01x09 - It Tolls for Thee

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He can't go with her
because she's my wife's
second cousin.

Sharkey.

Hello, Quinn.

Hi, Quinny.
Have a drinky.

I gotta talk to you.

Sure, kid.
Where are the boys?

Take a walk, honey.
We got business.

Oh, you!

Here.
Thanks.

I got some rough news
for you, Sharkey.

Well?

You know that Kalig rode
into town yesterday?

Yeah, I heard.

Great Kalig,
the big brain.

Well, he's all
boilin' over

with a plan
he wants to pull.

It's something real big.

All he'd need to do
is round up a troop.

Where's he gonna get
a troop?

He's a loner.

Heh. Now,
just wait a minute.

I'm tryin'
to tell you.

That's where
the boys are now.

They're meetin'.

You mean my boys?

I come as quick
as I could.

Now, look, Sharkey,
you've been square
with me.

but if you don't
move fast, you're
gonna find yourself

on the hind end
of a double-cross.

Where are they holdin'
this meeting?

Come on.

**

I told you there's
nothin' to worry about.

This Mr. Kalig,
he don't leave nothin'
to chance.

He's got this
whole thing planned out

right down to
a gnat's eyebrow.

I don't know.
Been pretty good with Sharkey.

What do you mean?
A few piddlin' holdups.

If we go along with
Mr. Kalig on this job,

then we ought to be worth
about $20,000 apiece.

20,000?

That's what he said.

Well, yeah,
but this judge--

Garth.

Yeah, Judge Garth.

He ain't gonna be easy
to get next to.

Look, Kalig knows that.

He's got it all
worked out in advance.

First we reconnoiter
the whole thing,

just like in the Army.

Then we time it right
down to a split-second.

So, when we get ready
to take that judge,

why, it'll work so smooth,
his boys won't even know
what happened.

Sharkey ain't gonna
sit still

for us walkin' out
on him.

Look, I told you
Mr. Kalig thinks of
everything.

He's a pretty smart man.

Did you know he once
studied to be a lawyer?

I don't know.
Well, I do.

Is it worth
$20,000 to you?

Yo, Mungo! Cord!

Keep your hands
away from your g*ns.

What are you,
a pack of squirrel brains?

You think I was gonna
let you ditch me

to join up with
that lousy Kalig?

I'll tell you what kind of
a hairpin I am.

I'm gonna give you galoots
a choice.

You take that lousy Kalig
to go take a jump--

Kalig!

All right,
one measly b*llet

solved the problem
of Sharkey!

Anybody else got a problem?

**

This Judge Garth--

you won't be able
to get close to him,

let alone take him.

There's too many hands
ridin' with him
all the time.

The longer we wait,
the tougher it'll be.

This grind's
gettin' me nervous.

Why?
Sharkey.

Just your imagination.

He won't be imagination
when he catches up with us.

You're loco. He's dead.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

That dr*fter I run into
in Thompson Falls--

he swore he saw Sharkey.

And he was very much alive.

And he was ridin' with
eight g*ns to back him up.

Now, you know he must be
huntin' for us.

Well, either he was lyin'

or he saw someone
looked like Sharkey.

I didn't come along
to watch you play
with a spyglass.

It lets us look
around the problem

rather than
jumpin' in blind.

When do we jump?!

When I say the time
or the place is right.

And if you don't like it,
you can shut up or get out.

**

Hyah! Hyah!

Don't worry, Judge.
Molly isn't coming
to the station.

She sent me to pick up
the newsprint.

She could've
wrecked my whole plan
showin' up right now.

Yeah.
I left her wrestling
with an editorial

and counting
circulation noses.

Nice, healthy load you're
shipping to California.

Oh, yes. Took most of them
more than a year
to fatten up.

Well, Mr. Bemis,

I see the musicians
made it all in once piece.

So, that's what
chamber musicians
look like, huh?

The best money can buy.

That's real dog--

bringin' in an orchestra
all the way from Chicago

just for Molly's
homecoming party.

Molly's heard the best
music in New York.

The Judge ought to have
brought in one of them
French bands from Paris.

Maybe some of those
can-can dancers
from the Folies Bergère.

Oh?

Uh, Molly told me
about them.

All right,
keep the beef movin'!

We don't want
to be here all day!

Hey, Virginian.

What do you want?

What do I want?
I want my job back.

Not a chance, Jaeger.

Why not?
I'm as good a cowhand

as you got in your
whole danged outfit.

Sure you are.
But that's got
nothin' to do with it.

I fired you for being
drunk on the job,
and that's that.

That's a lie.

It's the truth.

What's more,
I gave you two chances.

Stay sober for a month
and then come and talk
to me about your job,

and I might take you back.

Now, get out of here.
We're busy.

Hey.

You ain't gonna
get away with this.

You certain Molly
didn't suspect anything?

Oh, no, not a thing.
I told her I was having

a private little
dinner party tonight,

to spruce up
in the latest fashion

just to see what
New York was wearing.

Why, was she crying?
No, no.

But you know the ink
in her blood.

It's hard to keep
anything from her.

Well,
here's my newsprint.

$5 a ream.

Steve! h*, Steve!

Get the artists
squared away in the rigs.

Can I ride out
with 'em, Judge?
No.

Why, you want to
beat the other boys
to the bathhouse?

Yes, sir.

All right.
Tell Betsy to stay
out of their hair.

All you chamber men,
right in here!

All right, some of you
can get in this one.

What's the matter, Eddie?

Steve'll have a head start
getting spruced up.

Get that beef aboard!

Takes me a long time
to get curried proper.

The beef, Eddie!

Can I get off now?
Ask the Judge.

Well, you're the foreman.
Nope.

Aww.

I just gotta get
this hay shorn off

if I'm gonna dance
tonight.

Girls don't like
broomtails.

All right, Eddie,
go on over to
the barbershop. Here.

Get me a bottle of
that there cologne, too.

**

**

Are they really
from Chicago, Steve?

They really are.

Your father says
not to bother them.

Gentlemen...

I'd like to make you
acquainted

with Miss Betsy Garth,

daughter of Judge Garth.

Right this way, gentlemen.
Right this way. Come--

Yah-hah!
Hah! Hah! Yah-hah!

Oh.

No!

Betsy, you help 'em!

* Come, all you old-timers

* And listen to the song

* I'll make it short
and not keep you long *

* I'll tell you
about the time *

* You all remember well

* When Judge Henry Garth drove
a beef herd up the trail *

* If you ever meet the Judge

* Gotta meet him
on the square *

* He's the biggest cow boss

* That ever tramped
out there *

* If you want
to hear him roar *

* And spin a lively tale

* Just ask him
'bout the time *

* Trampas went up

* The trail

I'll bet you
a month's pay

I get the first dance
with her.

After the Judge,
I mean.

I don't want
to take your money.

Trampas, you been
hoggin' that tub
long enough.

I hope those
eastern pilgrims haven't
changed her much.

There's only one mustang
that'll ever change her.

Me.

Hey, Steve,
I'll give you two bits

for that hot water.

I got two bits,
and it's gettin' cold.

You know, all the important
people been invited tonight.

And us.

You don't ever hear
of any other boss

invitin' his cowpokes
to a fancy jamboree.

You don't hear
of other cowpokes
who got a boss like us.

Yo.

Whoa, partner.

Eddie, what'd you do
with my cologne?

I put it
right over there.

* Come,
all you old-timers... *

Hey! Wah!

Hey!

Ohh!

Ha ha ha!

Ow!

**

**

Molly!
Hello!

You're right on time!

Dear Judge!

Whoa. What a
beautiful gown.

You like it?
Oh, just beautiful.

Come into the house.

Welcome home,
Molly!

Welcome home, Molly.

Oh, Molly...

you're beautiful.

Well, look at you.
Turn around.

Oh, the word for you
is "sophisticated".

That's the word, Betsy.

Well, Miss Sophisticated,
you mind if I'll
borrow Molly?

Well, what about
the people--

Shh! Uh, will you
look after our other
guests, please?

Excuse us, please.

Come on.

Just a private little
dinner party.

Judge, you're wonderful.

Magnificent!

Why, I never saw
a display like this
in New York.

Well, now, gentlemen,

may I present
Miss Molly Wood

of the Medicine Bow
Banner.

Mr. Drummond of
the Denver Times.

How do you do?

Mr. Nelson of the
Kansas City Star.

It's an honor,
Miss Wood.

And Mr. Stone of
the Chicago News.

This is indeed
a pleasure, Miss Wood.

You're not impressed.

Oh, I'm overwhelmed, but...

But what?

Oh, Judge dear, I just met
Joseph Pulitzer in New York.

Pulitzer?

Well, Miss Wood,

you're certainly coming up
in the publishing world.

But I think you might
still put up

with the three giants
of Western journalism

come all the way to Shiloh
to welcome you back
to Wyoming,

in spite of Mr. Pulitzer.

Oh, gentlemen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean--

Oh, dear.
Oh, please forgive me.

Perfectly natural,
Miss Wood.

After all, there's only
one Joseph Pulitzer.

I guess it must've gone
to my head too much

when he invited me east.

I thought you went
to New York to get
a personal story

on Nellie Bly.

Well...she was one of
the two reasons.

What was the other?

You.

Pulitzer's interested
in your life.

Ha ha!

Why?

Let me tell you
why, Judge.

You're a symbol
to him,

a phase of Americana
he loves.

He simply wants to tell
his readers all about you.

Well, Molly, it's...

very complimentary,

but I'm no
public figure.

He thinks you are.
I do, too.

I think it would,
if I may coin a cliché,

put a feather
in Miss Wood's cap

if she could give
Joe Pulitzer this interview.

No, Molly. I've got
a long way to go

before I qualify
to be written up by
a New York newspaper.

Pulitzer asked me
to talk to you about--

Judge, your guests
are waiting.

No one starts
without you.

Well, this is what
I've been waiting for.

Molly, gentlemen,
shall we join
the music lovers?

You're right, Your Honor.

Now's the time
for all good men

to come to the aid
of the party.

You forgot your watch.

No, I think not.

It belong to any
of you gentlemen?

No.
Not mine.

Couldn't afford
one like that.

It's yours.
Take it.

Is this a bribe?

Read the inscription.

"To Henry Garth,
the man on the horse--

from one who envies you.
Joseph Pulitzer."

What did he mean,
he envies me?

He envies what you are

and what
you've accomplished.

He said, "This man Garth
has triumphed

where so many others
might have failed."

He called it a timepiece
of admiration...

from a newsboy
to a cowboy.

And what does the newsboy
want of the cowboy?

Well...

he wants
the personal story

of the last of
the cattle kings,

who's feeding this nation
by the power of the g*n.

"Power of the g*n"--
was that your idea?

No. He suggested it
for a theme.

I'm surprised he thinks
we still live by violence
out here.

I suppose,
Judge, he figures,
like most people,

that this is
still wilderness...

and violence, at times,
is necessary.

Well, in my youth,
fightin' for survival

could caseharden
a ballet dancer.

But we're
not savages today.

I think most of us
have come to understand

that when a man kills,
he kills part of himself.

When a man dies...

part of every man dies.

"It tolls for thee."

Where did you
learn that?
From Molly.

She gives me books
and makes me read 'em.

He's taken a fancy
to John Donne.

Well, we can all do
with a little John Donne.

Would show Mr. Pulitzer
how wrong he is.

We don't live
by the g*n.

All well and good, Judge,

but Pulitzer
is not entirely wrong.

Every man has
his breaking point,
whether it--

Not if you've decided
not to break.

"From the newsboy
to the cowboy."

Heh heh!

Shall we join
the cowboys?

**

Thank you.

Molly?

May I have
this dance?

Hold your fire!

It could've been Sharkey.

Uhh!

He knew I was
on lookout tonight!

Who's supposed
to relieve you?
Mungo!

It's Cord's turn!
I've done mine.

Well?

How long you gonna stand
by his jumpy g*n?

Oh.

How many people
in Judge Garth's party

coming back from town?

Plenty. He's throwin'
a real fancy feast.

You should see all
the victorias and landaus--
all kinds of phaetons.

Fancy as a governor's
turnout.

**

Another two bits
I get the first dance
with her--

after the Judge?

Ha ha ha.

Stay put, everybody!

I don't want anybody hurt!

Everybody in the house!
Don't move!

I want just one man.

You're drunk.

That's right, Judge.

I was drunk when he fired me,

and I'll be drunk
when they hang me.

But I'll be the last cowpoke

you kick off of your spread.

Get away!

**

Before I go back to town,

I want you to stop
acting like a little boy

and talk to him.

If it weren't for him,
you would've k*lled
that drunk.

You've proved the Judge's
whole stand against violence.

That stubborn fool.
He just won't bend.

What's he waiting for?

Your apology.

He's crazy.

**

There's a female
in the bunch.

Let's see.

That female pretty?

Not as pretty
as Judge Garth.

What are we waitin' for?

**

Quinn says it's all clear.

Take your position.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Cord?
Yeah.

You were a minute late.
As soon as you seem them
reach this spot,

you gotta burn leather
to give me a hand,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

These tactics have to
work like clockwork.

Hey, Sharkey?

Yeah.

Don't you think we've
wasted enough time?

No, I don't.
You got something
better to do,

you do it.

I just figured
with all this time,

we might do
a couple of jobs

and do ourselves
some good.

Just don't get itchy.

First I'm gonna get Kalig.

Then we're gonna do
ourselves plenty good.

You think I'm gonna
let him get away with
what he done to me?

Hey, that looks
like Smitty.

What'd you find out?

Our tip was right,
boss.

You found him?
Well, not exactly.

But he was seen
last Saturday night

in Medicine Bow,
in the saloon.

You're sure?

Oh, that hat,

that big mustache,
that long duster.

The bartender
recognized him right away,

just as I described him.

Who was he with?

Five or six men,
the bartender said.

It was him, all right.

Looks like
we hit paydirt.

Mount up.

**

All right,
get 'em started.

Whoa!

What's spookin'
the cattle?

I don't know.
We'd better get
down there

and head 'em off.
Yo.

Move!

Kalig?

Martin Kalig.

I sentenced you
to ten years.

But I only served
three months.

Now, why don't you
write that note?

Answer's still the same.

Oh!

Just grazed him.

The next one's gonna
shatter the bone.

**

Got a letter for you.

Ah, good.
Where's the Judge?

Well, he went ridin'
with you.

We had a little trouble
with the cattle.

Something spooked 'em.

Maybe he was hurt.

No, nobody got hurt.

I figure he must've
gone to the other side
of the draw.

Check for stragglers.

I am held
for ransom.

Is anything wrong?

Do not discuss
this with anyone.

Follow instructions.

Don't let the law
suspect your part.

Proof of my well-being will
be tendered before payment.

Lose no time taking
my letter of authorization
to the bank.

Judge Henry Garth.

Who gave you this note?

A man rode up
and left it for you.

Who?
I don't know.

Some stranger.
Are you goin' lookin'
for Daddy?

Sure. Sure, Betsy.

But this stranger--
what did he look like?

Something is wrong.

No, it's
a personal matter.

Got all mixed up
in a personal matter.

Look, it'll just take me
a minute to saddle up.
I want to go with you.

You'd better not, Betsy.
I'm gonna take
the rock shortcut.

It'll be a little rough.
Don't you worry.

I'll be back
with your daddy
in time for supper.

**

Yes, this is Judge Garth's
firm script,

and it does authorize me to
pay you a specific amount,
but--

I'm signing a receipt,

just as Judge Garth's
letter has indicated.

Oh, uh, I think I'd better
go along with you.

Well, the Judge doesn't
want it that way.

The only way I'm going
to turn over $100,000
in cash

is to personally see
that he gets it.

**

There's the receipt.

That's far enough.

Don't try
turnin' around again.

This all the money?

Where's Garth?

I'll count it.

It's here.

Can we get goin' now?

Garth isn't going back
with you.

**

We'll we'd be able
to track him if we knew
where to begin.

Look up there.

It's him.

**

Judge has been
kidnapped.

100,000 cash.

We know.
The whole town knows.

Mr. Larkin's
pretty sore at you

for pullin' a g*n on him
when you took the money.

When we left, the sheriff
was just gettin' together
a posse.

Where's the money?

They got it.

Where's the Judge?

Got him, too.

How come they didn't
k*ll you?

The Judge knew I'd live,
or he never would've
risked my neck

bringin' in the money.

Why'd they let you
ride off?

My job is to stop
the sheriff.

They've dumped Garth's life
in our laps--

ours and the law's.

As long as they're not chased,
he'll stay alive.

Give me your g*n
and carbine.

What are you
gonna do?

What do you think?
Come on.

That may be askin'
for the Judge's funeral.

Not if I'm careful.
The way I got it figured,

they were headed
in the direction of
the Big Hole Mountains.

That'd be the place to
hide out, all right.

I'll follow 'em, but I gotta
stay far enough behind

so they don't know it.

Sure. I suppose you think
you're gonna take 'em
single-handed.

We're goin'.

I'm goin', too.

Not you, Eddie.
High-tail it back to town

and tell the sheriff
what we have to do.

Well, yeah, boss, but--

You make sure
he keeps out of it

or the Judge's life won't be
worth a plugged nickel.

**

Come on.

Everybody here?

All right,
let's get started.

Sheriff Buford!
Sheriff Buford, wait up!

Hold the posse! Wait up!

Sheriff, you gotta
hold up the posse.

**

Now they got the Judge
and the money both.

Oh, that's fine.
Just fine.

It's not
the Virginian's fault.

The way it happened--

Never mind, boy.
While we stand here yappin',

they're gettin' further
and further away.

All right,
let's get started.

Hold on, Sheriff.
I didn't finish tellin' you.

There's nothin'
more to tell, boy.

Sooner we get started,
the sooner we bring
the Judge back.

That's exactly wrong.

That's the one thing
the Virginian told me
to tell you.

Positively you're not
to go after him.

Not to go after him?

That's right.
The Virginian said--

He said if they even smelled
a posse comin' after 'em,

the first they're gonna do
is to put a b*llet
in the Judge's head.

Now, you gotta
stay out of it.

He was firm about it.

All right, suppose
I stay out of it.

Just suppose I do.
What guarantee have we got

that the Virginian can bring
the Judge back in one piece?

You've got no guarantee
at all, Sheriff.

But the danger
to the Judge is clear.

You're darned right
it's clear.

The posse goes after Kalig,
and the Judge is a dead man.

You hold off,
maybe he's got a chance.

Yeah. It makes sense,
doesn't it?

At least until
you hear something.

All right, 24 hours.

But if I don't hear by then,
I'm goin' after him.

Keep yourselves handy.

**

I'd better get back
to the ranch.

I'm going with you.
I don't want Betsy
to be alone...

in case there's
bad news.

He didn't say where
Kalig was headed,
did he?

I think we can get him
to tell us.

Get the boys.

**

If they do reach
the Big Hole Mountains
without gettin' stopped,

they just might nigh
disappear--

never would find them.

Maybe they won't harm
the Judge.

Maybe they'll just
be holding him

until they're far enough
along to feel safe,

and then let him go.

**

Oh!

I ain't gonna tell you.

Where's Kalig?

I got a notion
might hurry this thing up.

Bring her over here.

Not him! Her.

Now, listen, young lady,

we ain't foolin'.
I'm gonna count to three.

Then I'm gonna start layin'
this across your back

until you tell me
where Kalig is.

One...

two...three!

No!

She don't know nothin'.
Don't. I'll tell you.

They're on their way to
the Big Hole Mountains.

That's what
the Virginian said.

They're headed for
the Big Hole Mountains.

Good.

Why didn't you
say so before?

It's Judge Garth.
Kalig has got
Judge Garth,

and we don't
want him hurt.

All right, let 'em go.

I don't know
this Judge Garth.

But it doesn't matter to me
two cents' worth
what happens to him.

All right, let's go.

**

Our best bet is
to work our way around
and flank 'em.

Hold on a minute.
You try to flank 'em,

you're liable to
lose 'em entirely.

I say we go
straight ahead.

And I say, as long as
you tag along,

you're takin' orders--
both of you.

I didn't say a word.

You heard me, Trampas.

I don't want you accidentally
running into 'em

and finding a dead judge.
Come on.

**

You ride like
a cavalryman.

Yeah, I deserted
from a cavalry...

after absconding with
the colonel's wallet.

And his watch, too?

"To Henry Garth,
the man on the horse--

"from one
who envies you.

Joseph..."

Pew Is that it?

Pulitzer.

What'd you get this
in exchange for?

A stock market tip
on beef?

I asked you a question.

What did he envy you?

Your money?

He was in
the cavalry, too.

Loved horses,
wanted to be a cowboy.

I wanted to be a Marine.

So, I enlisted
under an assumed name,

and I wound up in Korea,
fighting in 1871.

But right after
I busted out of prison--
the one you put me in--

I proved myself
on the field of honor

by killin' a leatherneck.

The sum depressed me.
A measly $400.

We're bound to
run into Sharkey
if we ride back to Idaho.

Two hours before I was
due to be ex*cuted,

I succeeded in crushing
the scull of a sergeant.

An old-time sergeant.

Then I shipped out
on a clipper.

Let's head south.

Don't you want the Judge
to hear my memoirs?

None of us will hear anything
if meet Sharkey head-on.

I say let's
burn track south!

You got your cut.
Why don't you
ride out alone?

You know, I've always
been interested
in the arts.

Especially the art
of abduction.

And I figured one of
the oldest crimes
in civilization

could be pulled off
if I could find
the right man.

And I have that honor
'cause I sent you to prison?

Heh. Revenge?

That's an inhuman word
for small minds.

I figured you were
the only man

whose signature could
bring me $100,000 in cash.

You know
why I sent that note?

Because you weren't
ready to die yet.

Well, you shouldn't
have any regrets.

Just one.
Not hangin' me.

You know, the kidnapper
that collects the ransom,

then kills his victim,

is a fool.

He merely intensifies
the search.

I'm your insurance,

so long as you're
geographically safe
from pursuit and ambush.

It's a pleasure
to exchange ideas.

My companions here

have made conversation
a lost art.

What if the posse
rushes us right now?

The insurance lapses,
and you run.

It's as simple as that.

Not to me it ain't.

We're askin' for trouble
as long as he's alive.

As long as I'm alive,
no one will try anything.

Well, I'm not waiting
for 'em to try.

Get his g*n.

All right,
let's mount up.

**

It's Mungo.
b*llet in his chest.

Where's Kalig?

Where's Kalig?

**

Aren't you gonna thank me
for saving your life?

Rope him.

Lizzie Borden
took an ax

and gave her mother
40 whacks.

When she saw
what she had done,

heh, she gave
her daddy 41.

You comfortable,
Judge?

Hey, not too tight,
boys, not too tight.

He's gotta spend
a long night here.

Heh.

Tell me, Your Honor,

what do you despise
more than anything else?

Violence.

Still your favorite
subject, huh?

I'll never forget
the sermon you gave
that day.

And I quote--

"The long, shrill cry
of the criminal
will not stop

"until all humanity
realizes

that viciousness
is only for animals."

How's that?

Word for word.

But empty words.

They seem to have made
an impression.

I remember another speech
you made about, uh...

man's breaking point.

Seems a lot of things
have lingered with you
since that day.

They sure have.

Especially the fact

that you built an empire
out of violence.

Oh, boy. True blue
Judge Garth, huh?

What a joke on the ants
that look up to you.

Don't they know
that you wear that halo

because you can afford to?

If you didn't
have that ranch,

if you were
a saddle tr*mp,

that you would revert
to the savage

that's buried very deep
inside of you?

Oh, there are
some forms of violence

that are forced upon us,
such as, uh--

When will you crack
and try to k*ll me?

k*lling you will have
to be legal surgery.

Surgery?

Slicing you
from the body of man...

by law.

All flesh is grass,
Your Honor,

and one's job is
to cut out the rot.

Anyway, don't you
ever feel remorse?

If you mean an apparition
of the slain party...

no.

I've tried all kinds
of criminals.

Some of them express...
regret.

Regret?

There's no thought
in the m*rder*r,

as the poet
and the romanticist
would have you believe.

I remember my grandfather's
bedtime story

when I was a kid.

He was from Salem,
Massachusetts.

He heard
Dan Webster's argument

that any
unpunished m*rder

took something away
from the security

of every man's life.

He actually
believed that.

A beautiful thought,
but, uh...

basically dishonest.

I feel sorry
for your grandfather.

You know,
I'll never forget
the look on his face

when I told him goodbye.

He caught me takin'
his life savings.

Heh heh.

Good night, hypocrite.

**

**

Hey.

You'd better get
to sleep.

Yeah.

I keep talkin' to myself
about that misunderstanding

between the Judge and me.

What good's
that gonna do you?

You ought to get to sleep
so we can get up early

and start
followin' them again,

or we're gonna
lose 'em.

Wouldn't you know
he'd get himself
into a deal like this,

just when he and I ain't
even on speakin' terms?

You'd better get some sleep,
or you and the Judge may
never be on speakin' terms.

**

You didn't eat much.

I've been
thinkin' all night
what Mungo said.

Maybe Sharkey
is alive.

I don't want to hear
any more talk
about Sharkey.

You just concentrate
on the Judge.

Anybody tries to bother you,
blow his head off.

Do you understand?
That is all you have to do--
concentrate on the Judge.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

That judge
looks like he's up.

Good morning.

I said good morning.

I'll never forget
the indignities

I was subjected to
in court that day,

that you called me
a sadistic mongrel.

You, masquerading as
a moral high priest

of righteous justice.

Calling me a parasite.

Well, I believe in
starting the day off
sociably.

Quinn.
Yes, sir.

Bring the Judge
some breakfast.

**

You know this river?

Intimately.

You own it?

Not this one.

And it's deep.

Swimmin' alongside the horses
won't be difficult.

You try anything
in that water,
you know what'll happen.

I know what'll happen
when we reach
the other side.

Wrong! You still got
a couple of days left.

Couple of days?

Maybe even three.

Big Hole Mountains, eh?

Some of my best friends
are buried in Idaho.

I'll let you write
your own epitaph.

I'll leave that to you.

We'll collaborate on it.

What are we waitin' for?

Give the animals
a breather before we swim.

I ain't askin' you.

Well, it's
a stupid question!

You tryin' to get me
to sh**t you?

Why, if it wasn't
for me,

100 lawmen would be
boxing you in right now.

You know, I always wanted
to hit a judge.

Kind of a warm feelin',
ain't it?

All right, let's get wet.

**

Came from over there!

The insurance
has lapsed.

Kalig!

Kalig!
That's Sharkey!

You shouldn't have been
so stingy

with those b*ll*ts, Kalig!

One wasn't enough!

You stick
with the Judge.

Cord, take
the right flank.
Come on.

Heh.

You the only one left?

Yeah. Me and Kalig.

And Sharkey?

He won't
bother you no more.

How about the men
on the plain?

They're
a godsend.

How many up there?

I don't know.

You know they're gonna
hit us next, don't you?

I don't think so.

Judge, why don't you
yell up there that
you're all right?

You heard
Mr. Kalig!

I'm all right!

Can you hear me?!

I hear you, Judge!

I'm still
in one piece, son!

They're my hands.
They won't bother you.

I think I'll make it
official.

Hey, you cowpokes!

You're using your heads!

Now, you make sure
nobody else bushwhacks us

and keep your distance!

Well,
how about that, Judge?

Now we got a rear guard
to protect us.

Three of us left, huh?

Cord, get their cuts.

Now do you see what
would've happened to us

if we didn't carry
our own insurance policy?

You're a genius,
Mr. Kalig.

Who else would've thought
of keeping the Judge
alive this long?

**

Your cowhands must be
livin' in suspense up there.

If they sh**t,
they risk you.

And if they wait...
they lose you.

Yeah, the losing side's
always full of confusion.

It's a miserable thing
to live in suspense.

It's the life of a spider.

That g*n's c*ck
and aimed right at
the Judge's head.

It's three
against three now.

It's still tricky.
It's gotta be
split-second timing.

What if they wait
for night to cross?

We'd better pray
they don't.

What if they do?
Don't push me, Trampas.

Well, you're the foreman.
You're supposed
to know everything.

We gotta get
closer to 'em.

At least as close
as ten yards.

Trampas, you belly down
to the one

with the brown shirt
on the right.

You, the one
on the left.

I'll take the one
covering the Judge.

That's the one
that's got to count.

I know. His reflex
could trigger his g*n

and blow
Garth's head off.

We've got to fire at
exactly the same time.

How are we gonna do that?
We got no timepiece
or nothin'.

I'll signal.

Too many rocks. We won't
be able to see each other.

Watch for my hat
in the air.

Stick to your target.
Check your g*ns.

**

You know, your daughter
is very fortunate.

Of course, she'll be
well provided for.

But, you know,

I wished you was
my daddy.

That way, I could inherit
your spread, huh?

And get gold watches
from journalists...

who envy me.
Ha ha ha ha!

It's gonna be dark soon.

Then we'll cross.

Your desperate friends
must've snuck down

within aiming range
by now.

Hey, you saddle tramps!

Why don't you come down here
and get a good look?!

One shot out of you,

and the pious brains
of your anointed watchdog

will be blown
from here to Shiloh!

Is this what it all
adds up to, Your Honor?

Sentiment. Loyalty.

Recognition. Justice.

A watch?

With tiny little
non-meaning words on it.

Oh, precious words.

But only to you,
Your Honor.

You know what I think
of your sentiment,

loyalty, and justice?

Yaah!

**

Molly!

Molly!