[ Whip Cracks ]
Jack! Hey! Let's go, Buster! Move!
[ Whip Cracks ]
Beer.
And a bottle.
Ain't much good.
It's all there is.
Uh, will you want anything else?
Just a peaceful hour to drink it in.
Flea-bitten range bums don't usually stop in Lago.
Life here's a little too quick for 'em.
Maybe you think you're fast enough to keep up with us, huh?
[ Chuckles ]
A lot faster than you'll ever live to be.
Yes, sir?
- A shave and a hot bath? - That'll be 90 cents.
Uh, cash.
Well, what I mean to say is that the 90 cents usually comes first.
But, uh, hell, it don't really matter.
Before or after. What's the diff?
[ Mutters ] Yes, sir.
Yes.
There you are.
Oh, um, eau de lilac's only 10 cents more.
Lilac water. Oh, the ladies love it.
Shall we make it an even dollar? Hmm? No.
All right.
Hmm. Yes.
Yes, uh--
[ Mutters ] Holy Moses.
Right you are, gentlemen.
Be right with you. Just-- Just have a chair.
You don't like our company?
What's the matter with you?
I'm speakin' to you, pig shit.
I think he's got some of that pig shit in his ear.
I don't know which smells worse, him or the shit in the bottle.
[ Laughing ]
[ Barber ] Oh, dear! Oh!
What did you say your name was again?
I didn't.
[ Horse Whinnies ]
No. I guess you didn't at that, did you?
Why don't you watch where you're going?
Look at this. It's ruined.
There's no need for all that.
- All what? - If you want to get acquainted, why don't you just say so.
Acquainted? Why, you'd be amusing if you weren't so pathetic.
Just a minute.
I'm not finished with you yet.
You know, at a distance, you'd almost pass for a man.
But you're certainly a disappointment up close, aren't you?
To your feet, ma'am. They're almost as big as your mouth.
- You know what you are? - Mmm?
Just trash.
A bottle of whiskey for courage and the manners of a goat.
You're the one who could use a lesson in manners.
Not from you, whiskey breath.
Let go of me.
Let go!
[ Shrieks ]
Let go of me! No!
Let go of me, you! Put me down!
[ Screaming ]
What are you doing?
[ Gasping ]
[ Spits ] [ Moaning ]
You-- [ Groaning ]
Wh-- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
[ Whimpering ]
[ Moaning ]
[ Panting ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Gasping, Panting ]
My horse.
A room.
Would you like to register, please... s-sir?
[ Footsteps ]
[ Whip Cracking ]
[ Man Groans ] [ Whip Continues Cracking ]
[ Man Continues Groaning ]
[ Whips Continue Cracking ]
Somebody please... help me.
[ Whips Continue Cracking ]
Damn you all to hell.
[ Groans ]
- Good morning. Sleep well? - Yeah.
Say, uh, are you planning to stay--
I mean, keep your room another night?
I'll let you know.
All right. Anything you say. [ Chuckles ]
Mornin'.
♪♪ [ Barber Humming Softly ]
Oh--
I've still got a bath coming.
Nice hot bath comin' right up. Yes, sir.
Uh, M-Mordecai, you put some more hot water in that tub there.
This-- This gentleman wants a bath.
[ Muttering ]
Y-You can hang your clothes right down there on the-- on the-- on the peg.
Now, Miss P's does a nice-- Oh, I'm sorry.
Right this way, captain, sir.
Unless'n you want Mordecai to get them laundered while you're soakin'.
Miss Peekins does a right clean boiled wash.
Uses lye for pants rabbits, she does. No itch, no scratch.
Well, pour the water, Mordecai, before it gets cold.
We want the gentleman to be comfortable.
Well, I, uh, been wantin' to talk to you.
Yeah, I might as well get this stool here...
and set right down and do it, huh?
If that's all right with you, huh?
[ Chuckles ]
Uh, well, what's it about is Billy Borders.
Don't know the man.
Well, you missed your chance, 'cause you shot him yesterday.
Him and Ike Sharp and Fred Morris.
You know, uh, those are just the names in case you're interested.
Well, I'm not really interested, Sheriff.
Well, I can't say I blame you, you know.
Billy, he wasn't a loved man, you know.
And he didn't have much personality.
What he did have was all bad, just bad.
What you're tryin' to say is there's no charge, right?
Uh--
Well, forgive and forget, you know.
That's, uh, our motto. [ Chuckles ]
You dirty bastard.
I'll kill you!
Damn it, Callie! Goddamn!
[ Screams ]
Goddamn it!
Let go of me, you fat lug!
Stop-- Ouch!
Look, tell him I'd appreciate it...
if he doesn't leave town until I talk to him!
[ Sheriff ] Goddamn it! [ Shouting ]
[ Callie ] I'll kill you!
Wonder what took her so long to get mad.
Because maybe you didn't go back for more.
It don't seem to me that we got a choice,
seein' we got no time to send for help,
and further seein' that our sheriff's about as much use as tits on a boar.
Sorry I'm late. Anything happen?
No, no, His Honor's had the floor.
In case you haven't heard it yet,
Stacey Bridges and the Carlin brothers are due to get out of jail today.
- They comin' here? - That's been their plan, according to all reports.
There's no reason to believe they've changed it.
Possibly they've repented their ways.
Preacher, they're gonna burn this town to the ground and you know it.
What we're talking about now is a way to stop them.
We've gotta find that way now and quick.
Well, nevertheless, my conscience will not allow me to be a party...
to the hiring of a professional gunfighter.
Well, maybe you'd like to go out there and stand them off yourself, Preacher.
I'm just a simple man of God.
Well, it's time we unsimplified you, Reverend.
Borders, Morris and Short were professional gunfighters...
on the payroll of the Lago Mining Company...
to protect our interests and the interests of this town,
which are identical.
They stood around drinking beer and looking snotty for a full year.
Then one day before we actually needed the bastards,
they managed to get themselves killed.
So if you've got a suggestion, we'd be delighted to hear it.
Otherwise, take your conscience elsewhere...
while we think about saving your ass.
Land sakes. Where's time gone to?
Miss Peekins' eldest is feeling poorly.
I promised I'd--
If you gentlemen excuse me.
Well, we were talkin' about hirin' a gunfighter.
We don't know anything about that fella there.
We know he took the best we could find to hire like Grant took Vicksburg.
Yeah, with a hidden gun in his lap.
Three for three.
One right between the eyes.
Goddamnedest shooting I ever even heard of.
I still say we're asking for trouble.
Fella like that, what do we know about him?
Who is he? Where does he come from?
- You've got our permission to go and ask him. - [ Laughing ]
Although the last three that tried that didn't fare all that well.
[ Door Opens ] [ Callie ] Let me out!
Damn you! Let go of me, you fat lug!
Get your hands off me! Let go of me!
You bastard!
Hey, come here. What is this?
I was just down there soundin' out that stranger,
when she come in there blastin' away like--
All right, Sam. All right.
Planning to let him get away with this, aren't you?
- Be a little patient, will ya? - Patient?
When you run across a man who's used to having his own way,
you let him have it until he goes too far.
Just what do you consider goin' too far?
I mean, isn't forcible rape in broad daylight...
a misdemeanor in this town?
There's too much at stake to throw away on hysterics now.
Hysterics?
Well, I can remember some hysterics...
one night not too long ago.
- Callie, keep your mouth shut! - [ Spits ]
Morgan, get her out of here.
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
Not while that squinty-eyed son of a bitch is still breathing, you won't!
You wonder if there's a man left in this town!
I mean, one honest-to-God man with a full set of balls!
Well, uh...
why not?
'Cause I'm not a gunfighter.
Well, now. [ Chuckles ]
Don't get fact mixed up with stupid.
You-- You, uh-- [ Sighs ]
Besides, I have nothing against these men.
Who'd you say they are?
Well, Stacey Bridges and his cousins, the Carlin boys.
They-- They worked for the company.
They were, you know, what you call troubleshooters.
You know, just like those three you done in yesterday,
except when they was here before there was lots of trouble.
And they took care of it too, except--
Well, they got too damn big for their britches.
Started pushin' people around and takin' over the town, and we had to--
Had to what?
Uh--
Well, we had to take 'em into custody, that's what.
You know?
I clapped the old bracelets on them myself.
Hey, you won't be wantin' that slab of pie, will ya?
You know what happened, friend,
is they stole a golden ingot out of the mining office down there...
and they hid it under the floorboard of the shack that they lived in.
- Kind of careless of 'em, wasn't it? - Huh?
I mean, does a mining company usually leave gold ingots lyin' around like that?
Well, that does seem a little peculiar, you know.
Matter of fact, Stacey kept bringing that up at the trial all the time,
saying that he was being railroaded.
Yeah. [ Chuckles ] And do you know, that's why they're mad at us.
- Now, I'll tell you what you can do, Sheriff. - What?
- When those boys come back to town-- - Uh-huh?
You just clap the bracelets right on 'em.
- Me? - Yeah.
Well, I might have forgot to mention...
that they were all three passed out at the time, ya know.
Oh.
Look, I'm no lawman.
They just hung this thing on me...
when that young marshal, Duncan, was killed.
He was whipped to death right here in this street.
Bull-whipped. Damnedest thing I ever saw.
Now, why would anybody want to do a thing like that?
Well, I don't know. It wasn't anybody from this town anyhow.
How do you know?
Well, this is a good town, and these are good people.
And look, friend, we sure would like it...
if you'd help us with our problem.
Only problem you've got, Sheriff,
is a short supply of guts.
You people don't need me.
Look.
Place a couple good riflemen on top of that building up there.
Maybe a couple more with shotguns down behind grain bags over there.
A few more on this roof here.
Lookout up there in the bell tower. Maybe a rifleman.
That should just about take care of it.
Well, what would it take to see that through, you know?
- Hmm? - The ambush. What would it cost us?
Sheriff, I don't know as if I really like this town that much.
Well, this is a God-fearin' town.
These are God-fearin' people.
You like 'em, you save 'em.
Look, what if we offered you anything you want?
Anything?
Unlimited credit. That's what it means.
An open charge account with no reckonin'.
Uh, wh-what His Honor's trying to say is...
you got yourself a free hand in this town, friend.
- Any damn thing I want, huh? - Yeah. Go on. Help yourself.
Help yourself! Go ahead. It's my pleasure.
Yes, sir, anything you want that's here,
as best as we can get it for you, we will.
Even if it's some little squaw or a Mex...
[ Chuckling ] to keep your bed warm at night.
Hey, you!
Keep your sticky fingers off them blankets if you're not buyin'.
And keep them kids under control.
- Goddamn savages. - Yeah.
A-And besides, about handlin' that ambush, you know,
everybody in town, more or less, is at your orders.
Here you go.
No, no. No.
Tell him it's all right, hmm?
It's all right.
Anything I want, hmm?
Now, how's that feel?
Not bad. I'll take 'em.
All right, that's three pairs of hand-stitched boots...
and a tooled belt with silver buckle.
Let's see, that'll be-- Five and two, carry the nine--
That comes to exactly--
No charge.
C-Come on now.
I'd like to get all these people a drink.
Yes, sir. One round for the house.
There you are.
This gentleman here is buying a round for the house.
No fair. I ordered one too. Don't I get a glass of beer?
You get a glass of beer right there. Coming up.
There we are.
Now, that's one round for the house, sir.
- Anything else? - Get yourself something.
Oh, thank you very kindly, sir.
I'll have a cigar.
And, uh, smoke it later.
Now, including the smoke, that comes to about $8.50.
There's no charge, Lutie.
- Huh? - You was at the meeting.
Anything he wants in this town, he gets.
You voted on it. I didn't know that meant free whiskey.
Well, everybody's got to put somethin' in the kitty. Right?
[ Sheriff Laughing ]
Right.
About time this town had a new sheriff.
I'm the sheriff?
I'm the sheriff!
[ Laughs ] I-I'm sorry, Sam.
But you looked so comical when he put your badge on the runt.
I'm not a runt anymore. I'm the sheriff.
And the mayor. And I'm the mayor.
Any objections?
No. No, that's fine.
I-I'm the mayor.
I'm the sheriff.
No more, "Mordecai, bring the water.
Mordecai, take the laundry. Clean up the mess."
Hot damn! I'm gonna declare a holiday.
Hot damn!
Wait a minute.
I can't be a sheriff if I don't have a gun.
Is this about the size gun you're lookin' for?
No, that one. That'll do.
Whatever this gent wants, he's to have.
Yes, orders of Mr. Drake and Mr. Allen.
I want every man in the regiment to have one of these nice rifles.
What regiment?
The City of Lago Volunteers.
Never heard of 'em.
Well, you ought to. You're in it.
So are you, you and all of you out there.
I want you all out in the street in 10 minutes for drill.
Well, that's that.
Bridges, you Carlin boys,
don't forget your tickets back here...
to my little hotel.
Don't worry. They ain't loaded.
What about our horses?
We had three good animals.
What do you think you've been eatin' the last six months?
Damn him.
Dogged, I didn't eat my own horse!
That slop he fed us wasn't our horses.
- He just sold 'em to somebody. That's what he done. - Shut up.
- Well, that's what he done! - Shut up!
When we get to Lago, you can have the mayor's horse.
Fried or barbecued.
Well, I guess we walk some.
Old Drake and Allen don't seem to have remembered.
Oh, they'll remember.
One way or another, they'll remember.
All right.
You don't want to get shot.
You don't want your shops or your houses burned.
You don't want your women touched.
You don't want anything to happen.
Except you're afraid to do anything about it.
Or you don't know how.
Hyah!
Yeah! [ Shouting ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Mordecai Shouting ]
Fire!
Shit.
[ Mordecai ] Fire!
[ Mordecai ] Fire! Fire!
- [ Sheriff Muttering ] - [ Mordecai ] Come on! Fire!
Hyah! Come on!
[ Mordecai ] Fire!
Hyah!
[ Mordecai Shouting ]
Fire! [ Gunshots Continue ]
I don't remember lending my wagons to be shot up by those goddamn fools out here.
You're gonna look awfully silly with that knife sticking up your ass.
Hyah!
[ Mordecai ] Fire! Pull those triggers!
Come on, shoot! Shoot!
Bang! Fire!
You still here?
Uh, no.
No, I was, uh-- I was just goin'.
Whoa!
[ Mordecai Laughing ] Whoa.
Damn! Can you do that every time?
Damn right he can. [ Chuckling ]
We're not gonna have a thing in the world to worry about. This is gonna be a picnic!
All right, keep 'em after it, huh?
- Hyah! Giddap! - Hyah!
You men carpenters?
Sí, señor. We do rough fixing.
Could you make some tables, big ones, that a lot of people could sit?
- Like for a church picnic? - Exactly.
Well, you could use sawhorses and one-by-twelves.
Could you have them ready for me by tomorrow morning?
- If we have the lumber. - You'll have the lumber.
- Come on with me. - Vámonos.
- You really plannin' a picnic? - Any objection?
No, just, it's the damnedest thing I ever heard of.
- You haven't heard the funny part. - What's that?
You're furnishing the beer and whiskey. [ Mordecai Laughing ]
- Oh, Preacher. - Good morning, Brother Belding.
Mrs. Lake was just asking about you.
Oh, how is the dear old soul?
She's chipper as a jaybird. I don't know how she does it.
Well, she's got the strength of her faith, Brother Belding.
Praise God. The strength of her faith.
Too bad about your barn. Termites?
There's nothing wrong with my barn. It's sound as a dollar.
Then how come those two Mexs is tearin' it down?
What?
What the f-- you greasy bastards think you're doing to my barn?
Exactly what I told 'em.
[ Mordecai ] We're requisitioning your barn, Belding.
Any objection?
You men can go back to work.
Would you mind tellin' me what the hell's goin' on here?
And you can help out too.
You mean, you want me to help you tear down my barn?
Wait a minute.
Maybe he'd be better use if he'd help us collect...
a few little items we're still missing.
I-Items? What items? What for?
You got the list, Sheriff. Read it to him.
We still need 35 bedsheets,
one barbecued steer...
and 200 gallons of red paint.
Red paint?
We're counting on you for the bedsheets.
- Is there anything else? - Yes, there is.
How long's it gonna take to get everybody out of your hotel?
What?
Everybody out. How long is it gonna take?
Why, I just can't--
I mean, I got eight people living in rooms up there in my hotel.
Now, I just-- Where they gonna go?
Out.
You know better'n to walk into a man's camp and--
What the hell is goin' on?
Well, Stacey, it looks like we got three fresh horses.
Wait a while.
He's got him some snappy duds.
[ Mordecai ] Faster! Fire!
[ Gunshots ] Hey!
[ Mordecai ] Fire! Pull that trigger!
[ Mordecai ] Fire! Fire! Hey!
[ Gunshots Continue ]
[ Mordecai ] Pull that trigger! Fire!
Any improvement?
Some.
Lew and I were thinking maybe we were a little hasty in our decision.
- What do you mean? - Maybe we don't need any outside help to solve our problem.
Hell, Dave, maybe we don't even have a problem.
Every man that ever got sent up went away saying he's gonna come back and get even, right?
Well, think about it.
Can you actually remember anyone comin' back and doin' anything?
I can't think of one. Can you?
The point being, you want to get rid of the gunfighter. Is that it?
Dave, we've gotta, before it's too late.
He's making a mock of this whole town.
Making that little dwarf the sheriff?
Kickin' my own people out of my own hotel?
- Got half of the women in town sewing bedsheets together. - My bedsheets!
Got those Mexicans down there building long picnic tables.
Lutie Naylor barbecuin' a whole damn steer. Some kind of a picnic.
Right here in our own town.
- Sounds pretty good to me. - What do you mean?
It sounds like a good idea, bringin' everything out into the open so we can see it.
Don't you see? This whole thing's all for nothin'.
They're probably all three blind drunk in some Nogales whorehouse right now.
Well, if they're dead drunk in Nogales, we'll know in 24 hours.
Surely we can put up with the man for one day.
No. I say no. He's got this whole town...
so people are beginnin' to turn on each other.
What's the matter, Morgan? Anybody special turn on you?
- Do you want to spell that out, Drake? - Spell it yourself.
I'm not gonna jeopardize everything I've built here...
because some blond bitch in heat threw you out of bed.
- Don't talk to me that way. - I'll talk to you anyway I like!
I'll say anything I have to say as long as I'm running this company.
Well, say it! But you could listen once in a while yourself.
What's the matter, Morgan? You not gettin' your fair share of the profits?
The profits? It's not the profits.
It's just that this whole business has gone sour...
since that deal with that former marshal, Duncan.
Wait a minute. We had no choice in that matter, and you know it.
- Aw, come on! - Wait a minute, fellas--
The big mistake was hiring Duncan in the first place. You did that all by yourself.
- All right now-- Quiet. - Shut up.
We can trust one another.
This whole town had--
had a hand in what happened.
Hell, why do you think Stacey Bridges and the Carlin brothers...
kept their mouths shut all this time?
Same reason everybody else did in this town.
One hang, we all hang.
Now, you just grit your teeth a little bit longer.
The gunfighter stays till I say otherwise. You understand?
Well, there it is, just like he said.
The stranger's got everybody turnin' on everybody.
Being put out in the middle of the night!
That man! [ People Clamoring, Complaining ]
[ Mordecai ] Right here. Okay, folks, put your bags right here in the wagon.
All right, folks. Just put your bags right here in the wagon.
What's going on here?
What the hell does it look like?
They're emptying my whole hotel.
Throwing out payin' guests, right into the street...
just to make room for our new guardian f-- angel.
He likes to be by himself, more or less.
You can see who's runnin' our town now.
He's sitting right over there, Mr. Belding.
If you don't like it, why don't you just go over there and tell him he can't?
[ Chuckles ]
Mordecai.
Someday soon someone's gonna step on your scrawny little neck, you lizard,
and when they do, you're gonna be nothing but a--
See here.
You can't turn all these people out into the night.
It is inhuman, brother. Inhuman!
I'm not your brother.
We are all brothers in the eyes of God.
All these people, are they your sisters and brothers?
They most certainly are.
Then you won't mind if they come over and stay at your place, will ya?
[ Mordecai ] All right, folks, let's go. Put your bags here.
Friends! Friends, don't worry.
We shall find haven for you in our own homes.
And it won't cost you one cent more than regular hotel rates.
[ Woman ] That's ridiculous.
My room ready?
Two connecting rooms. The best in the hotel.
One for entertaining your many new friends in town, and one for sleeping.
If your conscience lets you sleep.
Oh, I sleep just fine, ma'am.
Is that so?
You care to see for yourself?
You tell Mrs. Belding there'll be two for supper.
I like chicken. Fried.
And anything else?
Best bottle of wine in town.
[ Chuckles ]
Remember, he won't be around forever, you little--
[ Whip Cracks ]
[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Horse Whinnies ]
[ Dog Barking ]
Marshal.
Somebody, please... help me.
What do you think you're doing?
You've got to stop this! Let go of me!
Damn you all to hell.
[ Dog Barking ]
- How did you get in here? - Ah-ah!
You had your chance and you missed it.
You're hurting me. What do you want?
Just a little pleasant female company for supper.
- You know what you are? - What?
You're an animal.
You have a way of bringing that out.
Thank you, but I don't eat with dogs.
You might if it's the dog that runs the pack?
Give me half an hour to get ready.
You're ready right now.
I could be readier.
Half an hour.
- You know, actually, I eat like a bird. - Huh.
[ Door Opens ] [ Mordecai ] I got it.
I knew that old bastard Hobart had it in a hole under the store.
- Look. I got it. - Yeah, all the way from France.
Stick a bent knife in that, get the cork out.
Do you have any special request for dessert?
No, I've already taken care of that.
[ Horse Whinnies ]
Can't fix that without a blacksmith or a vet.
Maybe both.
Hell, we'll find neither one out here.
Well, I'll tell you something, Stace.
I think we've been pushin' too hard.
Like as not, all three of these horses could've come up lame.
Hell, I feel pretty lame myself, not being on a horse 12 months in that damn jail.
Back off, Cole. Maybe we ought to leave you and the horse here.
Now, Stace, I didn't mean nothin'.
Hell Stacey, he can ride double with me until we come across somebody.
We'll all need fresh animals.
All right! But quit cryin' about it.
I'll tell you what though.
Soon as they find those bodies back there,
they're gonna have a huntin' party out for us.
And I want time to take one year of my life out of Lago...
before we move on.
How long's that gonna take, you figure?
A lifetime...
for some of 'em.
[ Door Closes ]
- You're out late, Mordecai. - Huh?
And fornication, and sins of the flesh.
That's what's going on under my roof right now while I'm talking to you.
That stranger has taken over my whole hotel...
and thrown good, honest, decent folk right out into the night.
Well, why didn't you stop him, Lewis? You've got a gun.
You shut your fat mouth, Sam.
We're tired of giving you money for doing an incompetent job.
- Don't you talk to me that way! - Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Please! Look at us!
Sweet God, look what's happening to us!
It's just like the preacher says.
That stranger's got everybody at each other's throats.
He's set himself up like a king.
He's got you all snake-fascinated, every damn one of you.
This crazy picnic. Two hundred gallons of blood-red paint.
It couldn't be worse if the devil himself had ridden right into Lago.
Welcome to Lago, you son of a bitch.
Get out of here!
What the--
I'm sorry!
[ Gasps, Screams ]
[ Mrs. Belding Screaming ]
Morg!
Where are you going?
Morg, take me with you!
Morg. Morg!
You better take me with you!
Morg! Where are you going? Morg! Morg!
Don't leave me here! He'll kill me!
[ Grunts ] Let's go. [ Screams ]
Oh, no. Oh!
Oh, no.
Oh.
My beautiful hotel. They promised me that they wouldn't--
Ruined.
A total loss.
Didn't even touch my store.
Uh, look, I want you to watch that pilfering.
I hold you responsible, Sheriff.
I'm not your goddamn sheriff. You.
I'll need one, two, and two up there.
I'll need four boxes from you,
and shovels from you so these people can dig the holes.
Well, um, yes, but I thought perhaps we could--
- Right now. - Yeah.
All right, everyone.
Uh, was you here?
I mean, did you see anything?
Somebody left the door open and the wrong dogs came home.
Huh? Uh, yeah.
Well--
- Get the shovels, will ya? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I, uh, hope you're not gonna blame us for Morgan Allen's stupidity,
because the rest of us here have an agreement with you.
Well, right now I don't feel too agreeable.
Well, um,
maybe a little bonus will make you a little more appreciative.
How little?
$500 a head.
$500 an ear?
Done. Done.
$3,000?
You promised that son of a bitch $3,000...
after what he did to my hotel?
Promising's one thing. Paying's another.
He may just catch a bullet.
Oh, you and Lewis can grab shovels too.
[ Spits ]
I knew you were cruel, but I didn't know how far you could go.
Well, you still don't.
Well, it doesn't matter to you.
I don't know where you're gonna sleep now.
Bodies everywhere. All the rooms are ruined except for our room.
Oh--
Wai-- Wait a minute.
Oh, no!
Oh, no. No!
No! Let go! Let go!
Lewis! Lewis! Don't just stand there!
Let go of me! Let go!
Stop! Look, you don't need me.
Let go! Let go!
Let go of me!
- What are you gonna do with those? - Defend myself.
Against what?
It's no secret what you did to Callie Travers.
- Did? - The other day in the stable.
Well... as I recall,
she enjoyed that quite a bit.
I promise you, I won't.
Well, you flatter yourself, lady.
I flatter myself?
Yeah, I'd love to oblige you,
but a man's gotta get his rest sometime.
Oblige me?
But I'll tell you what.
If you come back in about a half hour, I'll see what I can do. All right?
Why, you low-down, stinking, son of a--
Have you ever heard the name Jim Duncan?
I've heard a lot of things. Why?
He was town marshal here.
He's lying out there in an unmarked grave.
They say the dead don't rest...
without a marker of some kind.
Do you believe that?
What makes you think I care?
I don't know.
He's the reason this town's afraid of strangers.
I was going to warn you about that.
Pretty funny.
What's funny?
You ask me that in a blown-up hotel...
with seven dead men to your credit already?
I was just stopping by for a bottle of whiskey...
and a nice hot bath.
All right. If you say so.
You don't believe me?
Mister, whatever you say is fine with me.
Be careful.
You're a man who makes people afraid, and that's dangerous.
Well, it's what people know about themselves inside that makes them afraid.
[ Door Closes ]
I don't know if we shouldn't mark the grave somehow.
Sam?
I don't see any need.
Ain't likely anybody's gonna cry over 'em anyhow.
You know what to do.
Yes, sir, Captain.
All right.
Everybody grab a brush and start in.
You mean, you want the whole place painted?
Everything.
You can't possibly mean the church, too.
I mean, especially the church.
All right. I'll paint if you say we've got to.
But when we get done, this place is gonna look like hell.
Hello, Lewis.
I want you to go to that meeting with me, Sarah. It's very important.
No.
Not now, not ever.
They are still your neighbors!
Yes, they're my neighbors, and they make me sick.
Hiding behind words like faith, peace, and trust.
Good words. Damn good words.
But we hid a murder behind them.
Won't you never understand, woman?
It wasn't anything we wanted to do.
When Duncan found out the mine was on government property--
just a technicality, really--
he was determined to turn us in.
Wouldn't listen to reason.
Is that why?
Is that really why it happened?
Don't you see, Sarah? They would have closed down the mine.
Do you know what would've happened to this town, then?
Would've been the end of everything that we've worked on.
All of it. All of us. And you too, wife.
Now...
sometimes we have to do what's necessary to do...
for the good of everybody.
That's the price of progress.
And what's the price of a human life, Lewis?
Ask your good friends if they know that.
Oh.
Your damn conscience.
I'll say it's sure taken a hell of a while to bother you.
I'm packing to leave, Lewis.
I won't be coming back.
That's Morg Allen, or what's left of him.
Well, now, what's he doing ridin' around here like that?
He's come back to pay us back for some jail time that was rightfully his,
only he don't know it.
Stacey, help me.
My arm. Help me.
Help me, Stacey.
I'm curious, Morg.
You helped them railroad us,
and you got the balls to come down here and ask us for a favor?
Goddamn, if I don't admire you.
Do something about my arm, Stacey.
Well, I am doing something, Morg--
sitting here watching you bleed to death.
[ Exhales ] St--
Stacey, things have changed in Lago.
You need me.
I gotta tell you about it.
From the looks of your arm, looks like you've run your welcome out in Lago.
And ours too.
What me and the boys want to know is...
how we're gonna pick up 12 months' back pay...
and everything else that's owed us.
- Stacey, for God's sake. - No, no.
For our sake.
Now you can help us, all right, and you can help yourself too.
Now you just give me the combination to that big iron box in the back of your office,
and me and the boys will just-- [ Whooshing Sound ]
sneak in there real quiet like,
take what's ours, bring you the rest, or leave it there safe and sound.
That's up to you.
First, of course, we'll... fix up your arm,
set you over there in the shade with a nice canteen full of water.
You no-good, worthless son of a bitch.
You're probably right about that.
Give me that combination, Morg.
I wouldn't give you the combination to the gates of hell.
[ Gagging ]
Ugh! Dog!
Sure had a lot of blood left in him, didn't he?
Whew!
Two sticks of dynamite'll take care of that iron box. Anyway, we don't need him.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Gunshots ]
- Dan, you hit? - I don't know.
I don't think so.
Damn near tore my leg off!
Who the hell is that?
Must be Dave Drake.
What in the hell did you hit?
[ Gunshots ]
- Keep shootin', damn it! - He shot my ear off!
Somebody up there's playing games.
He shot my ear off!
Well, he could've shot your whole damn head off! Now get down!
[ Gunshot ]
Dave, is that you?
Come on out! We'll settle this!
Morg was almost dead anyway from that arm!
I just put him out of his misery!
I'll kill you!
[ Hoofbeats ] You son of a bitch, I'll kill you!
Come down out of there, you bastard!
I'll cut your heart out!
Don't you go up there. There might be some more dynamite.
I'll get him. I'll get him, whoever it was up there.
I'll kill every man in Lago!
[ Hammering ]
The guests are on their way to the party, so gather all the people together.
Right, Captain! All right, men, get that sign up!
Come on! They're coming!
All right, everybody, get a little move on!
I want you up in that tower.
First sign of dust, you ring the bell.
- Are you sure this is gonna be all right? - It's gonna be all right.
He's back! He's here! It's time to get ready.
What's the matter with everybody?
Wait'll we gun 'em down.
Bang, bang, bang!
All right, everybody, I--
I think we're expected outside.
I just hope that shooter we hired is feelin' up to snuff.
Don't worry. He'll be fine.
Let's go.
Hey, señor, can we come to the fiesta?
No.
I want everybody to have plenty of those.
Hey, ain't it about time, uh, we got out there, huh?
There's plenty of time.
Yeah, but they'll be here any damn minute.
- I think Sam's right. We ought to. - Yeah.
What about after?
What about after we do it?
- Hmm? - What do we do then?
Then you live with it.
Uh, yeah.
Where you gonna be?
Are you gonna take the first shot?
Are you gonna get Stacey Bridges first?
Or maybe you're gonna get all three by yourself?
When are you gonna give the signal?
I'm not. You are.
[ Chuckles ]
You old people, move outta here!
[ Bell Clanging ]
Here they come!
[ Bell Continues Clanging ]
Yee-haw!
[ Gunshots ]
Yes! Come on!
Fire!
- [ Women Screaming ] - Yahoo!
[ Screaming ]
[ Whooping, Shouting ]
- Let's get 'em! Get that one! - Get 'im!
D-Don't shoot me! Stop!
A party? A party!
- [ Flames Crackling ] - [ Stacey Chuckles ]
Welcome home party, huh?
Well... here's to your party.
Give me another bottle.
Give me another bottle!
- Well, now the party's over. - [ Callie ] Let go of me!
Look what I found in the bushes.
Look what I found in the bushes!
[ Whimpering ]
Stacey, it was always you.
That's why Morg Allen hated you.
He knew how much I loved you.
Yeah, I bet you just cried yourself to sleep every night...
thinking about me in that territorial prison.
But I did. I really did!
Yeah, well, I can see it all now.
You lying there in Morg Allen's bed...
just cryin' and a-humpin'.
Oh, no! No!
Give me that bottle.
Cole, go and get the horses ready.
You got it, Stace.
Stacey--
Stacey, you're gonna take me with you, aren't you?
I can do better than you in a four-bit fancy house.
You still here?
Goddamn right I'm still here.
I wanna know who them sons of bitches was that ambushed us.
That's what I'd like to know.
Well, that's what we're gonna find out right now.
[ Whip Cracks ]
Who are you?
Aah!
[ Whip Cracking ]
Don't hit me.
Don't hit me! Please!
Please don't hit me! [ Groans ]
Please stop!
Please don't hit me! Please! Please-- Aah!
[ Groaning ]
Come on, Stacey. Let's get outta here.
Shut up.
Okay, everybody out.
Everybody out!
Out! Come on! Move!
Go on! Get out!
Move. Move!
Go on.
[ Stacey ] Move!
- Hurry up in there! Move! - Move.
Move!
- Move! - Haul up there! Get in there!
Hold it right there!
Dynamite! [ Screaming ]
Stacey, the goddamn horses are gone.
Go on. Go on!
- [ Whip Cracks ] - [ Yells ]
[ Groaning, Screaming ]
[ Whispering ] Help me.
[ Revolver Chamber Clicking ]
[ Gunshot ]
Who are you?
[ Hammer Cocks ]
[ Gunshots ]
Who are you?
[ Groans ]
I'm just about done here.
I never did know your name.
Yes, you do.
Take care.
Yes, sir, Captain.