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Hold it.

Put the knife down.

I want you out of town, Potter.

Come back again and I'll throw you in jail.

Doctor?

Doctor Chapman, we've been wondering what...

Doc?

Festus, how are you?

- Oh, it sure is good to have you back. - Wait. What are you doing?

Stop that! Quit it!

Seems like you been gone for a hundred years.

What's the matter with you?

Why didn't you let us know you was comin'?

Well, just for this very reason.

I didn't want all of this fussin' around. I didn't want that.

Oh, golly Bill, Doc.

I missed you somethin' fierce.

Get a stretcher.

Doc?

You didn't get the bullet out.

I can't.

Doc?

If you don't get the bullet out, what'll happen?

Will he die?

Doc?

Why are you taking him all the way to Denver?

'Cause, Kitty... G.L. Harrington...

is the finest spinal surgeon I know of anywhere.

And that's what it's gonna take to safely extract that bullet.

Real easy. Easy now. Ease him down. Real easy.

Whoa.

Pretty, ain't it?

I see. It's very good.

Well done.

Won't be long now.

Pick it up and put it on the bed.

Your turn, soldier boy.

Hold it!

Dead men can't point no fingers.

Newspapers do.

Keep an eye on him, Nebo.

Yee-haw! Just look at it.

Must be a billion there at least.

All right, folks.

Settle back and relax.

- The engineer. - Where's Nelson?

They killed him.

- Look at them pretty boots. Get 'em off. - What?

You heard me. Get 'em off, or I'll put air holes in your toes.

Come on.

All right, folks, my name is Sinclair. Jack Sinclair.

You might as well know.

'Cause once the law finds out about this, they'll know.

Mister, the United States Army will chase you into hell just to hang you.

Well, now, Captain, you just said what's expected of you.

I'm sure everyone here's gonna vouch for the fact

that you displayed the proper amount of backbone.

Now sit down.

They're still tight, but they're sure pretty.

The leader of the whole pack just come right out and said his name.

Jack Sinclair.

Well, Matt, maybe somebody can reason with him if all he wants is the gold.

Wouldn't work, Doc.

Why not?

It was my bullet that took Sinclair's hand.

And you.

You're gonna dig a couple of graves for the padre.

I'm escorting a prisoner.

- You a lawman? - Pinkerton.

You were escorting a prisoner.

Now you're gonna dig graves.

Now get those irons off her.

I can't do that.

I'll give you three seconds.

- Sure hard work being this rich. - Come on.

Building that blockade...

all that fetchin', totin'.

You know what I am, don't you?

I've had some practice, yeah.

If your husband sent the Pinkerton men after you,

he's not in a forgiving mood.

$5,000 can mean ten years in prison.

He wouldn't.

I hope not.

I've been there. And it stinks.

Can I go with you?

Nope.

You'd just be in the way.

Now please... sit down.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

You ran, didn't you?

You're not a Mexican.

You're a gringo coward.

You are a thief.

A bandit.

Like the village of your father, mine was also very poor.

When a man wanted to survive, he became a farmer.

When he wanted to live, he became a bandito.

And when he wanted to grow fat,

he became a priest.

But you, padre...

you don't even have the courage to be a good priest.

Don't twitch a whisker.

Go on.

- Who's he? - He's a horse thief.

Where'd you come from?

Nebo, take Concho, search the rest of the train.

Make sure there's nobody else on board.

It's locked.

Break it down.

It ain't givin'.

Blow it open.

Hold on! Hold on!

Haven't you got any respect for the dead?

Who's he?

Name's Tom Walters.

What happened to him?

Well, when you stopped the train, you killed him.

He had a bullet next to his heart, and the jolt killed him.

He don't look dead to me.

Oh, he don't?

Well, go on, touch him.

He's stiff as a board. Go on, touch him.

No, no, no, I believe you.

Did y'all have somebody else traveling with you?

Tongue-tied and whiskered?

Festus, yeah. He was helping me. Why?

Well, he was helping himself to one of our horses.

Well, where is he?

He's up front.

If it was up to me, he'd be dead.

Well, sorry about your patient, Doc.

Give our regards to the widow.

That was a close one, Doc.

Never saw anybody yet

who liked to touch a dead man.

Here, let me have this.

Anything?

Just a dead body.

And one of the meanest old cuss doctors I've ever seen.

You mean there's been a dead body back there all this time?

No, he... he was alive before we hit that barricade.

Name was, uh, Walters.

Was the doctor armed?

Just with his mouth.

He ain't gonna be no trouble.

All right, Nebo, go on back to the gold car and help them unload.

All right.

I thought you said a man died.

I sure can say this for you, padre.

You are a worker.

Go on.

Thank you.

Sorry about your man.

My man?

Why, that poor man that died.

While my friend and I were boarding the train back in Dodge City,

I saw you with him.

I can tell he was your man.

I'm sorry, Miss.

Mrs. Tipton.

Beth Tipton.

Well, I'd like to be alone, Mrs. Tipton.

You understand.

They just said his name was Walters.

That's very strange.

When I got on the train, I heard the conductor say his name was Dillon.

Marshal Dillon.

What's your point?

If the name isn't Walters, then maybe he isn't dead either.

They believe he's dead.

But what happens if they come back?

We'll face that when it happens.

What's wrong with your cheek?

One of them hit me.

A priest?

Well, I hit him first.

He hit me back like a man would hit another man.

Well, why'd you hit him?

Because he called me a gringo coward.

And because it is true.

Wait, let me have a look at that.

I was ordained in Denver.

I was also born there.

My parents were from Mexico.

So when I became a priest, I asked to be sent to my father's village in Mexico.

I went there feeling very priestly.

Priestly and noble.

Full of goodness.

Someone they could look up to.

Well, my father's village was not at all what I expected it to be.

Everywhere I went, there was poverty and disease and hunger.

It was incredible.

I thought they would listen and respect every word I said.

But they were too tired or too sick,

or too hungry to listen.

And they heard all the words before.

They didn't need anyone's sermons. They needed food and medicine.

They needed help.

I should have done something.

Anything.

But I felt sorry for myself, and I ran.

That man, he may be a renegade,

but in his way, he's much more honest than I am.

Where'll you go now?

To Denver.

To reject my vows.

Gold, boy. All I ever dreamed about.

Ever figure your dreams to weigh so much?

Well, it'll be less work spending it, all right.

Depending on how you spend it.

Yeah!

Is that all you have loaded so far?

Well, this ain't easy, Jack.

I know it's not, but we gotta get busy.

We ain't even had a rest since we started, Sinclair.

I gotta get off my feet, or I'm gonna fall down.

You complaining again, Orely?

Them fancy new boots hurt your feet, Orely?

Huh?

Look, we're all getting tired out.

And even before we get that wagon loaded,

we've got a long way to go before we get to Mexico.

None of us has slept in two days, Jack.

They have a point there, mi jefe.

Well, I'll tell you what.

We put some of those passengers to work. How about that?

Nebo?

Put it down and let's go.

You and you.

You help load the gold.

Now, that includes you three soldier boys here.

Neither I nor my men will work.

Never knew an officer yet work up a sweat.

Aiding and abetting the enemy, huh, Captain?

Exactly.

I don't have the patience or the time for your military ethics.

Now, you work.

Nebo?

You heard him, Captain.

Hold it right there.

Everybody stay where you are.

Now, all of you, don't anybody move.

Don't give the padre more graves to read over.

Now, pick him up.

You all right, Captain?

You just seem bound and determined to get killed.

I still refuse to work.

You fool.

Be a good soldier by all means,

even if it gets you or anybody else killed.

Now listen to me.

You're gonna work, or I'm gonna kill you.

And I'm gonna kill your men.

Now, it's that simple.

Like your military logic.

Now get out of here.

All of you, go on.

You heard him. Move it!

The rest of you just stay where you are.

Newly said that...

that men who wore guns weren't all the same.

Well, they all look the same to me.

- What was it? - Nothing. Nothing at all.

- What was it? - Nothing.

I'm gonna give you something for your pain.

Doc, I don't want anything for my pain. What happened out there?

Well, Matt,

that Army captain tried bucking those men.

Did they kill him?

No, they just kinda roughed him up.

We gotta do something.

There's absolutely nothing, Matt.

We're 50 miles from nowhere.

Doesn't matter. If there's any chance at all, we gotta take it.

I'll tell you one thing. Those horses are the key.

We gotta get rid of 'em somehow.

Just don't move, Matt. Don't... There's nothing you can do, I tell ya.

Doc, I'm a lawman.

Well, I'm a doctor.

And you're gonna... Well, you're my responsibility,

and I want you to stop moving around on the table here,

or I'm gonna sit on ya.

Doc... why don't you take that bullet out?

Well, Matt...

I've dug a lot of bullets out of you. You know that.

But, well, this one's different.

What's so different about it?

Well, it's because of where it is, Matt.

It's, uh, well, it...

To take a bullet like this out,

you'd have to have special skills, and I haven't got 'em.

Doc, you could dig a bullet out of a man with a jackknife in the dark.

You know it.

No, no, Matt.

Not anymore. I'm too old.

My eyes and my hands are too old.

No, to do something like this, you have to have young hands and eyes.

No.

Doc, there's more to it than that.

Now, what is it you're not telling me?

I don't wanna be the one to cripple ya.

That there's the doc, Sinclair. Wants to look at the captain's head.

You must be a mind-reader, Doctor.

I was just gonna send for you.

Captain back there passed out.

Wait a minute, Doctor.

Let me see that bag.

You just get the captain on his feet. I need him to work.

All right, get working. Come on.

Hey, Doc, you get through plugging his sawdust,

take a look at my feet, will you?

They're burning up.

Don't wanna get close enough to your feet to look, Orely.

Ha.

All right, lay still.

Hold still. Don't move.

It's not as bad as it looks.

How do you feel?

My ears are ringing.

Feel like getting up?

I'll try.

All right. Wait a minute. Just a minute now.

I'm gonna help you. Hold on.

All right, let's go.

- Thank you, Doctor. - Don't mention it.

You just try to stay alive, that's all.

- Ow! Ow! Ow! - Festus.

- All the blamed... - What are you squallerin' about?

Oh, I mashed my blamed fingers.

Go on, get back to work.

I can't go to work. I told ya, I mashed my hand.

Doc, take a look at whiskers' fingers, there.

Come here, Festus.

Patch him up. Broke or not, he works anyway.

Captain, you go on and take his place.

Charlie, why don't you help some?

'Cause I'm a watcher not a doer, Orely. That's why.

Got anymore coffee in there?

It's them three right there, Doc.

How's Matthew?

Well, he's gonna get himself killed.

Matt don't intend to let those men ride out of here.

Oh, ow! Ow! Doc, that's...

- Wait a minute. - Maybe me and Newly can do something.

Matt says get rid of the horses.

Doc, you sure...

Doc, you through with whiskers yet?

All finished.

You get on back to work.

Why don't you do something your own self,

you knot-headed ninny?

Doc had something on his mind?

About Matthew.

Let's just get rid of them horses.

Bullet in him, and he's still fixin' to stop these fellers.

Maybe nobody'll have to stop 'em. It's starting to rain.

All right, quit your gabbin'.

This might help.

How did you get out here?

Your Mexican friend.

He said when it's painful you take a walk.

Didn't he also tell you that I like to be alone?

Yes.

But I told him I liked you.

What did he say?

Something in Spanish.

But it sounded romantic.

But then most everything in Spanish does.

Yep.

Does it really hurt?

No, it's not the arm that's bothering me.

This rain.

Why? It's much cooler.

Well, if it keeps up like this,

everything between here and the mountains is gonna be a sea of mud.

We're never gonna get the wagon out of there.

I see.

It's almost funny.

You've thought of everything.

Didn't it occur to you that it might rain?

Yep.

But then, you see, my life is made up of risks.

I weigh them, and then I take 'em.

When the price is right.

You travel heavy, don't you?

Don't the Pinkerton men search lady prisoners?

That belongs to him.

Caldwell. That's his substitute for nerve.

He's just trying to live, lady.

Like any of us.

He's a coward.

You saw how he backed down halfway into his boots.

In his place, you wouldn't have.

Really?

Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have had...

this.

What are you thinking?

What am I thinking?

I'm just wondering why your husband is even bothering about you.

I have a life to live too.

Yeah, I can see that.

The whiskey help?

Some.

How'd it happen?

Well, I'll tell you.

There was a girl.

And you know what? She bit me.

Turned out she had rabies.

Please. Don't joke.

Oh, yeah.

It was a bullet.

Lawman?

Yep.

Named Matt Dillon.

I wasn't lying when I said that I liked you.

From the time I boarded the train, I knew.

I just knew.

Do me a favor, sweetheart.

Stop that sugar talk, will you?

There's no way I'm gonna take you with us.

What if I make a bargain.

I said no way.

We're gonna do some hard traveling.

The Army's gonna be after us. The law's gonna be after us.

I don't need the Pinkertons or your husband too.

Sure we can't talk a deal?

You sure are pretty.

There's no doubt about that.

Long time ago, I would have just reached out and took.

But not any longer.

Why?

Because I don't need your brand of trouble, lady.

Now, leave me alone.

I think you lost more than just a hand.

I think we're both cripples, Mrs. Tipton.

Now, go on.

I need some air.

What did you say to Sinclair?

None of your business.

Don't worry. I didn't tell him about your man.

Why not?

Because it wouldn't have done me any good.

Suppose it could.

I'd do anything not to go back to Denver.

They'd kill him. Don't you understand that?

So what?

Don't you try buckin' me, honey.

As tough as you think you are, I'm a lot tougher.

You're right. He is my man,

and I'll do anything to keep him alive.

Even to killing the likes of you.

Que pasa, hombre?

I sent you a pretty present.

I guess you didn't like her.

Sure, I did.

Except I'd wake up one morning with my pockets picked and her gone.

Roper said it would not be long now.

All right.

Hey, amigo.

That village of yours, is that a good place to settle?

Ah, sí. It's very peaceful.

If you want it that way.

Yeah, it sounds good.

I'll be along.

I guess it will clear up soon, huh?

What's going on out there, Doc?

Nothing at all.

The rain's quit.

It's hardly enough to settle the dust.

It'll be sunup in a little while.

Fixin' to make a move, it better be pretty sudden like.

Quit your gabbin', you two.

They finished unloading the gold yet?

No, not yet.

Well, then what are you so interested in out there?

I just wanna... Here.

Just lie still. Be quiet.

Now, lay back down there.

All right, let's go, soldier boy.

Come on.

Hyah!

What are we gonna do, Jack? They got the gold.

- We're gonna go after them. - We ain't got horses, Jack.

There's nothing else left to do.

Concho, you put everyone in the passenger car.

You and Blanchard see to it that train doesn't move until we get back.

Well, Matt, they're going after the gold wagon.

How many of 'em went?

Six.

Well, that leaves two.

Good. The odds are going down.

Yeah, they sure are.

Hey, you in there.

Come on out.

Open up, old man, or I'm comin' in shooting.

Well, for heaven sakes, what is it?

Come on. Everybody stays in the passenger car till Sinclair gets back with the gold

and your friends' carcasses.

Come on. He don't need no company.

All right, over here.

Hyah! Hyah!

Fresh, amigo. The wind has not even left its mark.

Hold it, Festus.

Whoa. Whoa.

Look at that smoke over there. They must have got the train going.

Yeah, but it ain't puffing like no train.

She's burning steady.

Maybe they're burning the fuel.

Well, if they are burning the fuel, we'll never get that train out of there.

The only thing we can do is lead 'em as far away from Matthew as we can.

Maybe we'll get a chance to double back.

Hyah! Hyah!

You're not gonna hit anything except the horses at this distance.

Save the ammunition.

Jack, we ain't gonna catch 'em.

Yes, we are.

They got the advantage right now, but so have we.

How's that?

As long as we keep on moving them towards those mountains,

we got a chance. You hear?

That terrain up there's pretty steep.

Too steep for a wagon to travel.

Sooner or later they're gonna be forced back, so move out.

Newly, these here horses are slowing us down.

We was smart, we'd shoot 'em.

Yeah, if we was smart, that's just what we'd do.

I couldn't do it either. But what are we gonna do with 'em?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, not now.

Giddup!

What are you looking for?

What are you gonna do now?

Was it your backbone in that flask?

What'd you do with it?

Where is it? Tell me where it is.

- Let go. - That's enough of that.

- Stay out of this. - Sit down.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Doc.

We got a problem.

That woman knows about Matt.

Ow.

That shooting.

Newly defended guns.

And he may be dead from one right now.

There are good men who carry guns too.

Newly said the same thing, but I don't believe it.

That's true. Awful lot of men wear guns.

And I know one who also wears a badge.

And his gun has saved a lot more lives than it's ever taken.

Killing is killing.

What if somebody was breaking into your house?

No matter what happened,

at least when it was over we'd both still be alive.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Guns are a part of this life, young lady.

Just exactly the same as the breed of men who use them.

Hyah! Giddup!

Giddup! Giddup!

I can't go no further.

I can feel the blood in my boots.

Look over there.

Charlie, look over there. See 'em over there?

All right, move out.

Come on, Orely. Let's go.

I can't, Jack. I can't.

Just get back to the train then. You're useless.

No, I ain't. It's these boots. They're too tight.

Then take 'em off!

I can't. My feet is all swole.

Orely, you got petrified brains.

If we get a hold of that gold, with your share,

you'll be able to buy every pair of boots in Mexico.

None as pretty as these.

Orely, get out of here.

Get back to the train!

He's nuts.

I know.

Hyah!

If I tell you something important,

will you help me?

Sure.

I need your word you'll protect me.

Who from?

Her.

What are you afraid of her for?

All right, I'll see she don't get near ya.

What is it?

Doc, I'm afraid that woman is killin' Matt.

There's a lawman on board.

A United States Marshal.

Where?

I'll only tell you after I get some sort of guarantee

when you leave, I go with you.

Well, you'll, uh...

you have to talk to Sinclair about that.

He's not here.

Besides, don't you have any say?

Sure, I got say.

If this train reaches Denver with me on it,

chances are I'll go to prison.

Well, lady, that...

that would be a pure shame.

If I tell you where to find this man,

will you help me get out of here?

Well, I... I'll do what I can, but, uh...

this lawman you're talking about,

he can't be much if he ain't made a move yet.

I saw them carry him on the train.

Back in Dodge City.

He was on a stretcher. Hurt bad.

Where?

In the baggage car.

Him?

He's a dead man.

No, that doctor fooled everybody.

There's a marshal back there.

And he's alive.

Name's Dillon.

Yeah?

Blanchard, where you going?

You remember that dead body in the baggage car?

This little girl says he's alive and his name is Dillon.

Wait. Let me go.

All right.

Wait a minute!

Sit down! Sit down!

Now, hold it, everybody. You hold it.

Wait. Let me tell you something.

You kill Matt Dillon,

and every lawman in the country

will chase you from here to hell.

Go ahead, Concho.

Everybody, just sit down and take it easy.

Tie him up and put him in the gold car.

You're going to Denver, lady,

and it's gonna be a real pleasure for me to take you there.

Any others?

No, just those two.

The others are after Festus and Newly.

How is he, Doctor?

I don't know.

We'll get this train moving as soon as possible.

Any man who can swing an axe, come with me.

Doc, I haven't got any feeling left in my legs.

I can't move 'em at all.