"I don't know." "Woah." "Drive over 'I'm." "Bad luck driving' over the dead." "I don't care." "Drive over him." "Drop 'em!" "Woah." "Wanna die for the banks?" "I promise they're not gonna die for you." "Gimme the shotgun." "Come on." "That's it." "Afternoon." "Watch 'em, Jake." "Yeah, you got any more arms?" "No." "We hit it big here, boys!" "Strong box." "Bet it's full of gold coins." "Now you saw my face." "Wait a minute, wait a" "Shit." "Dammit." "No, no." "Cover your ears, ma'am." "There it is." "Get in here." "Come on, Jake." "Damn good plan." "Come on." "Nathaniel." "Well, you didn't have to put your Sunday best on to come down here to the Crow Bait saloon to see me." "Well I just came straight from the bank." "How you been?" "Yeah, fine, fine." "Fine as cream gravy." "So how's business?" "You know, the mine closin' down hadn't helped none." "It's gettin' hard for a man to find work around here." "Yeah." "Well, you know, my brother down in Wichita Falls, season ain't much better over there." "Yeah, well, what can I do for you?" "Ok, now, well..." "I want you to know that I'm..." "I'm not here today as a penny-pinching banker," "I'm here as your friend, Nate." "What is it?" "Well, you're three months behind on your home mortgage and now before you say anything it's no more than a minor fuss right now." "But" "I" " I'll catch up soon." "Laura Lee, she's been sick." "I'm sorry to hear." "I'm sure they miss her down at the schoolhouse." "Yeah." "Well, you know, if it was up to me" "But it's not up to you, Hank, and I understand that." "Well, anyway..." "Jensen's gonna give you 'till August and... well, if you're not caught up by then he's gonna put a lien on the ranch." "I tried to get him to give you more time, but..." "It's alright." "You know how he is." "I do, I do." "Thank you for comin' by." "I'm sorry." "That's... that's ok." "Hank Holiday, how're you doing?" "I'm good, I'm good, Laura, thanks for askin'." "Well, I..." "I should be off, so..." "Are we gonna see you for dinner soon?" "You bet." "So you feel better." "Thank you." "Nate." "Take care." "How's your day?" "Fine." "I know that look." "What's wrong?" "Nothin'." "Don't lie to me, Nathaniel Reed, somethings wrong." "It's written all over your face." "Hank says we have until August to get caught up." "We're behind?" "How much?" "Three months." "Four next week." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because we were talking about having little ones and... now I can just barely provide for the two of us." "A man doesn't want his wife to think... anyway, things will get better." "They will." "I know, but you still should have told me." "I'm sorry." "I'll be back workin' at the school soon enough." "We'll get through this together." "Yeah." "We've been down to the blanket before and we're still here." "The Reeds don't give up their fiddle that easily, right?" "No, ma'am." "Mama's comm' over 'm the morning." "We're going to church together." "Laura Lee, I'm not gain' to church with your mom, ok'?" "Hey, hey, hey" "No, I'm fine." "I'm just a little dizzy is all." "I'm gonna go get..." "I'm gonna go get doc." "No, there's no need." "Well, then let me take you inside." "I'll take myself." "You've got work that needs doing." "I'm fine." "You got a lot of folks comin' in through here." "What are you- get in here!" "Your wife?" "What are you doin' here?" "Get in here." "How'd you find me?" "Jake Breelove's dead." "Got let out yesterday from Coney." "He can't prove it, but word is it was the marshall." "What'd Jake do?" "Who knows?" "The marshall, he didn't have no warrant or nothin'." "This bartender, he told me they're looking for" "Nathaniel Reed's gang." "What for?" "He didn't say what for, but he's sure as hell after us." "After you left things didn't turn out." "Things went bad." "A couple incidents went awry." "Sid nearly got himself killed and... well, I ain't had a good score since Santa Fe." "Is that how Jake got killed?" "Robbin' banks?" "No, he got himself a job as a bartender." "It's been near a year now." "Quiet as a dead mouse." "Why kill him now?" "Don't make no sense." "He changed his identity like me." "The marshall would have taken a while to track him down." "The way they found Jake, they- they found him in a way that I'd rather not tell you, truth be told." "Just tell me." "They cut him." "He was cut up." "He was cut up like someone that was askin' questions and they wasn't gettin' the answers they wanted." "He knew where I was stayin', and he knows where you're stayin'." "As soon as I got the word I rode like hell to get here." "You understand what I'm sayin'?" "There's a man comm' and he aims to bury you." "I have a wife, a business, people respect me here." "You can't be here, Frank." "What, you don't believe me?" "I believe you." "Well then, come on." "I ain't running'." "And I rode my horse into the ground for you." "At least let me spend the night here." "You can stay the night." "But you stay in here." "Don't tell me you didn't live more in ten minutes with us than you have the whole time since." "I'll bring you some supper over later." "Still got your guns?" "Yeah, you got 'em." "When you leave here in the morning... don't come back." "So, nausea, vomiting, particularly in the morning, fatigue... how long have you had these symptoms?" "A week, maybe ten days." "Well, my medical opinion tells me that congratulations are in order, Mrs. Reed." "What do you mean?" "Morning sickness, fatigue..." "I think you ought to entertain the notion that you're with child." "Are you sure?" "Well, time will tell us for certain." "In the meantime, if you feel nauseous you take a drop of that." "Alright." "Spearmint tea works as well." "Nate's gonna just about pass out." "I'm sure he'll be fine." "I don't know about that." "Dammit." "Thank you lord for this food on our plates and this roof over our heads and all the blessings you've given us, large and small." "Amen." "Nate?" "What?" "Amen." "You hurt your back again?" "No." "One of the horses sick?" "Nope." "Is it about money?" "Not exactly." "What if I did get pregnant?" "What would happen?" "I want that." "You know I do." "We're just not ready." "Laura, I have something I need to tell you." "So do I." "Nathaniel Reed!" "He's here!" "Don't shoot!" "Who's he?" "No!" "No, no Laura." "No." "Nathaniel Reed!" "I need you to step out of your residence now with your hands in the air!" "Don't make us wait too long, either!" "I'll think you're plottin' somethin', we'll have to take some shots in self defense." "You do something again?" "Is that why he's here?" "No, I swear, I swear I didn't." "I'm coming with you!" "No, sweetheart, go up the stairs." "Alright, alright..." "No, you can't." "I'm coming with you!" "You can't go with me." "I'm not leaving you!" "Do what I'm telling you to do!" "Go upstairs and don't come down 'till you hear my voice." "Go!" "He will hang you, you understand?" "Or worse." "Get on your horse and ride." "I'm not gonna let anything happen to Laura." "Go!" "You think they're comin' out shootin'?" "I hope so." "I ain't armed." "You see that?" "Yeah, we see that." "You want to put down your iron?" "I'm not sure." "I was really looking forward to shooting' you." "She really was." "I need you to acknowledge that I ain't heel." "We acknowledge it, we ain't blind." "Look, I don't know what call you think you got being' here..." "I know you." "And I'll never forget you." "See this badge?" "Dangerous line of work, marshaling'." "Most men won't even think about it but I ain't like most men." "You shot my eye out, that makes you guilty." "The doctor said it was a miracle, you know." "An inch either side, goes right into my brain." "He said I was the luckiest guy he ever met." "And these past three years lookin' for you," "I figure you're the luckiest son of a bitch I ever met." "Get down BonnieH" "Come here, come here!" "Do you want me to finish him?" "No, no!" "We get more if we bring him in alive!" "Too bad." "Come on." "I'm gonna go around back." "Yeah." "Judging from those bullets out front" "I'd say your harboring Frank Bell." "He's wanted for the murderin' of a marshall in Carson City." "Never killed a man who didn't have it comin'." "We all got it comin', don't we, Frank?" "Shit." "Nate?" "Nate?" "Shit." "We got about a half dozen out there!" "I hear 'em." "What're we gonna do?" "I saw 'em shooting' upstairs." "Laura Lee's up there." "I gotta get to her, see if she's ok!" "Never gonna make it up there." "I'm goin'." "But they will kill you!" "Then they'll just have to kill me." "Nate, she's dead." "What?" "I was afraid to tell you." "He killed her." "What are you talkin' about?" "I saw her." "He shot her in the head, Nate." "No, no." "Laura Lee, she's gone." "I don't believe you." "Accept that." "No, no." "I'm goin' upstairs." "We just killed two US marshals." "We?" "I ain't leaving' without her." "You alright?" "Come on, go!" "We gotta go!" "I'm not leaving without her!" "Come on, go!" "Hiyah!" "Hold still now." "God damn!" "Stop." "I don't expect to be jawing' with you all night but... me and Sid, we heard there's some easy pickin's out west." "Jackson Hole, maybe." "Yeah?" "You're welcome to join us." "It's up to you." "She was a school teacher, Frank." "Taught little children." "Never... only wrong move she ever made was marrying me." "Did she know about you?" "Who you were?" "Yeah." "And she stayed with me anyway." "I'm truly sorry." "I thought maybe things would come back around someday but I figured I'd be the one doin' the dying'." "Alright." "Let's take care of that thing." "We gotta get that out." "Give me the knife." "God." "Christ." "I gotta go see her, Frank." "Where'd you go?" "I just checked on Laura Lee." "And?" "She's gone." "The ranch hand confirmed it." "Laid her down in front of the house." "I'm sorry, Nate." "Sorry, Nate." "Frank Bell." "You just about met your maker." "Near hell did, you trigger-happy son of a bitch." "Nathaniel Reed." "You ain't gone shy, have you?" "Sid Dalton." "Evenin'." "Glad to see you're above the snakes, Nate." "You as well, Sid." "Well, it's gonna take a lot more than dying to kill Sid Dalton." "Hey, I got somethin' special here I think you're gonna like." "That's cider whiskey." "They call it Apple Jack." "It was conceived, created, and consumed here in Texas." "You been in that little town this whole time?" "I have." "Don't you get tired of bailing' hay and toting' feed?" "That fella with one eye, that Nate shot?" "The marshall?" "The one who killed Jake, he killed Nate's wife, too, back there." "That's the worst thing I ever heard." "Frank says you might be wanting to go back to work." "There's a US marshall after us, Sid." "He's a bad hombre and he aims to kill us." "We could churn butter in an orphanage until he showed up and it wouldn't matter." "He's gonna kill us anyway, so we might as well work." "Make some money so we can pay the devil." "Fair enough." "Things'll be alright, you're amongst friends now, Nate." "I'm sorry about your wife." "Ok, so what're we gonna start with?" "Trains?" "You thinkin' the Pacific Union?" "It's always been good." "Dangerous." "Yeah." "No trains." "No trains?" "No trains, no railroads." "What, then?" "Ladies' handbags?" "I say we go back to doin' what we know." "Stagecoaches." "You never know how many guards gonna be on a train." "Could be a dozen." "A stagecoach, one, maybe two." "And I think we can get maybe four stagecoaches in the time it takes us to hit one train." "A lot less chance of gettin' a load of buckshot in your ass, too." "Well, fair enough." "You've convinced me." "And no killing." "No killing, Frank Bell." "I'll try." "These beans is ready." "Woah, woah, woah." "Lose 'em." "These two fellas to your left are a lot more nervous than I am, so no sudden movements, you hear me?" "Frank, you keep an eye on them while I look in the coach." "Look who's barkin' orders now." "Hey, I'm captain of this ship." "You got a problem with that I'll be on my way." "You got a problem?" "No problem." "Do what I say." "Ma'am." "No, Sid." "Sid." "No." "Alright." "Now close your eyes and count to 100." "Really, close your eyes." "I'll close 'em for ya." "100." "That's good." "Keep counting'." "Stagecoaches instead of trains." "Here's to Nathaniel Reed." "Nathaniel Reed is dead." "Well, what're we supposed to call you, then?" "I say call him Apple Jack." "Texas Jack." "Woah, now." "I like it." "Here's to Texas Jack." "Texas Jack." "Texas Jack." "Alright." "Shameless." "How's the flow?" "There's some particularly fine lookin' women up there in St. Augustine." "Like you'd know." "I do know." "Is that her?" "Yeah." "Can I see?" "She was a fine lookin' woman." "Get them horses saddled, Frank." "Yes, sir." "I'm goin' into town to stock up." "Hey, no more beans." "No more beans." "You know, I've been thinkin'..." "No, Frank, I don't." "I've been thinkin' Nathaniel Reed's been getting a little too big for his britches." "Why would you say that?" "Well, we're the ones down here doin' all the work and he's up there on his horse barkin' orders." "Well, because of Reed you know we got whiskey, money..." "I don't mind takin' orders from him." "Yeah, well... he's not as smart as he thinks he is." "What do you know about smart?" "I know a thing." "A thing or two." "Two might be pushin' it." "God dammit." "Apple cider whiskey." "Why don't you have a little coffee?" "They're comin' hard." "They're comin' hard?" "Yeah." "I don't feel like chasing a stagecoach today, do you?" "No sir, I do not." "I'm gonna try something different." "What do you got in mind?" "Ok." "I don't like it." "You don't like anything." "Yeah." "You wanna tell us why you're blocking our path, mister?" "Just on my way to a funeral, friend." "My-my brother got killed and I got awful drunk when I heard about it last night and I got in a poker game and I lost my horse and my gun." "I lost my coat." "I'm sorry to hear your trouble." "But you ain't answered my question now, did you?" "Well, I'm hoping maybe I can catch a ride with you fellas." "I'm sorry, can't do that." "Company policy, no-no passengers." "I'm not gonna argue with you about that." "Could I ask you, maybe you got a blanket or something?" "Help a fella out a little?" "You said you're going to bury your brother?" "That's right." "How did he die?" "Well, sir, he was defending' a lady's honor." "So they say." "It's the least we can do." "Awful kind of you." "Appreciate that." "May still have some extra blankets in the boot." "Have a looksee, give him what we got." "Awful kind of you." "Don't mention it." "Appreciate it." "Y'all seem to be in an awful big hurry." "Shh." "Mr. Katchem, how comes it?" "(He)'" "I'm gonna have to ask you to put the scatter gun down." "I'd do what he says." "The last fella, he got shot in the eye." "Hand it over." "That's a good boy." "You got him?" "Yep." "Hiyah!" "What's your name, friend?" "Ben Weathers by." "Well, listen, Ben." "There's a safe in that coach and I need you to give me the combination to it." "There is?" "Yeah, there is." "I know there is." "What's the combination to it?" "Well, you think they're gonna give me the combination?" "My partner back there has a pistol pointed at" "Mr. Katchem's head." "That son of a bitch has an itchy trigger finger." "Drop it!" "What the hell?" "Jesus Christ." "Just take it easy." "Everything's easy, Weathers by." "What the hell, Frank?" "He pulled on me, didn't leave me no choice." "I'm not sure where it came from." "Go 'round front and get the combination and open the safe." "Go!" "Son of a bitch." "What'd you do, Frank?" "How'd this happen?" "Frank said he pulled a derringer." "Everybody thinks they're Doc Holiday." "Frank's gonna get us hung." "Yeah." "We don't need this." "I said no killing!" "He was a goddamn witness." "Look, you might not know but I don't answer to you, alright?" "You wanna declare yourself the king?" "You're not." "I need a better man down, goddammit." "A better man down." "Did you get the combination?" "Yeah." "Well, what's the combination?" "6-23-60." "Why?" "In case you forget it." "How the hell am I gonna forget it?" "Son of a bitch." "God." "Damn." "That's gonna leave a mark." "I hear you collared Ansell Pickett yesterday." "Just delivered." "Dead or alive?" "First way." "Well, a dead outlaw is an outlaw who cannot burden my courtroom." "Yeah." "What're your plans for the future?" "Don't have any." "Grab that wanted poster on the desk there." "I could use some of your grit." "There's something I've been chewin' on." "Yeah, what?" "You heard of this fella they call Texas Jack?" "I have." "What do you think?" "It's not my business to think about outlaws." "Humour me." "Well, he robs stagecoaches, a lot of 'em, and he drinks this horse piss liquor called Apple Jack." "Can't stand the stuff myself." "Word is he's in the area." "I'd like you to check around." "I want you to bring him to me." "Alive." "Alive?" "He ain't killed nobody yet, has he?" "Not as far as we know." "Good." "Word has it he used to run with a few local men" "I'd like to see hanged." "I'm hoping he might be amenable to helping me ferret them out and take them down." "You don't think taking up with an outlaw might be bad for business?" "I'm talking to you, aren't I?" "We all have certain events in our past we might like to forget, don't we, marshall?" "Now, Texas Jack, he's made a point of bloodless thievery." "As long as he doesn't kill anyone, it'll be alright." "The public will forgive almost anything outside of murder." "Ok, well, I guess you've got your man, judge." "Come now, marshall." "I don't think there was any question that was the case." "Marshall?" "What?" "Alive." "I heard you the first time." "Son of a... that's six in a row." "You dirty little pot-taker." "The lord has blessed me on this cold evening." "The lord has blessed you with a horseshoe up your ass." "Beg pardon." "No bartender?" "He is taking a recess for the evening." "I believe he's ill though he'd never admit to it." "So who's the man to talk to if they need a drink?" "You leave your money on the bar." "Five card draw is the game, if such pass-times pose any allure to you." "I find it to be a delightful supplement to my living." "My name's Bart, and if I may, it is a pleasure." "Your presence here is a marked improvement over the company, ma'am." "You just got a compliment." "That's Bonnie." "I'm Woody." "You're Bart." "Who are you?" "I'm gonna call you Suzie." "I'm just gonna take this bottle." "You don't mind, Suzie?" "You um... you look familiar to me." "We met before?" "No." "I think I'd remember you, on account of the eye." "No offense." "No offense taken." "You know, I can see a lot better without my hat on, fellas." "I'm sure you don't mind." "I um..." "didn't always have this patch." "I had a fine lookin' lady when I lost my eye." "She was beautiful." "Had the ring and everything, you know?" "I used all my savings, picked it out of a catalogue myself." "It-it was a weird ring, really." "It was-it had a snake eating it's own tail." "Can you imagine that?" "But she loved it, you know?" "She loved that kind of stuff." "She was a fiery redhead." "Yeah, she was beautiful." "She had this hair all the way down her back." "It was like a crimson sunset on Christmas Eve." "But after I got this right here, she said I changed." "She did." "She said that I had a temper, I got angry all the time, it was hard to be around me and-well, heck, I couldn't blame her none," "I didn't even want to be around myself." "The doctor who fixed me up said I was lucky." "That it was a miracle, right Bonnie?" "Mmmhmm." "It was a miracle that I was even alive." "But that miracle, it didn't help my relationship none." "No, siree." "My beauty left me, for the doctor." "The miracle-maker doctor." "Here's to redheads." "I think I wanna take your money now." "Deal me in." "You still seem angry." "I am, Bart." "That's very observant of you." "I mean, I-I can't even look at a doctor still without my blood beginning to boil." "You know, Suzie," "I'm still lookin' for the fella that shot out my eye, and in my quest I've left a lot of people in the dust." "Including my angel." "Here's to her." "I'm trying to figure this out, Suzie." "Have you been to Santa Fe?" "I've been through a couple times." "Don't make it out to New Mexico too often." "Alright, gentlemen." "Three in." "You know, I" " I've been there once." "I worked there, too." "Give me two." "To you, pal." "Dealer takes two." "So-so the once or twice you passed through, what were you doing in Santa Fe, exactly?" "Sir, are you gonna ask a thousand questions or are we gonna play some poker?" "Bart." "Hands on the table." "Table." "On the table." "Don't move 'em." "She'll unload her peacemaker on ya." "I know she will." "You understand?" "I understand you just killed a man in cold blood for no reason." "Being a marshall" "I've got a legal warrant to shoot Bart Benton." "Frank Bell." "Frank Bell!" "You're the one." "L" " I just-I couldn't remember so well the face, you know?" "Like Nate Reed, Jake Breedlove," "I didn't forget those two faces, no way." "Are you the one that killed Jake?" "I am, Frank." "I did and I am and he had it coming." "This is your unlucky night playing cards with him?" "And I'll bet ya, let me look, let me look... it's a full house." "You're-you're one unlucky son of a gun?" "Are you gonna kill me now, too?" "I'm afraid so." "Nathaniel Reed." "Nathaniel Reed." "Keep talkin'." "You know where he's at?" "Yeah." "He goes by the name Texas Jack." "Wait." "Nate Reed is Texas Jack?" "That's your man." "He's acting like a big shot outlaw now." "Ain't the same Nathaniel Reed that I knew." "Well, do you know where Texas Jack is?" "I do." "Where?" "I'd have to take you there." "Well, lead the way." "What's-what's in it for me?" "What's in it for you is you don't get your privates blown off by the end of Bonnie's gun." "What're you gonna do with Nathaniel Reed?" "Well, what I'd like to do to him is I would let Bonnie cut out his eye and then I would bury him alive in a pine box but unfortunately I've got a mandate from a judge that says I need to bring in Texas Jack alive." "Why alive?" "Because he ain't killed no one yet." "At least not in public view." "What if I had a way for you to kill him and not get the judge pissed?" "I'm listening." "What if..." "Texas Jack was a murderer as opposed to just being a thief?" "That's when you'd be justified in killing him in public, it being self defense and all." "Ok, keep 90in?" "!" "" "I can make Nathaniel Reed the most wanted fugitive in four states." "$5,000 reward, dead or alive." "You can have your eye from Texas." "Hell, you can have both eyes." "Return him to the judge however you see fit, we get our reward, and I would just ask a mere 20 percent and my life, of course." "Go on." "I'll plan two stage robberies." "I'll do the killing at the first one." "The second one, you catch him in the act, there'd be no questions." "You're pretty quick at turning your back on your friend." "No." "Nathaniel Reed's my friend." "Texas Jack ain't no friend of mine." "You know what?" "Ok." "But if you double cross me, I will..." "I will... finish." "So don't let that happen." "This plan?" "When?" "Let's make it two weeks time." "I'll make sure there's bodies so the murders can be blamed on Texas Jack." "Mr, Katchem!" "(He)'" "What the hell, Frank?" "You-you are one backstabbin' two-bit, pony-faced, skull duggerish fella, Suzie!" "I appreciate them attributes." "Now, you get like a dog, and we're gonna be following." "Don't even think about it." "Get." "Let's go." "We're following." "My, that is apple pie." "You know how we were talking about taking the stage where they have to slow down and cross Miller's Creek?" "But that's where they expect us to do it." "I don't think we should do it there." "I think we should go back up the road a couple miles, take them there." "Fair enough." "Where the hell's Frank?" "Who the hell knows?" "We'll just do this one without him." "Yeah, well, he was bringing the ammo." "We may have to go get some." "Fair enough." "Where do I meet you?" "Meet me at Miller's Creek crossing." "Ok." "What's your name?" "Laura Lee." "Why?" "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." "Have a good day." "You too." "Come on." "Any sign of Frank?" "Not a hair." "Well, so are we gonna wait for him or what?" "No." "Like I said, let's do this one without him." "Maybe nobody'll get killed." "So you used to live around here, right?" "Yeah." "I shouldn't have come back." "You know, there's something I gotta tell ya." "It'll have to wait." "They're coming." "Let's go." "Come on." "Whoa!" "Hey, now!" "I'll be taking that scatter gun." "That's good." "Gimme that pistol." "Thank you." "Hey, there ain't nothin' here." "Where is it?" "Where's what, mister?" "What's your name?" "Clint Harrison." "Clint, I used to drive for an express company myself way back in the day." "How long you been doin' it?" "Nine years." "Well, I got stopped one night." "A bunch of fellas were gonna try to separate me from my gold cargo and me bein' young and dumb" "I pulled my iron." "Ended up wearing a bullet." "If you pull that pistol I'm gonna draw on you and I'm faster than you are, I promise you, easy." "It'll work." "Sid, take the fella's pistol." "Thank you." "Now where is it?" "It's not here." "Put your pistol under his chin." "If you ain't carrying' nothin', why are you so squirrley?" "Heavenly father, hallowed be thy" "Hey!" "What'd you say?" "Hey, God ain't here today, friend." "We ain't the real hands." "We were hired to ride here." "Who hired you?" "US marshall Calhoun." "Now, you got the bolt on us by a couple miles." "You got a handful of minutes before he gets here." "A friendly piece of advice, Clint." "I think you ought to find another line of work." "You don't seem to have the stomach to work for a murderin' son of a bitch like Woody Calhoun." "I never doted on the marshall myself," "I'm just workin' to keep bread on the table." "Where's the real shipment?" "The marshall just hired me to ride." "He didn't jaw about the truth or nothin'." "That there is forthright." "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm down." "Texas Jack!" "I'm a United States marshall!" "Unless you want me to keep firing on ya, drop your gun!" "Raise your arms in the air, now!" "Throw those guns on the ground!" "What're you doin'?" "Well, that's not a nick." "No, it's... it's alright." "Listen, listen." "What I was trying to tell you before." "Not now, Sid." "I seen your wife!" "Not now'.!" "When I went into town to get the ammo I saw your wife." "She's dead!" "She ain't dead." "She's alive." "She's dead, Sid." "I'm telling you!" "I asked her her name." "Laura Lee." "Drop those guns!" "Is that her?" "It is, isn't it?" "I don't know what Frank was sayin', but she's alive." "I seen her, ok?" "So you gonna get on my horse and you gonna ride outta here." "You hear me.!" "Ok?" "Alright." "Ok, when I count three" "Alright." "You get on that horse and you ride, you hear me?" "One, two... 90!" "Come on, Calhoun!" "What, are you deaf, Calhoun?" "You got nothin', Calhoun!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Don't kill him!" "You got nothin'!" "You got nothin', Calhoun!" "Hi, Nate." "Laura." "Or should I call ya Jack?" "Laura." "Frank Bell told me you were dead." "Told me he saw you get shot in the head." "He told me that he saw them carry you out and lay you on the porch." "Well, I ain't dead yet." "And then Sid told me you were alive and I remember gettin' on the horse." "I had-I had to get to you, but..." "I don't remember gettin' here." "How'd I get here?" "Hank Holiday." "Found you hangin' off a horse outside of town." "Brought you in." "What are we doing in this house?" "Didn't know where else to take you so the doc helped carry you over." "Thought we lost you there for a moment." "Doc." "I can't come out here for a while so you're gonna have to stop by the office every day, pick up some clean bandages and that ointment." "You get some rest." "Thank you, doc." "Thanks for all your help." "I'll see ya." "What happened with the bank, and the house?" "Somebody bought the house, lived in it for a while and disappeared." "It's been empty ever since." "I brought our old blanket." "Tried to make it look like it did." "So we're breaking the law?" "We're trespassing?" "Well, you're the expert in law-breaking." "Laura, if I had known you were still alive," "I never would have put my guns back on." "Are you sure about that?" "Come in." "Judge." "Marshall." "You know why I'm here?" "I can't say that I do." "Marshall Calhoun and that bounty hunter have been leaving a trail of unwarranted bodies behind 'em." "Now, word has it that Calhoun is your man." "I'm certain Marshall Calhoun is acting in accordance with every law." "Well, the Governor isn't as certain I'm afraid." "That's a federal arrest order." "I need you to tell me where I can find Marshall Calhoun." "This is pretty much the longest beatin'" "I've ever been privy to." "I know." "Sid." "Sid." "She's just gonna keep beatin' and beating' and beating' on you, and trust me, it's hurtin' me more than it is you, until you finally eventually tell us where Texas Jack is." "I told you, I don't know where he rode off to." "What're we gonna do, Bon?" "I just picked this up in Dawson." "Been dying' to give it a try." "She's dyin' to give it a try." "Sid?" "Ok." "Wow." "This is Nathaniel Junior." "Who is he, mama?" "Hey, little man." "Nathan, sweetheart, this is your daddy." "It'll take some time." "For him or for you?" "For both of us." "Where are my guns?" "I put them in the livery, to keep them away from Nathan Junior." "I'm sorry." "It's fine." "Go find somewhere to hide." "Are you ok?" "Yes." "Go." "Nothin'." "Looks like no one's been here in a long time." "Let's go." "Nothin' here." "Ok, come on." "You ok?" "That's a good boy." "They're gone." "Ok." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, Laura." "We're ok." "I'm sorry, I just" "First thing you need to know is I hate doctors, so don't piss me off." "Help me out." "What happened to him?" "Take him." "Good lord." "There you are, sit down now." "Let's have a look at ya." "Boy." "Keep him alive." "How're you doin'?" "Get off me." "Still breathing'?" "You alright?" "Alright." "Yeah?" "Sid!" "You wasn't supposed to hurt him." "You set us up." "No." "You're a traitor." "It was a misunderstanding." "Shut up, you set us up." "I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to end up like this, Sid." "Stop talkin'." "Now you look at me." "Texas Jack, he might have a gut shot, he might be alive, he might be dead, we don't know." "But I need to find him either way." "The hell are you gonna do with him?" "That's a good question, Frank." "Bonnie and me, we rode out to his former residence, wasn't there." "Bank manager says it's empty." "You gotta help me out." "I don't know where he is." "If I-I knew, I woulda told ya." "I just-don't hurt- don't hurt Sid." "You know what, Frank?" "What?" "I believe you." "Bo"?" "It's a bad dream." "You took it off?" "Yeah, it was soaked." "You need to eat somethin'." "No." "You haven't had more than water in three days." "You need to sleep, too." "I can't sleep." "Not knowing what I've done to you." "Eat." "No, no, no." "Laura." "You saved my life." "You know that." "I have no hand in who lives and who dies." "All those years I was drinkin' and robbin'." "Bleedin'." "My life was just drainin' out of my body and all I could think about was you." "'Cause I think you're the only good thing I ever did." "You're the only time that I got anything right." "You got a second chance now, Nate." "It's up to you what to do with it." "I can't say that I'm happy with what you spent your time doin' but we're together here and now with Nathan Junior." "It's a second chance for us, too." "(He)'" "Careful, sweetheart." "Careful." "I'm gonna go visit the doc and get a change of dressing'." "No, stay a little while." "I'll be right back." "I love you." "I love you." "Come over here, son." "Let's talk." "No, no." "Go around." "There you go." "Hear the wind?" "Comin' a storm." "So, marshall is it?" "Yeah." "He's a bad man here." "But good doctors work in house performing' miracles." "Don't I always say that, Bonnie?" "He does say that." "Yeah." "You get the men who did this?" "The men?" "Yes sir, they was real nasty fellas." "I figure that you must be the guy that people come to see for medical supplies and tonics, that sort of thing." "It's a small town, marshall." "Are you married?" "Widower." "My wife passed away last year." "That's sad." "How long did it take you before you started bedding other women?" "Excuse me?" "I'm not mumbling." "Can you not hear me?" "How long did it take before you started bedding other women?" "I..." "I loved my wife." "So did I." "Now, the doctor who put this patch on me here, he he was a tad more handsome than you but he- he was always flirting' with my wife." "Taking advantage of his station." "And one day he got her alone in his office and she was all vulnerable." "Now I-I get it, I do." "You know, we wanna listen to and trust everything a doctor has to say but it must be hard for you not to take advantage of a situation like that, doc?" "Excuse me?" "What are you..." "No." "No, no." "You're gonna tell me right now who has been coming for medical supplies to fix a gunshot wound and I'll try and forget your profession." "Yeah?" "U§" "Yeah?" "Doctor Forrester?" "Doctor Forrester?" "I've come for the bandages for..." "Laura Lee?" "It's a miracle, Bonnie!" "It's hallelujah!" "Look who just showed up." "You know, my shoulder still hurts when it rains from your gunshot." "You can't arrest me." "Judge said it was accidental." "I'm not sore with you, never was." "You come here to kill my husband?" "He's a bad apple, that one." "He's a good man." "You think you truly know him, do you?" "I do." "Ok, well he gave me this." "Your "good man"." "But I'm not-I'm not here to kill him." "I'm here to find Texas Jack." "Now, you know that's his new name, your- your "good man", who's done so much thievin' and- and stealin' and murdering'." "He's still my husband!" "Yeah, he is." "Well, your husband is gonna stand trial for his crimes." "Like he stood trial at our home that day?" "I don't know where he is." "Let's go sit down." "Come on." "Let me get that for ya." "Sit down right there." "You get comfortable, 'cause Bonnie and me, we're not going anywhere and neither are you, Laura Lee." "Calhoun sent me." "Told me to tell you he's got Laura Lee." "Where?" "He's planning on killing you, Nate." "Do me a favour, Hank." "Yeah." "Ask Mrs. Holiday to come over here, watch Nate Junior?" "Sure thing." "Ok." "And you stay over here, too, Hank." "Nate." "You know, she never stopped loving you." "No other man or, you know, and she had plenty of suitors." "I'm sure she did." "Thank you." "Woah." "Does that thing even shoot?" "Yeah." "Shot a squirrel with it once." "When?" "When I was 16." "Well, I guess a man's gotta aim some to hit a squirrel." "Maybe I just got lucky." "Yeah." "Say, Nate, where do you think they're gonna..." "Go home, Hank." "This ain't your fight." "Let Sid and Laura Lee go." "Drop your gun." "The other one." "Slow." "Good." "Good." "No!" "I want you to see this live!" "Nate!" "Nate!" "You're no marshall!" "Bonnie, you get 'em!" "That was some good shootin'!" "I got lucky." "Frank was working with Calhoun." "He's dead now." "Good." "Can I-can I borrow your six-shooter?" "You go get it." "Ok." "Cover me." "Ok." "I'm gonna go get blondie." "Drop the gun." "Turn around real slow." "Drop the knife." "You know, I think I can still see some of your blood on this knife." "You wouldn't shoot a lady, would you?" "Drop the knife." "Calhoun!" "Now how do I know if I'm talkin' to Nate Reed or Texas Jack?" "I'll come out unarmed." "I don't think I believe you, Jack." "You wanna kill me, that's fine." "I got it comin'." "But you let her go." "You gotta come out first." "Let her go first." "Nope." "Not gonna." "You come out first, I'll let her go." "I promise." "I'm comin' out." "I'm cumin' out'.!" "Let me see those hands!" "See?" "It's you and me now." "Nate, don't do it!" "Don't do it!" "I'm gonna rid this world of you!" "Don't do it." "Don't." "Please." "Don't." "Drop your weapon!" "Do it." "Marshall Woody Calhoun." "Yes sir." "Arrest him." "Marshall Calhoun, your days of killin' folks as you please are over." "I got one more for ya!" "Git on up there!" "I'm the bank manager." "I'm of undisputed moral fortitude and I can assure you claims against these two are accurate." "So can I." "You're gonna be ok." "Get off me!" "Are you gonna be ok?" "I'm alright." "Well, well." "Sid Dalton." "Late as usual." "No, I timed it perfectly." "Now, I just got a new job." "Would you have anything to do with that?" "I may have." "What am I supposed to do with this?" "Put it on." "Why don't you join us for Sunday dinner, Sid?" "Why, thank you." "Yeah." "Let's go." "Remind me to tell you how your daddy got his nickname." "No, Sid." "Ok." "Maybe when you're a little older, then." "You alright?" "I think everything's gonna be ok."