

I'll see you folks later.

Oh, Tom. Uncle Jim, this is Tom Harvey.

Howdy, Sheriff.
-Howdy, Tom.

Tom mentioned something
about wanting a job.

Could you use a good deputy or something?

Oh, drop over the sheriff's office later.
We'll talk things over.

Now, young lady, we'll take you home
and have a nice, long talk with you.

Bye, Tom.
-Good afternoon, Miss Polly.

Wait a minute, I'll give you a hand.
- It's heavy, now, watch it.

Yeah. Hey, what's the news
from the outside world, Curt?

Well, for one thing,
General Ulysses S. Grant

has been elected president
of the United States.

What did I tell you, pal?
The next president will be a Republican.

A Republican? Well, do tell.

I never knew there was
anything except Democrats.

Who is it?

Blazer and Toad.

Come in.

Barney, something happened
on that stagecoach robbery.

Everything was going fine until...

Until you were interrupted.
I know all about it.

One of them was a passenger on the coach.
He looked like a gambler to me.

Yeah. We took this wallet off of him.

And this.
-They recognize any of you?

No, we had our face well covered.

Hello, Barney.

The Abilene Kid himself.

Still up to your same old tricks, Barney?

I thought by now you would have graduated
from these penny holdups.

I'm doing all right.

What brings you up to this parts?

Gold.
-Gold.

Go on and prospect, yourself?

Oh, not exactly. You see,
my hands weren't cut out for dirt tools.

Right now,
though, I'd like to talk to you.

What about?
-My business.

What if I'm not interested?

You're not supposed to be.

Not any more than I'm interested in
the particular business you're in.

What do you mean?

Just this: I think it would be smart
if we made a little trade,

so that we could both stay
in our respective businesses.

Might be.

Of course, I'll need
that 1100 year boys lifted from me.

Now. I'll have that watch.

You know, it means a lot to me.

Watch your boys, Barney.
Don't feel too bad about it.

If your boys want another shot
at my bankroll, they're welcome to try.

Over a poker table.

Oh, yes. You can tell
your watchdogs to come out now.

That smart tin, I'll go in and...
-Take it easy, Blazer.

Maybe he's got an idea.

So you see, Sheriff,
when the Civil War ended,

it was necessary to replenish
the ment with enough gold

to back up the new currency
that was being issued.

Well, according
to Secret Service information,

a highly efficient gang of thugs stole it,

killing at least
a half a dozen of our men.

And you believe the gold
is someplace in this vicinity?

That's right.

But, unless they can melt
the gold to get rid of it,

no bank or sane person would touch it,

because each gold bar
has a US stamp on it.

Somehow I can't seem to tie in
string down with all this gold.

You can count on my help, Bobby.

Thanks, Sheriff.

As a captain of the Secret Service,
you understand that...

Well, I'd prefer to work undercover.

Why not take advantage of Poly's efforts
to get you a job as my deputy?

That's a good idea.

Maybe you'd let Wilson
here take a turn with me,

to sort of show me the ropes.

Well, I'd be very happy to.

Meanwhile, this kind of makes it official.

Much obliged, Sheriff.

Mr. Greeley.

Oh, hello, Wilson, what brings you here?

Did somebody break the law?

No. I want you to meet
our new deputy, Tom Harvey.

Tom, Mr. Greeley is
the editor of our town paper.

I'm mighty glad to know you, sir.

How do you do, young man?
I hope you know your job.

Law enforcement of this town has been
in the hands of nincompoops long enough.

Thanks, Matt.

Now, tell me about yourself.
How old are you? What's your full name?

Where were you born?
Are you married? Where'd you go to school?

What qualification do you think
you have to fetch for a job like this?

What previous experience have you had?

The rain was falling fast,
one dark and stormy night.

[Intangible]

Bad, bad, bad old Jacqueline.

Get up and bounce your children.

Get up and bounce your wife.

You've done both masters to half.

I'm going to take your life.

You all thought I'm bad,
bad, bad old Jacqueline.

Bam, bam, bam, bam witch, that's 44.

Next time I saw old Bill Lyles,
he was stretched out on the floor.

Bad, bad, bad old Jacqueline.

Rather tired, is she? Rather tired.

How about a heavy one, Joe?
Charlie's buying.

To the graveyard.

But they did bring him back.
Oh, no, no.

How bad,

that old factory
just gassed in my story.

I hope you mark it well.

Next time you see old Jacqueline
is bound to be in jail.

Bad, bad, old Jacqueline.

King Full.

Mighty fine luck tonight, Kid.

More important,
Mr. Norton, and good cards.

Beats me.
Luck like that just ain't natural.

Not grumbling blazer.
Deal the cards.

That's an even thousand.

Bet 50, gentlemen.

Not with these.

By me.

I'm...

I'll call, at 15.

And raise you 100.

Your 100.

Have 200 more.

Beats me.

You didn't pay for that look.

A pair of queens
and me holding three kings all the time.

If you're privileged to back it up,
my friend.

I'm backing it up with this.

As the so so-called representative
of law and order in this town,

I wish to inform you
there's a fight going on.

Where?
-The Blue Moon.

Law and order.

Get up.

That's not a good idea, Blazer.

He started to go for his gun.

He's not armed.

What's the big idea, Lita?
Starter arming for the kid?

Never even met the gent.

Well, what are you butting in for?

Maybe I don't like hard losers.

Let's put the guns away
before somebody gets hurt.

All right, boys, fun's over.

Much obliged to you, miss.

Don't mention it, Mr..

Well, gentlemen, should we continue?

Got me. I've had enough for tonight.

Any of you other gentlemen?

No, thanks. I'm through.

Me too.
-Drinks are on me, Barney.

Just as you say, Kid.

Up to the bar, boys.

Guess I owe you an apology, Kid.

I had it tough,
getting beat by a pair of queens.

Yeah, for sure.

I reckon maybe a man
should stay with his own game.

Maybe your own game
is more profitable, at that.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Sure. Go ahead. Good luck to you, Kid.

Turning in, Kid?

Yeah.

No, ma'am. It took
a lot of nerve to do what you did.

Think nothing of it.

Aren't you joining the bunch?

Remember, you're buying the drinks.

Yeah, but I never buy myself one.

Can't fill an inside straight
with a slug of straight whiskey, huh?

Well, that's the general idea.

I'll be back down in a little bit.

Maybe then I can think of a better way
of saying thank you.

I'll be around.

Cost much to give him a snoring?

No more than I could afford.

Cost me over a thousand.

Perhaps someone should remind you
that drop book is a gambling game.

Stop coming in.
-Oh, I don't mind losing.

Marty, Blazer.

What's the matter, Toad?

So maybe I'm not wise to mark cards and
such, but take a look at those, Barney.

Of course, I could be wrong.

I see them dots in the corner.

They're marked,
by that double-dealing ten horn.

He's not getting my money.

Take it easy, Toad.

We'll all go up to his room
and pay him a little visit.

Yeah.
-Wait a minute.

If you want to talk to The Kid,
I'll go get him.

There'll be no gun,
do you understand, Blazer?

We don't need the law
to take care of a crooked gambler.

Quiet, please.

Bring him down.
He's room number eight.

Who is it?

Open the door, Kid, I want to talk to you.

Be right with you.

Don't listen to him.
They're trying to frame you.

Shut up.

Kid, the boys think you beat them
with a mock deck of cards.

That's ridiculous.
I'll talk to them in the morning.

That won't do.
Come on, open the door.

I'll shoot that lock off.

I'm only going to warn you once more.

I'll keep that gun away.

Come on, Kid. Open up.

He's heading for the leverage stable.

How fast can you saddle up a horse for me.

Mister, for $40 in gold? Right pronto.

Hold it or I'll shoot.

You better come with me, Kid.
-But you got me wrong, Harvey.

Why did you try to make a break, then?

It's a laugh. I was being coaled.

Come on.
-Nice work, Deputy.

Let's get back the money you stole
from us boys and string him up.

Hear, now.
-Let's get him...

You'll get your money if
and when The Kid's proved guilty.

We've got marked cards that says he is.

Swindled me,
I lost nearly 3000 with him, too.

Maybe so, but the law says
a man is entitled to a fair trial.

Being part of that law,
I am to see that The Kid gets a break.

Now get going about your business.

This was his room.
-Yes.

And the window we jumped out of?
-Yes.

Barney, some of the boys were saying
that you knew The Kid

before he came to String Town,
is that right?

Yeah, I ran around
the Golden Slipper in Saint Joe.

Golden Slipper. Saint Joe.

By the way, when is the trial coming up?

Tomorrow morning.
Judge Gardner is presiding.

Here he comes.

Good morning, Judge.

[Intangible]

Hey, morning, Judge.

Everybody to your seats, please.

Quiet.

I just want to warn you all:

the district court number
six of this territory

is now open and in session.

The court aims to hold
a fair and legal trial,

and won't stand for no hollering,
loud arguments or cussing.

Also, the dignity of this court
has got to be respected.

And little Betsy
is here to see that it is.

You catch that?

Hey, you two men back there.

Take your hats off.

Take your hat off, Chico.

Wore his hat to court.

You heard me, Porky.
Take off your hat.

Sheriff, bring in the defendant.

All right, Harry, bring in the prisoner.

You are The Abilene kid?

Yes, Your Honor.

According to the complaints,
you're charged with obtaining money

with a marked deck of cards,
malicious mischief,

and creating a brawl
in the Blue Moon Saloon.

How do you wish to plead:
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

You have an attorney?

No, sir.
-No.

Mr. Hodges.

Here, Judge.

The Court hereby
appoints you attorney for the defense.

Who, me?

I object, Your Honor,
on account of, of course,

I don't know anything about the law.

Makes no difference.
I know enough for both of us.

Objection overruled.

Sit down, Kid.

Now, then, do any of you gentlemen
wish to volunteer for jury duty?

Hmm. I thought not.

So I suppose this will have
to be a trial by acclamation,

on account of you're all
such low grade citizens.

First witness, Toad Tyler, take stand.

And after the fight broke up, I just
happened to take a look at the cards.

It looked sort of funny to me,

so I called Blazer
and the rest of the boys.

I thought that I'd show
them the cards and...

I know marked cards
when I see them, Judge.

We examined the whole deck.

Barney had a look at them, too.

And I'll tell you something else.

And there's no doubt The Kid
tampered with the cards.

In my opinion...

I object, Your Honor.

Objection sustained.

The Court is not interested
in your opinion.

Next witness.

He fooled me, just like he did the rest.

I guess he nailed me for pretty near 800.

This is first degree railroading,
if you ask me.

That's why I'm sure the play was crooked.

Beat me out of all the cash I had
and a thousand I borrowed from Carl Weber.

Mighty smart, poker players.

All of you, James.

You may step down.

Now, as you've listened
to all the evidence there is,

it appears to this court that
the genteel citizens of this town

should be able to reach a decision
on the defendant's guilt or innocence.

Therefore, those who calculate
him guilty will raise their right hand.

What does the attorney for the defense
got his left hand in the air for?

It ain't right.

What ain't right?

Well, left hand ain't right.

And neither is this trial.
It's all wrong.

Sit down.

Now, are there any of you here
that figure The Kid is innocent?

Two, three.

Four, five, six.

The prisoner will rise.

The verdict is 10 to 6 against you, Kid.

You got anything to say?

No. No, I guess not.

It makes my heart beat heavy
to sentence you, sir.

The court has found you guilty,
and you know what that means.

Jim, you know your duty.

Remove the prisoner.

Court's dismissed.

Where were you
when the trial was going on?

In my office, writing an editorial.

I knew what the procedure would be.

And the verdict.

So, when are they going to...

Tomorrow morning.

Law and order.

Well, Kid, got anything to say?

I want all of you to know
that you're witnessing a murder.

The murder of an innocent man
whose only crime was luck.

The bad luck to win the gold
of some of his more craven fellow men.

I know that anything I might have
to say won't change your mind.

According to law,
I've been tried and proven guilty,

but I want to remind you
that you're hanging a man

for a crime he didn't commit.

You'll have that to live with
all your natural life.

Gold and greed, it seems, go together.

And so do gold and death.

All right, George.

Hello, Tom.

Hello, Harry.

Getting any further
on locating that federal gold?

Yeah, I got a few ideas.
Anything happened around here?

No. Seems like the town's
got almighty righteous,

since The Kid was hung.

Yeah. Yeah.
Seems so.

I know what you're thinking, Tom.
Forget it.

Someone had to do it.

I guess you're right, Harry.

I have to go after eggs for Uncle Jim.
Want to go along?

Sure. Thanks.

Oh, gosh, I forgot,
I've got to relieve Harry.

I sure would like to.

Oh, don't bother, if you're so busy.

He's not that busy, Miss Polly.

I'll stick around for you, Tom.

Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, but, Harry...
-You've spoiled me plenty.

I owe it to you.

Much obliged.
I'll be right back.

Not if you're going after eggs, you won't.

What do you mean?

Never keep a lady waiting.
Beat it. Get on your horse.

What do you mean, get on my horse?
Where do we have to go for these eggs?

Sandimas.
-Sandimas? That's 9 or 10 miles.

What's wrong with the eggs here in town?

Nothing, except that uncle Jim
doesn't like them.

Oh, uncle Jim doesn't...

well, is there any difference between
String Town eggs and Sandimas eggs?

The difference between chickens and geese.

Uncle Jim prefers goose eggs.

Well, I'll try
and get back for dark, Harry.

Much obliged.

Wilson.

Go for your gun, I'm going to kill you.

Harry.

I heard shots, what happened?

I don't know. Just got here.

Must have seen it coming,
but he wasn't fast enough.

Probably recognised the killer.

I'm to blame for this sheriff.
He was standing my trick.

He shouldn't have even been here.
Instead, I...

Stop talking like that.

Where'd you get this?

It was lying right next to him.

Two of spades.

Is he dead, Sheriff?

Yeah. One of you, run, get Doc McCoy.

I'll fetch him.

The rest of you, beat it.
Go on, get out of here.

I can't help figuring that that bullet
had my name on it, not Harry's.

Nonsense, son.

We can't know exactly
who he had a beat on.

This two of spades
puts a crazy twist on things.

Did you find out anything yet, Sherrif?

No, not yet, Porky.

Did you get it?

I'm going to try something.

Kind of tough about Wilson.

Yeah.
-Any idea who the killer might be?

No, but I found a little clue
that might lead to something.

That's the slug that killed Harry.

That don't look like lead to me.

It isn't.

It's gold. Pure gold.

Say, you don't think...

What?

You all remember just
before The Kid swung, what he said,

about being murdered for gold?

And the gold would
avenge him or something?

Hogwash. What's the matter with you?

What do you make of that
two of spades you found?

Now you listen to me.

I ain't saying I don't believe
in no hereafter, nothing like that.

But if I was you, I wouldn't
even hint at what you just said.

Lamson.

Hello, Porky.

Don't do that.

I hear the Sheriff made you a deputy.

He sure did. Say, if that Abilene Kid
ever starts messing around with me,

I'll fill him so full of holes,
he'll look like a salt checker,

instead of a ghost.

What am I saying?

You can't shoot a ghost.

Chico.

Yes?

Oh no, no, Chico doesn't want to die.

Oh, no, madre mia. My, my.

What's the matter with him?
I only wanted to say hello.

Maybe I'd better go
where there's some people.

It's the same old story, gentlemen.

It happened just like the others.

You find the body
and the usual card beside it.

Good morning, gentlemen.
-Good morning, Mayor.

Good morning.

I read your editorial, Nat,
and you're quite right.

And I want to tell you, Sheriff,
it's something's got to be done

about this insane killer.

Why, it isn't even safe
to walk the streets.

And it ain't helping
my business any, either.

Half my subscribers
are leaving town.

It's an outrage.

We're doing the best we can.

This killer, whoever he is.

How do you know it's a he?

What are you getting at?

Nonsense.

Well, remember that place
she made for The Kid?

And after what's been happening...

Hysterical outburst, pure and simple.

Now, according to the way I figure,

whoever is behind this
has more of a motive than just revenge,

and is a pretty good shot
to back up whatever is at stake.

Lolita was sure pretty fancy
with that gun she pulled on Blazer.

Nah, that was just a little derringer.

Wilson, Weber, Lamson
and Calvin were all drilled with 45 slugs.

Doc McCoy found that out for us.

Gold slugs.

Having any luck, boys?

Miss Mary, you're just
in time to see the big payoff.

There it is.

Un peso.
-Yeah. It's getting hot, now.

Now's the time for the jackpot.
There it goes.

I'm scared.

No money.

As I was saying,
Barney, it's a good job.

Besides, I've been wanting
to get to Frisco for a long time.

Yeah, I understand.
That crazy killer isn't caught,

Soon there won't be
anybody left in String Town.

Hey, porky.

Hey. Kind of clumsy.

I could have draw it faster,

but I figured you oughtn't
to kill her anyhow.

Sheriff wants to see you
in the office right away.

He does?

All right.
-You know, Miss Mary.

Hello, handsome.

Chico, you better come along with me.
It's kind of dark outside.

Barney.

Jesse, glad to see you.

What's the matter, Barney? Nervous?

I guess I am a little jumpy.

Have a drink?

How would you like to collect the big
reward in helping us spot the killer?

Sure. Who wouldn't?

All right, I'll tell you
what I want you to do.

Who fired that shot, Norton?

What's the idea, Barney?

Barney?

I picked them up in Barney's room.

Well, at least that gives us
something solid to work on.

Rimfire.

Yeah,

But I'm stumped
to find out which way to turn.

Shooting down
Norton like he did and...

And before you can say jumping jehosive,
Barney gets a dose of the same medicine.

Ghost Killer on rampage.

Within 48 hours
after the brutal slaying of Jesse Norton

and Barney Bernard
in the Blue Moon Saloon,

the mysterious murderer
of six prominent String Town citizens

struck again, savagely shooting to death
Rainbow Raymond in broad daylight,

leaving no other evidence
but an insidious eight of spades.

Who will be next?

That's what I want to know. Who?

Might be any one of us?

Sheriff's been daddling
around like an old fool,

while the shootings have been going on.

Yeah. Give me a lemonade.

Make it a double.

The six was Jesse Norton.

The seven Barney Bernard
and the eight of Spades Rainbow Raymond.

It all adds up right.

Sort of killing solitaire.

Yeah.

You know,
we could probably save a few lives,

if you just stop
and think like this crazy person.

Let's try it.

All right.

Well, the nine and ten: Blazer and Toad.

The Jack of spades could be myself.

Or you or Porky or... No.

No, Porky sure did
the best he could at the trial.

And the queen?

Well, there's no reason
for the queen to play this sort of game.

Anyway, Lita was all for The Kid
and it couldn't be Polly.

Well, she's related to me.

You know, confuse as it is,
there's a pattern to these killings.

I still say it's revenge.

Maybe. And maybe not.

What do you mean?

I think the killer is using
The Abilene Kid as an excuse

to get rid of all these people.

Whatever it is,
you can bet it's big and important.

Who knows? Maybe it's that federal gold.

Sheriff. I've got a plan.

What's that?

I've got an idea how we can
narrow down our list of suspects.

Each gold slug was undoubtedly
fired from a rim fire type gun.

I used to see them when I was in the army.

A lot of old timers
wouldn't use anything else.

Starting tomorrow,
I'm going to check every gun in town.

Hey, fellas.

Wait a minute.

What's up?

Looks like you're leaving town.

Darn right. And no matter
how far we get, it ain't far enough.

We fancy to live a little longer
and it won't be in String Town.

Yeah.

Let me see your guns, will you?

What's the play, mister?

Never mind. Give.

I'd sure hate to be in anybody's boots

that had anything to do
with that federal gold.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Just thinking out loud.

How is a judge to hang on to an old,
obsolete, rimfire type gun like this?

Because it saved my life once.
That's why.

You sure you don't own a 45?

What would I want with heavier artillery?

This is good enough.

And if it ain't,
I have other weapons, handsome.

I wonder.

I'd like to see your gun.

Gun? My dear man, I don't own a gun.

I do my killings with a pen.

Hello.

Oh, Tom, why do you pop in unexpected?
And the way I look.

You look just grand.
-Oh, I don't.

I know you're doing this just to show me
what a marvelous housewife

you're going to make some lucky man.

Some man, perhaps, but certainly not you.

Now, Polly, how can you refuse me
when I haven't even asked you?

Why, Tom Harvey, you...

Take it easy, Polly.
Look, I brought you a little present.

But it's beautiful, Tom.

Why give me a gun?

Why?

Well, no reason exactly, except that...

Except, Polly,
that I know there's going to be a lot

of those fancy Dan's hanging around.

I thought maybe you could use it
to sort of keep them away

until I get around to...

Yes, Tom.

Tom.

Lee.
-Yeah.

What if it is a ghost like the thing?

You're driving me batty.
Shot at your own shadow.

I wish Barney hadn't
made us pull that marked card.

The Kid knew too much.
He had to get rid of him.

What do you think that deputy meant
when he said he'd hate to be in our boots?

He didn't say us.

He just said them that had anything
to do with the federal gold.

Yeah, well, don't forget,
we're in on that deal,

with Barney, Jesse
and all the rest of them.

Yeah, come to think of it,
practically everyone that had anything

to do with that gold
got it from this ghost.

All but us.

I was thinking, maybe if we...
-Shut up.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Of what?

The killer's no ghost.

He must be the same man
that ran that gold robbery.

Sure. Now it comes to me.

Ghost of The Abilene Kid is really...

No.

Why don't
you go for your gun, Toad?

No. Don't shoot.

I won't tell anyone.

You can have my share of the gold.
You can have everything.

No, no, no.

Well, I said to him,
I said: "Son, you ain't no cowboy."

He says: "Well, yes, I am."

"If you had too many cows."

Doesn't happen.

Anything new, Sheriff?

Yes.

Where'd you get these?

They were on my desk
when I came from lunch.

Blazer and Toad.
-That sort of runs out the suit, Tom?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.
Full suit goes to the king.

That still leaves the jack...
-Porky, Porky.

What's wrong, Chico?

Oh, Porky, by golly, I found it.

This time it's no fool's gold,
it's a big cave full of pieces of gold.

But this big and all around, in big boxes.

Wait a minute, Chico, wait a minute.

Where did you find
all this gold you're yapping about?

Well, you know, it's a little canyon,

then there's a big cave in it
full of gold, big pieces.

El Serrito canyon?

Yes. Come see, I show you.
We reach, I think...

We better go and have a look, Sherrif.

You run along, Tom.
One of us better stay here.

Come on.
-Que bueno. Vamos a ser ricos.

Senor Tom, this way.
Plenty gold. We are rich, I think.

Vamonos. Porky, si, mucho dinero,
todo acomolado.

Look, una, dos, tres, quatro caja.

Todas, everyone is full of gold.

See? All this gold belongs to us, now.

We're all rich.
-Chico, you know what we could do?

We get this changed into coins
so we can play the machine from now on.

No, senor, even says for us. See? US.

Yeah, you're right. Chico.
She does say us, but look more closely.

There's a period after the U and the S.

That means Uncle Sam.

Y bien, it don't belong to us?

No, you've accidentally
stumbled on that federal goal

that was stolen about three years ago.

Now, look, I'll tell you
what I want you to do.

I want you boys
to hightail it into town, get a wagon,

and get back here, as fast as you can.

But what are we going to do?

I don't have time to answer
your questions, Chico, do as I say.

I want to get this gold
into town before dark, understand?

Come on.
-Now, hurry.

Hurry up, Chico.

Harvey?

Hello, sheriff.

I've been halfway expecting you.

I kind of figured you'd be,

so I thought I'd come out and
give you a hand with this federal gold.

I imagine you're anxious
to get back to Washington.

Yes. Yes, I am.

But you won't be leaving,
Captain Harvey.

I don't follow you.

That's your card, Tom. Get them up high.

You're a pretty smooth dealer, Sheriff.

I'm in it too deep to quit now.

Another killing more
or less means nothing.

I'd do more than that
to get my hands on this gold.

You know, I don't think
I'd have ever known it was you,

if you hadn't have shown me
that nine and ten of spades.

The nine and ten?

Yes.

You see, I had Porky once the jail.

You were the only one
to enter or leave.

Very clever, Captain Harvey.

So, I'm the Jack of spades?

Yes, and Polly is the Queen.

Surely you wouldn't.

Uncle Jim, what's happened to you?

Shut up and get back into the room.

I don't understand what's come over you.

Told you not to come out here,
but you insisted.

Now, I've got to kill you,
like I did all the others.

You mean you're the...

Ghost of The Abilene Kid.

Does Tom know about this?

Yes, but I won't do him any good.

In his dumb military sort of way,
he's getting too close to things.

Now with you out of the way,
the suit will be com...

You slipped this to me
in the cave, Sheriff.

Now it's my deal.

And I speak for the entire populace
of beautiful and lovely String Town,

we wish to convey to you
with eternal thanks,

in the manner in which
you restore law and order

in our fast-growing Western community.

Now, as far as I am concerned.

You've talked long enough,
Judge, let the groom get a word in.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course I did, yes.

Well, thanks a lot, folks.

As you all know, Polly and I plan
to settle here when I'm discharged.

So, the sooner old Porky and Chico
can get started with that gold,

well, the sooner we can all come back.

You ain't waiting on us.

Me and Chico are two
of the best mule skinners

this side of the Rocky Mountains.

We will have this gold delivered
before you can say Josephine Jehoshaphat.

All right, boys, take it away.

I'll be right behind you.

Right now, I want
to say goodbye to Mrs. Harvey.

All right, Chico. Come on.

Somebody forgot to hook us up.

Well, Polly, I... Until... Until I...

You talk too much.

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