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Whoa, Bard. Whoa, Bard.

Come along, now.

Whoa.

Whoa, Bard. Ho.

Giddap, Bard.

Giddap, Bard.

Hold it right there.

I got no gun.

No money, nothin'.

You got no eyesight, I'll swear to that.

What'd you think I was, standin' over here puffin' smoke? A chimney pot?

Them potatoes got better eyes than you got, Schuyler.

You got the wrong man. My name's Sargent.

Is that so?

Is your first name still Quent?

Well, there's lots of people named Quent.

Well, Quent, lots of people, you're the man I come to see.

Come a long way to see.

- Where from? - Jefferson City, Missouri.

- State prison? - That's right.

Who are you, anyway?

You tell me who I am, Quent.

You tell me who's the last man in this whole wide world

you'd ever wanna see again, huh?

Sargent.

If that don't beat all.

The only stripe you ever had is that yellow one runs up your back.

All right. All right.

But when I went into that smoking car, two lawmen cut down on me.

I broke and run. I admit it, I broke and run.

But I thought you'd done already uncoupled that engine

and that... that express car.

I thought you were in the... in the front end of that train

and be clean across the river by then.

- Otherwise I'd have... - You'd have what?

I didn't have much time.

We did.

Ten years apiece they gave us.

Me and Bronk and Tully.

That's a whole lot of time, ten years.

You've come to kill me?

Quentin?

Go on back in the house!

Quentin.

Well, I was just gonna say you could come on in to eat now.

No, I... I ain't hungry.

- You run on back to the house, now. - This is Mrs. Sargent.

Well, ma'am, I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to meet you.

I'm a long-time friend of your husband's here.

Geneva, I...

You didn't tell me she was so pretty, Quentin.

Did you say somethin' about eatin', ma'am?

My name's Hackett. I'm the new hired hand.

The rain stopped.

Well, out there maybe, but not in here.

I'll fix that roof for you first thing tomorrow.

- Oh. - The shingles is rotten.

Might as well try to patch up a rain cloud.

Oh, no, I said fix, not patch.

If Miss Geneva wants a new roof, that's what she's gonna get.

Did you hear that, Quentin?

You're a travelin' man, Hackett. Shinglin' a roof takes time.

What do you want here? My skin?

Then take it. But leave her alone. She don't know nothin'.

Nothing's what she married. That's the first thing she knows.

I got my pride.

I bet you even got the box it came in.

- More coffee, Mr. Hackett? - Yes, ma'am, Miss Geneva.

Quentin?

I need somethin' stronger.

Well, you have family back in Missouri, Mr. Hackett?

No, ma'am.

- You never got married? - No, ma'am.

Hackett's always been too busy for the ladies.

Oh, Quentin, I can hardly believe that.

Why, Quentin, aren't you gonna offer Mr. Hackett a drink?

Or don't you use whiskey either?

Oh, I use it, Miss Geneva. I just ain't married to it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

No offense, Miss Geneva.

You want some of this?

Yeah, Quent, I don't mind if I... if I do.

There you go.

- Well, here's to women. - Oh!

Great janglin' jowls! What you got in there, Schuyler? Dead owls?

It's just a mite green. I'll get you some branch water.

Oh, did I hear you call my husband Schuyler or something like that?

No. No, what he said was...

Yes, you heard right, Miss Geneva.

The fact is, your husband here puts me in mind of a man I know

used to go by the name of Schuyler.

Oh.

Yeah.

Reckless fella, old Schuyler was.

Lived by the gun and he'll probably die by it too.

If you keep feedin' me like this, Miss Geneva,

I'm just liable never to get down to Mexico.

Mexico?

Me and Tully and Bronk, we decided we need a change of scenery.

Oh, are you here with friends?

Well, as a matter of fact, I was just about to excuse myself.

They're waitin' for me in Dodge.

I'm gonna go and tell 'em about my new job.

Do you mean to tell me that you got friends a-waitin' for you

while you be a-workin' out here?

Well, when they hear about this home cookin'

and this pretty lady of the house,

they're just liable to be climbin' your ridge pole come sunup,

just beggin' to help work on that new roof.

You stop it.

You can't bring them out here, Lord of mercy.

Just askin' the boss here for a couple of dollars advance on my wages.

Guess I'm worth a little advance, huh, boss?

That's right generous of you.

If I was you, I'd raise all that I could lay my hands on.

- Raise what did you say? - A new roof, Miss Geneva.

Crack of dawn.

Uh, Mr. Hackett, you'd better watch yourself in Dodge City

and stay out of them saloons

or you're not even gonna hear the crack of dawn.

Night, now, Miss Geneva.

Night, boss.

Quentin, what's the matter?

Oh, now, did you wanna go into town with him? I don't mind.

No, no.

We'll, I think it's gonna be real nice

havin' somebody around for you to talk to.

He just wants money.

Oh, Quentin, don't begrudge a friend a few dollars.

Why, one good friend is worth his weight in gold.

When you got a friend like Hackett...

one's all you need.

Schuyler's got a new name.

Other than that and a piece of ground looks like 50 acres of snake belly,

he ain't got nothin'.

And he's a sure enough croppin' farmer?

- What's he raisin'? - Dust.

And when he saw me, a fearsome sweat.

It's been ten years, Hackett.

We ought to let him go if he comes up with the money.

There's gotta be enough for horses.

We can't be hittin' no train without train-hittin' horses.

That's the Lord's own truth.

Well, if he buys us the horses and the dynamite,

that ought to square it, right?

I mean, we can't be leavin' some dead farmer out there.

Just another problem, right, Hackett?

You boys think you can get all that whiskey and funnin' out of your blood

in time to hit that 9:12 out of Hutchinson City tomorrow night?

That quick?

Oh, I hear you talkin'. The quicker the better.

Before that marshal come back into this town.

And I'm gonna blow them tracks right off the ties.

There's no short-fusin' this time, Tully.

Well, the shorter I light it, the quicker you light out, right?

Lightin' out quick's fine, Tully.

We just like to do it under our own power, don't we, Bronk?

You boys stay out of trouble, keep your mouths shut...

we're liable to go down to Mexico in style.

Don't bother to stack the chairs tonight, Sam.

It's too late. We'll just lock up.

Not just yet, pretty woman.

You got a payin' customer.

We're closing. It's been a long day.

Yeah, but a short evenin'.

Why don't you go on down to the Bull's Head?

No, I'd rather give you the business.

Whiskey, barkeep.

- Miss Kitty? - Barkeep, I said whiskey.

A bottle. I mean now.

Mister, don't threaten...

Whiskey.

Sam.

Sam, the best.

Much obliged, pretty woman.

Now, Sam, why don't you just put that gun up on the bar

so as we can all relax?

If you decide to go for it, Sam,

be sure and wait till I've just swallowed a shot.

They tell me the shock to the system's enough to slow a man's draw

by as much as a whole tenth of a second.

Did you ever notice, Miss Kitty,

how it's always hand-to-mouth with these gun-bums?

Sam.

No, it's all right. Let him talk. Go ahead, Sam.

I mean, Miss Kitty, if they draw their gun and don't get to shoot it off,

they immediately start to shoot their big mouths off.

Sam, why don't you just go on home?

- I'll be all right. - No, no. Sam's an interestin' fella.

Ugly, but interestin'.

Tell me, Sam, I mean, suppose I draw again and shoot my gun?

Would that cure my mouth trouble?

Mister, you know, you surprise me.

You don't look like the kind of person who'd...

Yeah, I know, I'm a bigger man than to shoot up a barkeep, right?

Well, I would have put it a...

You know somethin', pretty lady? I've had it put to me every way there is.

And it's always by some painted pretty like you

who thinks she knows all about men just 'cause she's known so many.

Now, Sam.

You're dead, Sam.

Or you would be.

Except the pretty woman here was right in the first place.

I am a bigger man than that.

Except she didn't really think so. I mean, not really.

She was just...

She was just tryin' to use a little of that calico queen cajolery on me,

which is what they teach her to do when they teach her about face paint

and waterin' drinks and separatin' men from their money.

Keep talking, mister. You're getting bigger all the time.

How about you performin' the honors again?

Take the bottle and get out. It's on the house.

Sam here'll be a lot happier if you pour it.

You see, the only way to deal with a pretty woman's big tough mouth,

'cause you can't shoot her and she knows it...

is just shoot her barkeep instead.

Wait till I drink it, Sam.

He's a slow learner, ain't he?

I told you I wouldn't shoot you, Sam.

But I might just pink you up here and there, but nothin' real discomfortin'.

So, next time, why don't you just go for it, Sam?

I mean, don't spoil a nice game. Just...

I mean, you might even shoot me dead.

I swear I'd chance it, except I just...

- Except you ain't got the guts. - I just cleaned it. It ain't loaded.

I just remembered.

I hate lyin', Sam. And I hate liars worse.

Now, you're just tryin' to save your big ugly face

in front of the pretty woman here.

- I ain't lyin'. - Ain't you?

And just how sure are you that you ain't lyin'?

Mister, are you crazy?

Both barrels sure?

You got 'em.

You load it, Sam, first thing in the morning.

Miss Kitty, I wanna thank you for the drinks.

I certainly do hope my little spate of play actin' didn't cause you or Sam here

any real genuine uneasiness.

Good night.

Don't say a word, Sam. Just lock up and go on home.

If there's a full moon out tonight, don't look at it.

Hey, howdy there, Quent, Miss Geneva.

Listen, don't mind me. I'm just tearin' your roof off.

Oh, good Lord, Quentin!

I'm gonna chop it off, Quentin, every last sliver of it.

Miss Geneva wants herself a new roof, that's what she's gonna get.

Quentin. Look, Quentin, do somethin'. He's your friend.

You know somethin'? Even your cross boards is rotten.

I never see anything like this.

I'd best make a test cut in that ridge pole. That might be rotten too.

Hey, I might have to take the whole danged top off of her.

Do you think he knows what he's doin'?

Hey, beautiful lady girl!

How about ladlin' up some of your best chilled stump water?

Your workin' man's gone fierce thirsty!

Hackett, I gotta talk to you.

I need three horses. Three fast-movin', long-winded, new-shod horses.

You're gonna buy 'em for me.

Horses like that cost money. I ain't got that much money.

- Borrow it. - Well, what if I can't borrow it?

Then steal it, like I did the shingles.

You stole these shingles?

What'd you think, I opened up an account at the store?

Well, what if the marshal traces 'em out here and finds 'em nailed to my roof?

What then?

They're gonna find you nailed up here along with 'em, you don't shut up.

I need six sticks of dynamite. Just leave the horses at the livery.

Bronk and Tully'll pick 'em up.

You're gonna blow a train, ain't you?

That's right.

Tonight. The 9:12 out of Hutchinson.

I'm spellin' it out to you, Quentin, so I'll know you know all the details,

I mean, just in case anything goes wrong.

And also as a reminder, you still owe ten years to the Missouri State Prison.

That is if I don't finish you first.

I'll do it.

Me and the missus'll drive into town.

Be back in about two hours.

She stays.

Quentin, when you get back, you'll find her sound of wind and limb.

Hackett, if you so much as...

Quentin, I'm developin' this fierce urge to shoot you in the left ear.

Hey, beautiful lady! What's happenin' with that water?

We can rough this out, Quent, to $62.

Well, just put that on my account, if you will, please.

Mr. Lathrop. Quent, how be you?

Fine, Festus.

You mentioned something else you wanted, Quent.

Well, I'll... I'll just take a look around, see what I need.

Uh, Mr. Lathrop, you ain't by no chance

got in no more of them fancy Texas boots, did you?

The drummer promised 'em to me the first of the month, Festus.

Oh, well, I reckon I can wait till then,

seein' as I ain't gonna have the money till the first of the year.

See you directly, Quent.

Mr. Lathrop, what I was meanin' to ask you,

could you set aside a pair of them high-top stitched ones

that I'm so partial to?

Glad to, Festus.

Fixin' to blow some stumps, are you, Quent?

Yeah, there's a couple of 'em gettin' in my way of plowing out there.

Well, just keep a eyeball peeled on your business

and don't go blowin' off a couple of fingers.

Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to spook you, honey.

Mr. Hackett. Don't you be comin' in here.

And don't call me honey.

Now, you go on. Go on.

I didn't mean no offense, Miss Geneva.

I just got worried about you bein' gone all afternoon and all.

I ain't been gone. You have.

Well, just to look for you, I swear.

Well, I been here the whole time,

exceptin' for a few minutes that I walked to the creek and back.

I had to do a little washin'.

A little washin', huh?

Oh.

Look at that sun.

Quent'll be here any minute now.

Oh. See? The stew's almost done.

Sure smells good.

Did you finish that roof already?

You know, when I came back from the creek, I took a walk up there,

and, um, well, you still had a ways to go,

so I thought to myself you'd probably determined to go into town after all

to get some more supplies.

And then I had occasion to get to the barn and, uh, and I saw your...

I'm glad you missed me, honey.

Don't come any closer to me.

And I ask you not to call me that.

No, you told me not to call you that, honey.

Now, you looky here, Mr. Hackett.

I'm a married woman who loves her husband.

Sure you are.

And I admire that kind of perseverance against impossible odds.

- Quentin's a good man. - Well, I ain't.

But you knew that the first time you ever laid eyes on me, didn't you?

I never, I never ever gave you any cause...

I didn't need none, but if I had have, it would have been enough

just seein' your hair still wet after that little washin'.

Well, it weren't for you I washed it.

I wash my hair every week about this time.

Then there's the way you come lookin' for me.

The roof, the barn.

Comin' back, puttin' on that little clean pinafore frock.

You know somethin', Miss Geneva?

I'm so pleased, I'm just gonna have to steal me a kiss.

I'm gonna tell Quentin.

Oh!

How'd it go? Did you get the dynamite and the horses?

Yeah, I got it all right.

What happened to your face?

Where's Geneva?

Geneva?

Quentin. Oh!

Oh, I was so worried.

Everything all right?

You gonna tell him, Miss Geneva?

Tell him?

All right.

I kissed her, Quent.

I kissed your wife.

I said I kissed her, Quent.

Ain't you gonna do anything about that?

I'll just wait here while you go get your gun.

- You agreed you... - I agreed to nothin'.

All right. Reckon I'll just have to come back out here later on, then.

Take up where I left off.

I got some business to take care of first.

Why don't you try to find some of that there pride you was talkin' about?

Or the box it came in.

I guess I know what kind of man he is now.

Did he tell you anything about hisself?

- About me? - No.

He's a killer.

A train robber.

And you?

I ain't never killed nobody.

But ten years ago I helped him plan three train robberies.

Oh, Quentin.

He's gonna rob the 9:12... tonight.

And I... I borrowed the money to...

to buy him three getaway horses and the dynamite.

Like he says,

I owe ten years' jail time to the Missouri State Prison.

Well...

Well, there was just nothin' you... you could do about it, then.

Ain't never much a man can do about bein' a coward.

Quentin, you're not a coward.

Somebody wrote you a letter, Deputy Marshal Festus Haggen.

- Some optimist. - Where'd you get that?

Well, it was right outside your door.

If you'd pay attention to business, you could collect it.

- What's it say, Doc? - Good heavens.

It says the 9:12 will be stopped and robbed

between Cimarron and Dodge City by three men.

- Who wrote that? - Well, it's not signed at all.

Look there.

You reckon that could be a joke, Doc?

Not very funny. Wait a minute.

- Ain't Matt in Garden City? - Supposed to be.

By thunder, look here. We still got time enough.

We could wire Matt in Garden City

and tell him to catch the 9:12 when it's passin' through there.

That's a good idea, Doc.

Will you get a telegraph off to Matthew?

And I'll get ahold to Newly and we'll saddle us up some horses

and we'll be a-headin' out that way on horseback.

It's coming.

Go ahead, go! Go ahead, go!

Messenger, you got five seconds to open it up.

Open it up, nobody gets hurt.

The money, hand it over.

- Come on. - US marshal! Drop the guns!

He should have took care of Schuyler first.

- Who's that man just rode off? - Should have buried Schuyler first.

That made more sense.

Who was he?

- Did you ever hear of Will Hackett? - I have.

Marshal, seen a man headed east ridin' fast.

Matthew, when I heard that dynamite blow up, it brung to my mind quick

about Mr. Lathrop sellin' dynamite the very same day.

- Who'd he sell it to? - Quent Sargent.

He said he was fixin' to blow some stumps.

Newly, I gotta have your horse.

Geneva.

- Geneva. - I know, Quentin.

He's coming back for us.

No, no.

I done it.

The deputy got the note.

Quentin, he's coming back for us.

You ain't listenin' to me. They'll be waitin' for him.

Probably already over there by now.

I know Hackett.

He'll have a gun in his hand when he opens up that baggage car,

and they'll be waitin' for him.

A little while back...

maybe I was asleep for a little while, but it wasn't exactly a dream...

but I saw him coming back.

He told me he'd never be taken alive again.

Be us dying, Quentin.

Oh, he'll be calling me honey and looking at you.

But it'll be us dying.

I'll saddle that plow mare. We'll go over to Johnsons'.

Come on.

We'll stay over at the Johnsons' till it's light.

Then maybe in the morning we'll hear they're tracking him down.

Quentin? Miss Geneva?

Oh, good Lord.

I come back for my wages.

You in the house, Quent? Miss Geneva?

Now, here's a peculiar thing.

I can smell that sweet white soap Miss Geneva used on her hair.

Like she just passed this way, just came out of the house.

I gotta figure out which way she was headin'.

Sweet white soap's gettin' stronger.

Quentin?

You wouldn't be hidin' from me, would you, Quentin?

I mean, there'd be no reason for you to do that.

A man comes for his wages, ain't no need to hide.

Unless, of course...

Unless...

Unless you got confidential with the marshal.

Did you do that, Quent?

Huh?

I just heard me somethin'.

Honey?

You runnin' and hidin' from old Hackett?

I mean, there'd be no cause for you to do that.

Most I'd be doin' to you is kiss you again.

Most I'd be doin' to old Quent is...

Well, now, I guess old Quent would have to die kind of slow if he ratted on us.

I don't exactly know what I'd do with honey lady-girl, her knowin' about it.

I mean, I like to do a job right when I do it.

Well...

I guess they're not in the barn.

Sure see that. I wonder...

They're probably asleep in the house.

I just swear the honey lady-girl

passed through here not more than a minute ago.

It's mighty strange, 'cause anybody can see that this barn is empty.

I'd swear he knows we're in here.

Oh, Quentin, I'm scared. I'm stone scared.

I gotta face him.

No.

I gotta face him now before I lose my nerve.

Quentin, he'll do things to you. No.

I don't care. I don't care. I gotta go.

Put that bar back in the door.

That smell of Miss Geneva's powerful strong.

Real powerful strong. She's just gotta be nearby here somewhere.

Miss Geneva, you playin' it coy?

You in here, Miss Geneva?

Oh, yes, indeed, you're in here all right.

Honey, I just wanna teach you a few things about kissin'.

I mean, there's times when a... when a girl's entitled to bite and scratch,

there's times when she's not.

Yeah, you in here all right.

I can smell that sweet soap Miss Geneva used down by the crick.

Why you little dickens, you.

You're hidin' that toolshed, ain't you?

I bet old Quent's right in there with you, just a-sweatin' blood, right?

Wrong!

This is from me to you.

I didn't bother tyin' a ribbon round it.

Leave her be! It's me you want!

I'll get around to you.

I just want you to watch somethin' first.

Never seen a girl so partial to me before.

- I'm comin', honey. - Leave her alone!

I'm comin', Miss Geneva. I'll be in in a minute, sweetheart girl.

Sweet little girl there.

Hold it right there!

Geneva!

It's all right.

It's all right. Open up.

Open up. It's all right. Open up.

All right, let's get out of here.

It's all right now. Everything's all right.

Quent... I'm afraid you and I are gonna have to have a little talk

about that dynamite you bought.

There'll be more to talk about than that, Marshal.

I'll be comin' in to see you.

Let's go.

Be another time, I guess, Quent.

Maybe.

But the next time, I'll be waitin' for you, not hidin' from you.