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Whiskey.

I'd like to see the color of your money first, Mr. Smith.

You put it on my bill and I'll pay you later.

We don't carry nobody. It's a house rule.

I need a drink and I need it bad.

I tell you what,

I got a good horse down at Silvery stable.

You give me some whiskey, I'll give you the horse.

A bottle of whiskey.

Just one.

He's not buying your horse, Mr. Smith.

You're gonna need it to get out of Brimstone.

You can't run me out.

I already have.

Luke's not gonna buy your horse.

- Are ya, Luke? - No, sir.

- Now, that's you saying that, Sheriff. - It's a mighty strange town.

A man can sell his guns but not his horse.

Well, a man don't need guns to get out of town,

all he needs is a horse.

I want you out of this town within the hour.

Now let me see those guns you bought.

I told you before,

you ain't running no pawn shop here.

Man needs liquor bad enough to sell everything he owns,

is a public nuisance and I don't want him in town.

These ain't just ordinary guns.

What are you talking about?

Alright, now you look at right there. You just see what is written there.

C Demon.

Chauncey Demon, Marshall of Laredo.

That's right.

And, more than likely their stolen.

I couldn't pass up an opportunity

to get a souvenir like that.

But Sheriff, these guns cleaned up Santa Fe, Laredo.

Souvenir.

Uh, man.

I can't go out on the trail again without a bottle.

I gotta have a drink.

Now, look. I got a locket here, see?

It's solid gold.

It's good.

You look at it, I tell you what.

I'll give you this locket. It's worth 100 dollars for two bottles.

Smith, I'm sorry.

Just one bottle, then.

One bottle. Come on, man.

You gave me two bottles for the guns.

This is worth a lot more. A lot more.

Just one bottle, please.

Look, Smith. I'd like to help you

but the Sheriff just laid into me for buying the guns.

Now, I can't help you. I don't dare give you a bottle.

Man, give me one for the road.

All right, hold it!

Now, just hold it right there.

Put it away, Luke.

You don't expect to stand here and let you half kill that man.

Well now, you see.

He's making some smart mouth remarks about Mr. Ryker.

We're just teaching him better manners.

I ain’t gonna tell you again, Luke.

You ain't gonna try and take all of us.

Give me one bottle and I'll stop them.

One bottle.

Give me the guns.

I'm crazier than you are.

Luke, I told you...

Looking to get yourself killed, rummy?

Get that fellow off the floor.

Mister, you're asking for it.

Anybody else?

You're gonna pay for this, mister.

We'll be back and we better not find you in Brimstone.

You better keep them, mister.

You're gonna need them.

What about the bottle?

The bottle's yours, too.

And the drinks are on the house!

I'm telling you, Sheriff.

As unlikely as...

this man just kind of blew them apart.

No gun fights, Sheriff.

I had my gun level at 'em and they tried to pull on it.

And it went off. Like an accident.

I see.

Well, as they say...

I reckon a man is entitled to some of the fruits of victory.

So, I'll put off that deadline until noon tomorrow.

After that, Mr. Smith,

I don't wanna see you in Brimstone. Clear?

Couldn't be any clearer, Sheriff.

Thanks.

Matt! What are you doing in Brimstone?

Hello, Frank.

I'm here on a fishing expedition

and the name in Kimball. Matt Kimball.

Ah, so you've heard about the trouble we've been having.

Governor sent me down here to look into it.

How bad is it?

Aw, it's bad enough.

Man named Ryker moved in two, three months ago

with a fist full of gun slingers.

Been riding rough shod over everybody.

I never knew anybody to ride rough shot over you, Frank.

Ah, they're getting to me.

They busted up this place a little while ago.

You'll never believe it,

but a barroom bum I though I run out of town

put out the fire before I got here.

What?

I said you wouldn't believe it. Calls himself Smith.

He's right over there.

When'd he get into Brimstone?

Two, three days ago.

Drank up all his money.

Been trying to sell his horse.

And you threw him out of town, huh?

Well, I tried.

Is that really Chauncey Demon?

That's him, all right.

Oh.

Haven't heard about him in years.

I remember when you and him

and Billy Carter cleaned up Laredo

when you weren't much more than runny nosed kids.

Yeah. I'll see you later.

See you, Matt.

Mr. Smith?

Matt.

Kimball.

Yeah, Matt Kimball. Why not?

Matt, you dirty old horse thief.

How are you?

You must have lived a charmed life

or else they'd have buried you years ago.

Good to see you, too, Mr. Smith.

Come on, sit down. I wanna talk to you.

Sit down.

Matt Kimball now, huh?

No thanks.

Hey, you're hitting that stuff pretty good,

aren't you, Mr. Smith?

Well, times is changed, Matt.

Yes, sir. Me and old Betsy here,

we've been going steady for quite a spell now.

You know when I heard what happened to Mary,

I wrote you a letter.

Guess you didn't get it.

Yeah, I got it.

I always meant to answer you, Matt, but...

well, you know how it is.

Wanna tell me about it?

Well, ain't much to tell.

Mary was, she was taking our little boy

to see the grandparents in Kansas City.

And the Injuns jumped the wagon train.

There wasn't nobody left.

They found this... the next morning.

You see, Matt. I had...

I had give that to her on our wedding night.

And tonight...

Tonight I tried to sell it...

for a bottle of booze.

Maybe, Matt, I wouldn't blame you if you won't drink with me.

Well, I'll tell you...

been a long time since I really tied one on.

Maybe this is the night.

Here's to Billy Carter.

Best of the best.

Best of the best.

I wish still were here.

Ah!

Bartender, bring us another bottle!

You better make it two!

Mr. Ryker, he just took us all by surprise.

I mean, who figure an old barroom bum

would be able to shoot like that?

Well, that barroom bum split your ear,

shot Harry and conned the rest of ya into doing nothing.

Look, Mr. Ryker, we didn't just stand ar...

I bought you men, and I'm paying top wages

because you're supposed to be hard.

Now, it appears to me I bought lambs instead of lions.

We'll get him, Mr. Ryker.

Oh, you'll get him alright.

Or every last one of you is fired.

Now, in the meantime...

you've make this spread look like

it's run by a bunch of milk sops.

- Ouch! Stop! - Oh, go easy on him, Doctor.

He's delicate.

Like Dubbins.

Like all of ya.

Oh.

Good morning.

I'm sorry if Johnny woke you up.

I tried to keep him away.

But, I'm afraid it's not everyday

we have Chauncey Demon in our house.

Ma'am, how'd I get here?

Matt brought you.

Matt. Oh.

Where is he?

He went into town earlier

but he'll be back soon.

May I?

Oh, you two had yourself quite a time last night.

Well, I guess I should be apologizing?

You needn't be. I wasn't there.

But from what I heard,

you and Matt took on all comers.

It was positively Homeric.

Homeric?

Oh, there's the school teacher coming out in me again.

In drink and battle,

Homer's heroes always surpass the deeds of mortal men.

My golly, was it that bad?

The fight started about midnight.

After about an hour, Matt regained consciousness.

What?

Somebody hit him with a bottle.

It wasn't me, was it?

No. Then you began knocking on most of the doors in Brimstone

and insisting that everybody get up out of bed

and join you on the street in honor of the chariot races.

Matt won.

No. No, ma'am.

I always win the chariot race. Always.

That's what Matt told everybody.

So, he tied your left leg to an anvil.

And halfway down the street, the rope snapped tight,

and as far as anybody knows

the horses are still running.

I've waited a long time to meet you, Chauncey.

I have heard everything about you...

there is to hear.

About me?

Mm-hmm.

From Matt?

From Billy Carter.

Billy Carter.

He was my husband.

- You're Kathy. - Mmhmm.

My gosh, I should've guessed that.

Why, what do you mean?

Well, Billy Carter...

was the unluckiest man at cards that I ever knew.

Oh, thank you.

How long has it been?

Almost two years.

Well, Kathy, they say that the best of us die young.

I've got some coffee on. Would you like some coffee?

No, ma'am.

I don't think I could face coffee this morning.

- Would you like a drink? - No.

Yes, ma'am, I would.

I didn't realize there was so little.

Morning, Chauncey.

Would you care for some coffee, Matt?

Yeah, I think I can use some.

How's your head?

I'll tell ya one thing,

I had a hard time getting my hat on this morning.

Hey, I hear you're still trying to cheat at chariot races.

Well, I had to do something.

You always get the best horses.

Yeah.

Matt, I better be getting along.

Chauncey, sit down, sit down.

Look, we gotta do some talking.

Oh, Matt, I talked too much last night.

I usually don't remember out loud,

but seeing you again must have struck a nerve.

Here you go, Matt. It's strong and hot.

Thank you.

Well, I just figured all those years I put in looking for you,

I got a right to know where you been.

I was in prison.

How'd it happen?

Well, after the Indians burned out the wagon train

I went crazy.

I started a one man war against them.

I was doing pretty good, too.

They signed a peace treaty with them.

The only thing, they didn't ask me to sign it.

So, for a while there,

I was fighting both the US Army and the Sioux.

It was a federal offense, they called it.

Oh, they took me to Washington for the trial.

How much did you get?

Well, I had a good lawyer fellow.

He pled to extenuating circumstance,

so they gave me five years.

Now, Matt, I know I should've told you about it

and I'm sorry I didn't.

Uh, Kathy? It was nice meeting you.

Matt, I got a horse in Brimstone.

Now, I gotta be out of here by noon today.

That was the Sheriff's order.

I've got your horse right outside.

Come on, I'll show you.

Well, let me hang on to your shoulders.

My head is killing me.

Mr. Demon?

- Where you taking me? - Mr. Demon!

Hello, Johnny!

This is John Chauncey Carter.

He's you're number one admirer.

Chauncey?

Named after you.

Hello, Mr. Demon.

Hello, Johnny.

Would you shoot for me, Mr. Demon?

- Uh? - Uh, well, Johnny.

Maybe Mr. Demon will do that for you some other time.

You sure fixed them fellas at the saloon last night.

It's a small town, Chauncey.

My pa said you were the fastest man

with a gun he ever saw.

Your pa said that?

Well, talking about your pa,

he's the best there ever was

but he used to stretch the truth a little.

But we couldn't done nothing without him.

Honest?

Honest.

In fact we probably still would've been together

except that your pa saw your ma

and after that, well, he just put his guns away

and he come up here to be a gentleman farmer.

Oh, Johnny, Mr. Demon will come back and talk to you later.

Right now, we got some things we have to do.

Yes, sir.

Bye, boy.

He's a spitting image of his pa.

You know, Matt. My boy woulda been his age now.

I mean, just about.

It's a lousy world, Matt.

Everybody loses.

I need a drink.

- This way. - Oh.

Got him around the barn.

Alright, if you need a drink of this, you can have it.

But first I think you gotta listen to me.

You know that deadline for you leaving town?

Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore.

It's been revoked.

As a matter of fact, you can't leave.

Can't? Why not?

Well, you just been elected the new sheriff of this township.

What?

I don't recall you being hard of hearing.

You're the new sheriff of Brimstone.

Matt, I don't believe you.

Will that convince you?

S-H-E... Sheriff.

Tell me, who made me sheriff?

Town council.

You had a shoe in once they knew who you were.

But what happened to the one they got?

He's sick.

He's running a high fever.

He's gonna be in bed for a week.

Well, they're crazy.

Man, I couldn't be second deputy

much less a sheriff.

Why not?

You know why, Matt.

Look. Look at these. Look!

You did it last night.

Last night, I could've fought Masterson.

I could've fought Irv, Billy the Kid,

and all at once...

just to get a drink in my hands.

Now, what kind of a sheriff would that make me?

Well, maybe a little reckless.

I could see you taking them on one at a time but...

I can't do it. And I won't.

Those boys you took the measure of last night,

they're part of a bunch

that's got this whole town running scared.

You know as well as I do

they're gonna come back to Brimstone looking for you.

If they don't find you,

they're gonna take out their sweat on anybody that's handy.

You're not the kind of man

that walks off from your own fight

and leaves it to somebody else.

Matt, I know what you're trying to do for me.

I know it and I'm obliged.

But man, can't you see it’s too late?

You're taking too much for granted.

I didn't elect you sheriff of this town,

these people did.

And you, an upstanding US Marshall,

I mean, you had nothing to do with it?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Well, let's just say

I figure they made a good choice.

How come they didn't ask you to fill in?

Because the Governor asked me to come down here

in the first place and try to find out what's going on

without anybody knowing I'm a law man.

I'm not trying to hand you some kind of story, Chauncey.

This is going to be rough.

I need you.

How long you figure before they'll be back?

Well, to get their men spread out around the countryside pretty good.

Might take them two, three days to round up enough men to feel safe.

Matt, I can't do it.

Can't you see? I am dying for a drink right now.

You haven't taken it yet.

I can't do it, Matt!

It's no good!

True I'm alright just for a little bit.

But long about 10 o'clock tonight...

I'm liable to pull my guns on you, Matt.

I might even...

I can't do it.

I can't do it!

Can't! Can't!

You told me once if I ever needed anything from you

all I had to do was ask.

Well, I'm asking now.

Stay off of that for a week.

All right, give me one good reason why I should.

One reason.

All right, I'll give you a reason.

Johnny.

Ever since he's been old enough to understand,

Bill and Kathy have been holding you up to him

as an example of what a man ought to be.

He heard what you did last night.

Fits right in with his picture of you.

I don't ever want him to know any different.

I don't want him to know that a hero like Chauncey Demon

can want a drink so bad

that he'll grovel in the dirt for it.

Like a whipped dog.

Who's got so little respect for himself, or his friends,

that he can live without pride,

without dignity,

and from the smell of you, even without soap.

I ought to kill you for that.

You're one of the few men I ever knew

might've had the chance of doing that once.

All right, big man.

Let me see if you're as good as you used to be.

Matt, it's gonna be rough.

You've been through rough ones before, Chauncey.

Yeah, those times was easy.

It was gun against gun.

But this time,

it’s me against me.

Matt, I can't take any more of this.

- Sure you can. - No.

Since I been out of prison,

I haven't been sober for two hours much less two days.

I am going to town.

No, you're not.

The only reason we came out in this buggy

is 'cause you were getting tired of the house.

Yeah, I'm tired of the house.

I'm tired of you!

I'm tired of everything!

Matt Dillon, I'm gonna whip you!

Get off this buggy!

You couldn't whip me on your best day, much less now.

I got more reason to now.

Will you get off the buggy?

All right, that's the way you want it.

Ain't no man in the world gonna keep me from getting a drink today.

Did you forget to duck?

He always did have a sneaky left.

Where's Johnny?

He's doing his homework.

Sit down.

Maybe you better take Johnny

and head over to your sister's for a while.

This could get kind of rough.

Well, if he's half the man Bill said he was, he'll make it.

I hope so.

I've got a feeling he's like Bill.

And you, Matt.

Strong when he has to be, but soft as old leather inside.

Eat.

Matt, I can't.

Look, you're gonna eat that

or I'm gonna jam it down your throat.

You think you're man enough?

You've got a pretty short memory.

Or do you think it was you that carried me home this morning?

So you sneaked one in. It was a lucky one.

Yeah, and I got a few more where that one came from, so eat.

All right, I'm gonna eat.

I'm gonna eat this, because I know you want to help me.

And because I don't want to hurt you.

That's fair enough reason.

You know, Matt.

If I could just get through tonight

I think I could make it.

You're gonna make it.

Eat.

All right.

All right.

Eat.

How you feeling?

You and me gonna have a nice little ride.

We took care of that old man.

You cross eyed, double dealing warthog.

Listen, if I can't sleep, nobody sleeps.

If I'd have known you were gonna be such a hard case,

I'd have the sheriff lock you up.

We're going to have a poker game. You just sit down.

Just sit down.

Wanna try your luck, huh?

Hey, Matt, fill me in.

Why am I going through this agony?

You ever hear of a brand called The Crazy X?

Yeah, it used to be Rykers brand.

Still is.

He's stole half of Texas

now he's moved in here trying the same thing.

Half his hands are gun fighters.

They go to a rancher and if he won't sell,

well, they find their cattle missing

or their barn burned down, their fences cut.

He's already got about a half a dozen ranchers that way.

So, what we gonna do?

The only thing I figure we can do

is to call out his gun fighters, have a showdown.

Hope we scare them off.

And if we don't?

The only thing I can figure.

It wouldn't be the first time Ryker's been up against us.

Yeah, but we didn't exactly beat him before.

No, but we slowed him down a little.

I doubt if he's forgotten.

Men like Ryker never forget.

You gotta kill him.

You just can't seem to get away from it can you?

I guess not.

Lord knows I've tried.

All right, show me the openers!

Pair of jacks.

Nobody loses all the time.

I'm gonna have to leave you for a while, Chauncey.

Trouble?

No, I'm just going into town to check on the sheriff.

Your horse is shackled outside.

It a long walk to town.

You know, I think its nice the way you trust me.

I never did trust you. Just liked you.

Get out of here.

Get out. Leave me alone.

Morning, Demon.

You give us a bad time the other night.

Embarrassed me to Ryker.

Should've guessed who you was right off.

Black gun belt, fancy Colts.

Mr. Ryker says you're an old friend of his.

We figured since you ain't been around the saloon lately,

you must be taking the cure.

He's heard that can be pretty tough.

So, he sent you a bottle.

Here, you want it, Demon?

Look, Demon.

Nothing like it.

All you gotta do is ask.

Go to hell.

Now, you don't mean that.

Not after I come all this way

just to relieve your suffering.

Here!

Now, that wasn't a nice thing to do, Demon.

Not nice at all.

Mr. Ryker wouldn't like that.

You see, he told us to insist

that you have a drink on him.

He's a stubborn man.

Grab him!

Grab his arm!

Hit him!

That's it, hit him!

Get him down!

Drink it, Demon.

Drink it.

Get it down.

Drink it, Demon.

You get out of Brimstone, Demon.

We find you here tomorrow

and you're not gonna get off so lucky.

Mr. Demon! Mr. Demon!

What happened, Mr. Demon?

Johnny. It's all right.

All right, it's all right, boy.

What you doing here?

I snuck away, so I could talk to you.

Well, boy, you picked a good time for it.

Are you hurt bad?

I don't know yet.

Who did it? The men you fought in the saloon?

Uh-huh, yeah.

Oh, there must have been over 100 of them to beat you.

There was enough.

There was enough.

Oh, thank you, Johnny.

You know, I had a little boy once.

Be about your age now.

What happened to him?

He died.

He did?

Yeah, he died.

But you look a lot like he did.

The same color hair, freckles.

He got them from his mama.

You look a lot like him.

You're crying, Mr. Demon?

Does it hurt that bad?

Yeah, Johnny.

It hurts something awful.

Maybe I better go get a doctor.

No, no, I don't need a doctor.

You know, when your daddy and me was together,

when one of us was hurt

we used to kind of hold on to one another

until it passed.

You can hold on to me, Mr. Demon.

Whoa!

Ma!

What happened?

It's the men from town.

They came and beat him up.

- There was over 100 of them. - It's all right.

Let me take a look at it.

I think you're going to have a scar there.

Johnny, Johnny, go inside

and get me some tincture of iodine.

Yes, ma'am.

I like him.

So do I.

Don't he need a man around?

I mean, ain’t none of my business,

but why haven't you remarried?

Well, I guess Billy kind of spoiled me for most other men.

I can understand that

but you can't go on the rest of your life remembering.

I know.

I just keep on waiting.

- Did you find Chauncey? - No.

I should've told you about the wire cutters in the shed,

but I didn't even think of it.

Don't blame yourself, Kathy. I didn't think of it either.

- Well, what do we do now? - Just hope he gets back here.

Ryker's men are looking for him.

They warned him not to go into Brimstone

but he was seen there this morning.

Who is it?

Somebody I been expecting.

- Get inside. - Who is it?

Just get inside, Kathy.

What do you want?

I'm looking for a man they call Demon.

He's not here.

Well, now, if you don't mind

I'll have a look-see for myself.

You're not going anywhere, mister.

Now, you'd be the one

who tore up the town with him the other night.

Who I am is none of your business.

Now, get back on that horse and ride out.

I told you, I came for Demon.

And I told you, you're not getting him.

Now, mister, I ain’t been paid to kill you...

but if that's the way you want it, you just make your play.

I wanna give you a message to take to Ryker first.

You tell him Demon and I

will be in Brimstone tomorrow.

Then you tell him, next time

to send a man not a boy to do this job.

Suppose you just drop your gun belt.

You talk a lot, mister.

I dare you to shoot.

Try me.

Now you take that message to Ryker.

Hold it.

Drop the gun belt.

You don't leave a man a lot, do you?

You didn't bring a lot with you.

Who's that?

Ah, he's a friend of Ryker's.

Came out here looking for you. I told him you were gone.

- Look like he don't listen too good. - Yeah, in that way he's like you.

Matt, I just couldn't do it your way.

I tried.

I was doing fine till Ryker's boys came by yesterday.

Then I realized I didn't have it half licked.

You know something?

Even when those boys were half killing me,

I could've kissed each and every one of them

for pouring that whiskey down my throat.

So you give up?

I don't have time to do it your way.

I'm not like that.

I gotta be where the whiskey is.

What are gonna do?

Well, me and this here bottle

are gonna battle it out,

face to face

until one of us quits.

You come back about supper time.

When you arrive, in case this bottle's empty,

well, I'm saying goodbye to you now.

See you at supper.

Ma'am, I owe you two dollars.

It's what I stole from your sugar bowl

to pay for this.

And I'd appreciate it, ma'am, if you'd get in your buggy

and go see your sister.

All right.

But I sure would like to stay around

and see how much guts you've really got.

Not bad... for an old man.

How's the sheriff?

Oh, he's getting better fast.

You know, I figured he would.

You standing out here for any particular reason?

I like hearing the clink of glass on glass.

- Matt. - Sheriff.

Demon.

You ready?

As I'll ever be.

Here they come.

Well, boys, it looks like yesterday's drunk

has gone and gotten himself some company.

He's wearing a badge.

Ain't that something to reckon with?

You the one that tried to teach my boys right from wrong?

Tried, but they didn't seem to learn anything.

Maybe that's because

you ain’t the man you think you are.

Well, I ain’t the man I was, Mr. Ryker,

but maybe enough.

Now, you take off that badge

and you throw it in the dirt.

Like hell.

Take it off, mister.

Or the three of you are gonna wind up a bloody pulp.

My boys and I will burn this town down.

That's a US Marshal's badge, Ryker.

How you feel about that?

Who's the lamb now, Ryker?

Here, Matt.

Well, Chauncey, if you like the feel of this badge,

I know a lot of towns

where they could use a good Marshall.

Yeah, it does feel kind of good.

Well, Matt, I guess the itch will always be there

but, thanks to you,

I figure I won't have to scratch it anymore.

Well, I hope not

because by the looks of things around here

you're gonna have some responsibilities.

Whoa!

Mr. Demon!

Hello, Johnny.

Are you all right, Mr. Demon?

I never felt better.

Matt...

Obliged.

Goodbye, Chauncey.

Come on, Johnny!