01x14 - The Lonesome g*n

[bunniefuu]

You're all set,
Charlie.

Thanks.

Oh,
I almost forgot.

Maybe by the time
we get back,

you'll have
all them letters read.

What did you do, write
to some lonely female club?

- Go on,
get out of here.
- Get up now.

Well, did you?

Did I what?

What he said,
write to one of them.

No, but it wouldn't be
a bad idea.

Say, Slim,
what did we get?

Well,
let's see.

There's
a feed bill,

there's one
for Jonesy.

What is it,Slim?

It's a letter for Pa,
Matthew Sherman.

How can that be?

It's postmarked
from Casper.

Must be somebody
who doesn't know Pa died.

"Dear Matt,
I'm going to...

k*ll you.

I haven't decided when or how,
but it will be soon.

You'll die violently for what
you did to me 15 years ago.

Signed,
Edward J. Farrell."

That name doesn't mean
anything to me.

It might
to Jonesy though.

Well, he's down at the creek,
taking a bath.

- I'll get him.
- Thanks.

Slim...

what could have Pa done
to that man so long ago?

Jonesy!

Jonesy!

Jonesy, Slim, wants you
right away.

- Any trouble?
- He'll tell you
about it.

Be right there as soon as
I get my clothes on.

Horse.

Horse,
come back here.

Come here, bring
my clothes to me.

Go get that animal before
he takes my clothes to Canada

and before I catch
pneumonia.

Ah, bless me,

I spooked my own horse.

Oh, I try, I try
to get along with animals,

but they just
won't cooperate.

And you quit
laughing at me.

You remember
when you were 7 or 8,

and your pa was ramroddin'
steers up out of Texas?

Ed Farrell
was your pa's segundo,

you know,
second in command,

and your pa wouldn't
have had it any other way.

Jonesy,
get to the point.

Well, it was
one of those drives

and you were there,
Slim.

Ed Farrell's little boy
about your age named Mike,

he was there, too.

It was night
when it happened.

Ed Farrell was out
with the herd.

A nighthawk must have scared
one of the horses

and he touched off
the whole spread.

Almost before anybody
knew what was happening,

there were 5,000 head

moving like a twister
across the plains.

You could feel the earth
tremble underfoot,

and the sound they made
was like thunder booming,

only never stopping.

[ g*nshots ]

[ men shouting ]

There was nothing
anybody could do to turn 'em,

nothing at all.

They took a hill
like it wasn't even there,

and they came off
the backside

like a locomotive
running wild.

You never saw
anything like it.

They just put
their heads down and ran.

They ran over
anything and everything

that was in their way,

including the chuck wagon

where Mike and Slim
were asleep.

Now your pa did the very
natural thing to do,

he just
scooped you up real quick

and got you out of there
just in the nick of time.

ANDY:
Did somebody got Mike?

No.

Ed blamed it
on to Matt,

said he could've saved
both of you if he'd tried.

And he never said
another word to your pa

from that day on.

He just buried
little Mike and left.

And nobody's
ever heard from him since,

except this.

So all this time
it's been eating at him,

twisting him up
inside.

I guess.

Why did he wait
so long?

I've been wondering
the same thing.

Must be a reason.

Where are you
going?

To pack my bag.

That northbound stage
will be in here
in a half an hour.

I'm going up to Casper
and have a talk with Ed Farrell

I can
straighten him out.

Oh, don't stick
your neck out, Jonesy.

Any man that'd write
a letter like that,

you might
get yourself hurt.

Mm, Ed hasn't anything
against me.

We've always been friends.

I think I should tell him
your dad is dead.

I think
I owe it to him,

and I owe it
to your pa, too.

Where could a fella
get some breakfast
this time of morning?

Well, you're standing
right in front of it, Jonesy.

Thanks.

- Howdy.
- Howdy.

- Oh, you're
the only passenger?
- Looks that way.

Well,
do you want a room?

Maybe, but first I want
to ask you something.

Do you have a fellow
staying here named Farrell?

Ed Farrell.

Farrell?
No.

He sent me a letter
from Casper.

Well, this is Casper,
all right,

but we ain't got
no Ed Farrell.

Course, that don't
mean nothing.
He could be here.

Shucks, mister,
in this part of the country

people change their names
more often than they
change their underwear.

Yeah. When's the next stage,
southbound?

About half an hour
if you ain't leavin'.

Maybe.
Right now, I'm gonna eat.

Bup, dining room
don't open till 6:00.

You might try the saloon.
It don't never close.

Oh,
will you keep this?

Oh, yeah,
that will be 25 cents.

When did that start?

Oh, never mind.

What will it be?

Oh, maybe
you can help me out.

I'm looking for
a friend of mine named...

Ed Farrell.

Hello, Jonesy.

Hello, Ed.

How are you?

I'm fine,
just fine.

That's good.

How is Matt?

He isn't coming.

Why not?

Well...

He send you
in his place?

Because if he did,

I'm gonna k*ll you, too,
Jonesy.

Matt's dead.

Has been
for a long time now.

So you see, Ed,
there's nothing
for you to do.

It's done.

You ever been in
Yuma Prison?

Any wheres near?

You can smell it,
Jonesy.

Fifty miles off
you can smell it.

It's a rotten stinkin' hole,
that's what it is.

And that's where
they put me.

What are you saying
and why?

Why? On account of
Matt Sherman,
that's why.

On account of him,

and what he did
to my boy.

Look, what had happened
I told you--

Jonesy...

it cut me
half in two,

k*lling little Mike.

Letting them cows
run him down,

tramplin' him
into the dirt.

Five years I carried
that sight.

I couldn't lose it.

I'd dream about it
all night.

Night after night
after night,

and then I took to liquor,
that didn't help.

Then I took to fighting,
anybody, anywhere.

Mean,
they call me, loco.

Down to Laredo, I...

I near k*lled a man,

and they put me
in Yuma, 10 years.

I'm real sorry,
Ed.

Why?

For me sitting in that hole


thinking about Matt Sherman,
what he'd done?

And I made up my mind

that I was gonna k*ll him,
make him pay.

So when I got out, I come up
here and I wrote that letter.

Every day since then I--
I've been sitting here...

waiting for him to come
through those bat wings.

And now, you come...

you come
and you tell me he's dead.

You're lying, Jonesy!
You're lying to me!

No lie.

You know me
better than that.

I was there, right there
when Matt died.

Slim and I dug his grave,
and we put him in it.

There's a nice
marker there, too.

You don't lie about
things like that.

No, I guess you don't lie
about things like that.

You don't lie about
someone you love.

You loved him.

I hated him.

Now we've both
been cheated.

Yes, if that's the way you
want to feel about it.

No, wait.

Don't go,
Jonesy, sit down.

I guess I was wrong.

Fifteen years
I've been carrying it.

Now you come,
tell me he's dead.

I'm glad you come,
Jonesy.

Thanks.

Maybe I can live
with myself again.

Now you sound like
the Ed Farrell I used to know.

Yeah, I'm glad
you come, Jonesy.

It reminds me
of the old days.

Them trail drives.

Tell me, you still as bad
a cook as you always were?

Worse.

At least that's
what Slim and Andy say.

Andy?

Oh, yes,
Matt had another boy.

You wouldn't know
about that.

Oh.

But that--

that Slim, he,

I reckon
he'd be about 28 now.

Yeah, 28, a full-blown man,
dead ringer for Matt.

He's doing a fine job
running the ranch.

Picked up right
where Matt left off.

Yeah, yeah,
he'd do that, all right.

Dead ringer, huh?

Twenty-eight.

It's the same age
as my boy would've been

if Matt Sherman
had let him live.

Ed, I thought
you said that--

Jonesy, I got it in my mind
to k*ll Matt Sherman.

Now that boy of his
that looks just like him...

he'll do fine.

He'll do just fine.

Now you go on back
and tell him,

you tell that Slim,
Jonesy, that I'm coming.

He won't know when
but I'm coming.

Sooner or later,
one of these days,

I'm gonna ride onto that ranch
and I'm gonna k*ll him,

just like his old man
k*lled my boy.

Now get.

Hey, mister.

Looks like you could've bitten
off more than you can chew.

What are you
talking about?

You know what I'm talking
about, Ed Farrell.

I heard you jawin'
with him in there.

He a friend of yours?

Not likely.

I don't make
many friends.

My name is Tanner,
Joe Tanner.

I imagine
you've heard of me.

No.

Don't play
the hayseed with me.

I've been trailing him
ever since Arizona.

I don't intend
to lose him now.

Lose him?

Look, I got
a lot of troubles of my own.

You're going to have
a lot more trouble,
you get in my way.

There's $500 reward on Farrell's
head, I intend to collect it.

$500?

You sound
like a bounty hunter.

That's right, mister.
You guessed it.

You mean,
you didn't know Farrell's

wanted for jail breaking
and m*rder, huh?

No.

What are you hanging
around him for then?

He threatened to k*ll
a friend of mine.

The marshal here
is a good man,

let's go talk
to him right now.

I don't split bounties
with no law men.

Now you open your mouth
to the law or anybody else,

and I'll close it
for you permanent.

Listen, mister--

You listen.

You're so worried about
your friend's health?

You better start worrying
about your own.

Now you climb on that stage
that's going out of here

and don't you come back.

You forget you ever
saw me or Farrell.

Hey, Sam,
wait for me.

All right,Jonesy.

I'm telling you, Slim,
that's all there was to it.

I saw Ed Farrell,
told him about your pa,
and I came home.

And he didn't say anything
or do anything?

He said he was sorry.

Sorry he wrote the letter
or sorry Pa's dead?

Well, both.

You have to understand
a fella like Ed Farrell,

kind of a man
he is.

When I told him about your pa,
all that bitterness

and the hatred
just seemed to drain out.

You must remember
that Ed Farrell

and your pa
were friends.

And I don't believe
that he meant anything

that he wrote in
that letter.

He's a lonely man,

and he's got the death
of his own son eating at him.

When he heard about your pa,
he seemed to get lonelier.

But seeing me
helped some.

We talked about old times
and things we used to do.

Oh, when I left there,
he shook hands.

Yes, sir, he shook hands
and apologized.

Thanks, Jonesy.

I'm glad I went.

Me, too,
Jonesy, thanks.

Oh, when you get ready,
come out and look at the cows.

I took real
good care of them for you.

Well,
I'll be right there.

[ g*nshots ]

That's better.

All right,
try it again.

And remember what I told you,
don't aim, just point it.

Just like you were
going to point your finger.

All right,
try it again.

Jess,
why don't you try?

Nice trip, Charlie?

Yeah,
just the usual, Jonesy.

What's new in Casper?

Nothing.

Should there be?

Well, no.

Seems to me I heard
there was some sort of trouble,

a bounty hunter
got in a g*n fight

or something
like that?

Oh, nothing like
that ever happens in Casper.

Ben Brown's too good a marshal
to allow anything like that.

Yeah.

- Got any coffee?
- In the kitchen.

Good.

Oh, here, a letter for Slim.
Give it to him for me.

Sure.

Casper.

Farrell.

Sure is a pretty night.

Ah,
smell that spring air.

I didn't smell any
spring air in there

while I was doing
the dishes.

You sure can out here.

You know what?

I bet you fish are just
a-jumpin' tonight

in them streams
back in the hills.

I bet a fella could
find a shady spot,

throw in a line and lie back,
daydreaming

and before he knew
what had happened,

he'd be just covered
with fish.

Well, when I was
coming back from Casper,

I saw some of them
streams so full of fish,

there was hardly
room for water.

Bobcats and jackrabbits
were running across them

and hardly getting
their feet wet.

Jonesy, are you sure
you haven't been nippin'?

Not a drop.
You know I don't drink.

If you don't believe
what I've been telling you,

why don't you go
see for yourselves?

Why, the way
Andy likes to fish,

I think you two should
take a holiday together.

What do you think,
Jess?

Sure,why not?

And Jess and I can
take care of the place.

So you see
there's nothing to stop you.

Besides, I'd like some trout
occasionally for breakfast.

How about it, Slim?

I don't know, Andy,

there's so doggone much
work to do around here.

No, there ain't.
Jess and I can manage.

So go ahead,
take all the time you want,

a week or more.

It'd be good for you,
two brothers out together.

You think you two could
take care of the place?

Sure.
No strain at all.

- All right, we'll do it.
- Yahoo!

Let's see,
what's today?
Thursday.

The only pressing thing
are the fences.

If we concentrate on those
and get those shaped up,

we can leave
a week from today.
How does that sound?

Wonderful.

Fishing won't be
any good by then.

Might not be
any good at all.

We'll take
our chances, Jonesy.

Well, you can take your chances,
but I'm not.

I can't sleep
for thinkin' of them streams.

Never saw anything
like it.

Now I haven't had any time
off for a while.

I'm pretty tired
from that stagecoach ride.

So I'm going to catch me
some of them fish.

And not next week

when they might be
someplace else.

Tomorrow.

Do you think
he's right, Slim?

I mean, that the trout
might be gone by next week?

Of course not.

There'll be plenty
left for us,
don't worry.

You can go with Jonesy
if you want.

Well, I'll go with you.

I don't mind waiting.

Good boy.
A week from tomorrow.

Let's get some sleep.

Take care of the cows,

and bless you.

You mind?

Are you sure
that fella wasn't in here?

I ain't seen him,
not since last night.

You know, you'd better
have a real good reason

for coming back here,
little man.

I have, Mr. Tanner.

I came to sh**t
somebody.

Yeah?
Like who?

You know who.

I told you I was gonna
take care of that.

But you haven't
and you won't,

not until you sh**t him
in the back.

- Oh, you little--
- I've been doing
some checking up

on you, Mr. Tanner.

And I'm not gonna
sit around

and wait for you
to make your move.

I'm gonna sh**t Ed Farrell
before he shoots Slim.

And that's all
there is to it.

Maybe you don't hear
so good.

Maybe you weren't listening
when I told you

I don't like anybody
interfering in my business.

I'm not gonna interfere,
I'm just gonna do it.

And it isn't your business,
it is my business.

I don't care
about the bounty money.

You're welcome to that.

All right.

All right, little friend,
you got yourself a deal.

- Deal?
- That's right,
that's right.

You go right ahead,
I'm not gonna bother you.

Here,
have another drink.

Thanks.

Any time.

I need it.

Well, there you are.

Ed.

Over here, Ed.

I'm sorry
that I have to do this, Ed.

You hit?

Of course not.
He was wild.

You know him?

Never saw him
before.

Must have me mistaken
for somebody else.

But he was gonna
k*ll you.

Do you want to
press charges?

No.

Poor little man.

Just lock him up a few days,
let him sleep it off.

One ticket
to Sherman station.

Stage leaves
right after lunch.

Thanks,
thanks a lot.

Howdy.

Hi, Charlie.

Sherman station.

This is as far as you go,
mister.

What's he
talking about?

My name is Adams,
Bill Adams.

What the driver means is

this is as far as
my ticket carried me.

Seems my funds
weren't ample to

carry me all the way
to Laramie.

Well, that's too bad, mister.
It's a long walk.

Walk?

Yeah,
I suppose it is.

But what I was
wondering, I--

Well, I mean, I noticed some
fences needed fixing and I--

I'm a good hand
with animals, too.

You looking for a job?

Well, I'm not
much of a walker,

and I thought maybe

if I earned my ticket
the rest of the way...

Well, I'm sorry,
Mr. Adams, but--

Bill.

Yeah, Bill,

we got all the help
we need around here.

Not with Jonesy gone.

It'll only be
for a day or so.

Well, all right.

I'm Slim Sherman.

How do you do?

This is Jess Harper.

- Bill.
- Hi.

- Thanks a lot,
Mr. Sherman.
- It's all right.

You can start
working on that fence
when you get settled.

Jess, show him
where he can sleep.

Sure. Come on, I'll fix
you a cot out back.

Thanks again.

Get your coffee,
Charlie?

I sure did.

But it wasn't so good.

- Hey, where's Jonesy?
- He took off
for the woods.

- Wanted to get in
some fishing.
- Fishing?

Oh, brother, some people
have all the luck.

Fishing...

I sure wish
I was in his shoes.

Help me with the team,
Charlie.

Oh, yeah.

Here's some hot coffee,
Jonesy.

You'll need it.

Thanks, Ben.
Ooh.

You must have put turpentine
on this knot.

It sure stinks.

What you got to say
for yourself?

Not much a man can say
when he's done what I've done.

Have you set a date
for the trial?

Haven't really
thought about that.

Doesn't make
any difference.

Well, Ben,
did he suffer much?

That man suffered
enough all these years.

Tell you the truth,
he didn't feel a thing, Jonesy.

That's good.

Why did you do it?

Had to.

Why?

It doesn't matter.

It's done, that's all
that counts.

Well, I sure hope so,
for your sake as well as mine.

For a man
who don't drink,

you really tied one on
last night.

- I guess I did.
- Oh, sure.

Well, the next time
you get an urge like that,

do me a favor,
will you?

Do your drinking
back in Laramie, not here.

I got enough
to worry about without--

What are you saying,
Ben?

I'm saying that
a man your age

ought to have enough sense
not to take up drinking

and sh**ting up
peaceful communities.

And the next time I catch you
trying it in my town,

I'm gonna lock you up
for a month.

You're gonna
let me go.

If you're sober enough.

Then I didn't
k*ll him?

No, of course not.
You missed him by a good


Lucky?
You know who that man is?

No, and neither do you.
Now you take it from me,
you and whisky just don't get--

- Where is he now?
- Who?

Ed Farrell,
the man I shot.

I mean,
the man I missed.

Gone and I can't say
I blame him.

- When a man--
- Where did he go?

How do I know?
He took the stage.

Which one?

The southbound--
Jonesy, I think that you're--

That man is dangerous.
He's ill and he wants to k*ll--

As I was going to say,
I think you're still
under the influence.

- And furthermore--
- Uh, Ben--

And furthermore, you shouldn't
be running around loose

until you calm down.

I'm perfectly calm.

I'm sorry, Ben,
I won't bother you anymore.

Now you sound like
the Jonesy I know.

You'll let me
out then?

I guess so, Jonesy,
if you're sure you're all right.

Well, I'm sure.

You got your keys?

It's not locked,
just push the door open.

Bye then.

What's the hurry?

Next southbound stage
doesn't leave until tomorrow.

Oh, no.

I got to get back
to the ranch.

The boys need me.

Loan me a horse, Ben.

Jonesy, even when you're in
good shape that's a long ride.

I'll see that you get the horse
back right away.

All right, Jonesy,
I got one I can loan you.

Yeah.

Isabel, get going.

Hurry, get going,
Isabel.

Isabel, get going.

Hurry.
Get going, Is-- Ahh!

Isabel!

Isabel,
come back here!

Hey, you miserable animal,
what did you do that for?

That should be
enough for now.

Help me
take this inside.

Are you coming, Jess?

Right behind you.

Where you two going?

To fetch the cows.

Jonesy would
never forgive us

if we didn't
milk them on time.

He's right, Slim.

I didn't see
any cows.

Oh, they probably wandered up
into the back pasture.

Come on,
grab a load.

[ cows mooing ]

Jonesy sure
has those cows trained.

They're comin' in
all by themselves.

I wish somebody would
make my work that easy.

Say, you don't
suppose that fence

would come in by itself,
do you?

- What fence?
- The one up
in the north quarter.

I got to get up in the morning
and fix the gate on it.

Did I hear something about
some fences needing mending?

Some rusted hinges.

Well, I'll be glad
to help.

Those gates
are pretty heavy.

No, I can take care of it
by myself.

Besides, it's a long way
out there,

and I'm not paying you
to sit easy

on the saddle
half the morning.

Yeah,
that's right.

Hey, Slim.

Where's Mr. Adams?

He's cleaning out
the barns.

But that's
Jonesy's job.

I mean if Jonesy
was here.

What you been doing?

Washing
the breakfast dishes.

I thought that was
Jonesy's job, too.

His turn will come.

I can just feel those fish
pulling on my line right now.

Me too.

I'll be back for lunch.

I'll see you
in a bit.

I'm riding the fence
this morning.

All right.

You're not riding
anywhere

until you help me
with the laundry.

That's Jonesy's job.

Come on.

Hey, stop.

Stop.
Hey, stop.

Hold up there.

Hold there.

Hold up there.

Jonesy?

Yeah, it's me again.

But don't ask me
what I'm doing out here.

I hardly know myself.

We heard back in Helena
you was in all kinds of trouble,

drinking and sh**ting
and carrying on.

That's my business.

It's time to go
get Slim for lunch.

Go ahead, you're
not doing me any good.

Hey.

Bill, are you finished
with that harness?

Bill!

Bill!

Bill!

JOE: Good morning.

You do a nice
line of washing.

You walk
awful soft.

It's a habit you get into
in my kind of business.

Oh. What kind of business
is that?

I had a little deal
with your friend, Jonesy.

What kind of deal?

The bounty on Farrell,
I'm here to collect it.

Yeah. Well, you rode
a long way for nothing.

Farrell never
showed up.

Maybe this will
change your mind.

I heard in town there is
a stranger working out here.

Bill Adams?

Names don't mean much.

Not to him.

Thanks, mister.

Where are you going?

After Farrell.

Come on.

There he is!

You all right,
Jess?

Okay, Slim.

Adams?

No, it's Farrell,
Ed Farrell.

And then that miserable animal
turned around

just as neat
as you please

and trotted off for home
leaving me.

That was 10:00
this morning.

I've been on my feet
ever since.

If I don't
catch pneumonia,

it's gonna be
a miracle.

Jonesy.

Yeah.

For medicinal purposes
only.

Oh, no, no, no.

I prefer pneumonia.

I got some water
heating on the stove.

You take a hot bath
and get into bed, huh.

Yeah, I'll do just that.

Jess, look.

I'll be dad gum.

Jonesy, it's a good thing
you didn't make it on time.

Why?

Well, this barrel's so
full of mud, if you'd fired it,

you'd have
blown your head off.

I never was cut out to be
a hero, that's for sure.

Jonesy, you tried,
and I thank you for it.

Yeah, but I might as well
have stayed at home...

or gone fishing.