MAN:
Here it comes now.
LUCAS JAMES:
You know, Mr. Potter, far as I'm concerned my uncle's being more than fair with you. Your customers are leaving. This whole town's going to disappear. It's just a matter of time. If I was you, I'd sell now 'cause every day that you wait your store is just going to be worth... less and less.
MR. POTTER:
Get out. You tell Mr. James this store is not for sale.
LUCAS JAMES:
I'm going to have to reduce my offer now. Some of your fixtures are... busted.
MR. POTTER:
You tell him what he can do with his money!
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Coach gun.
LUCAS JAMES:
What you lookin' at?! go on, get out of here!
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Drop your gun belt.
LUCAS JAMES:
You don't know who I am, do you?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
No. I don't care.
LUCAS JAMES:
Well, you're making a big mistake pointing that thing at me.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Sawed-off coach gun, double-ought buck-- should cut all three of you in half.
LUCAS JAMES:
That stuff in there is self-defense. Wasn't it, boys?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
He's unarmed. You shot him twice. That's murder in my book.
MARY:
Orin...
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Get out of here, Mary.
MARY:
Please, be careful.
LUCAS JAMES:
I admire your courage, old man but there's three of us and one of you.
VIN:
Hardly sounds fair.
NATHAN:
Nope.
BUCK:
Well, howdy... boys.
LUCAS JAMES:
You stay out of this, cowboy. This ain't your fight.
CHRIS:
Did he just call me a cowboy, JD?
JD:
I think he did, Mr. Larabee.
EZRA:
At least once.
JOSIAH:
He hates that.
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CHRIS:
Did you just call me a cowboy?
LUCAS JAMES:
N-n-no. I was just saying that it ain't your fight.
CHRIS:
Not yet.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Drop the gun belt.
LUCAS JAMES:
Who the hell are you?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
New circuit judge. Orin Travis. You're under arrest young man.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Your letter said you had a full house. Where are the other prisoners?
MARY:
The sheriff let them go before he left town.
LUCAS JAMES:
If you're smart, you'll let me go, too.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I'm not smart. That's why you'll stand trial for murder.
LUCAS JAMES:
My trial, your funeral.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
You threatening me?
LUCAS JAMES:
It's become a dangerous territory, Judge.
MARY:
His uncle is Stuart James. James raises cattle and thinks he and his friends run the territory.
LUCAS JAMES:
It's 'cause they do.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Not anymore.
LUCAS JAMES:
Don't be stupid, old man.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
This stupid old man has hung 23 smart young men... like yourself.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Who's that man who backed me up? I want to thank him.
MARY:
He's a hired gun. Chris Larabee.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Hmm.
MARY:
What are you going to do?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, I'm going to get a drink and try and get a jury.
MARY:
All right. I'll, um, see how Mrs. Potter's doing.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I'm Judge Travis. I've come nearly 300 miles to bring some justice to this territory. Now, we're going to have a trial here. I'm going to need 12 residents for a jury. Any volunteers? You?
CONKLIN:
I, uh... I... I... I'm sorry, Judge. I have to live in this town.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, isn't there one man here who wants to see justice done?
FARMER:
I-I-I'd like to help, sir, but I got a farm to work and... crops to get in.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
All right, the hell with it. I'll conduct a bench trial myself.
VIN:
Hey, cowboy. Join you?
I was thinking about getting an early start for Tascosa.
CHRIS:
I was thinking about whiskey, a room, a bed and more whiskey. Why don't you give it a few days?
VIN:
With this bounty on my head, I ain't got a few days.
CHRIS:
I've never met a man who was in such a hurry to get himself hung.
VIN:
Chance I got to take. Need to clear my name. I'm leaving in the morning. Wouldn't blame you if you preferred to stay.
CHRIS:
What are the women like in Tascosa?
VIN:
Don't come much livelier.
CHRIS:
See you in the morning.
JOSIAH:
I knew it, Nathan. I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to meet my maker in that Indian village.
NATHAN:
If we don't take care of that wound you're going to get your wish.
JOSIAH:
Look around you, Nathan. What do you see?
NATHAN:
I see people drinking.
JOSIAH:
Lost souls, everyone. You know what they need, don't you? They need me, damn it. ( groans )
NATHAN:
And I need to change that bandage. Buck, you want to give me a hand here? Over to my place?
NATHAN:
Come on, man.
BUCK:
Come on, brother.
JOSIAH:
Good morning, Buck.
BUCK:
It's afternoon, Josiah. Don't tell me you have stairs.
NATHAN:
Only two flights.
JOSIAH:
Put it on his tab.
JD:
So, everyone's going their own way.
EZRA:
As well they should. Good Lord.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I got $20 for any man who wants to be sheriff. A week's work. All right, 30. I am deeply moved by this exhibition of courage.
JD:
Sir... I'd like the job.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Nah. You're too young.
JD:
I'm older than I look.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
This job could kill you.
JD:
I know.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
There's no glory in it.
JD:
I'm not looking for any.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Am I to believe that this is the only brave man among you? All right, You're hired.
JD:
Ezra, I'm going to be the sheriff.
EZRA:
Congratulations.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Ezra...
JD:
Sheriff.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Ezra? Do I know you, sir?
EZRA:
Don't believe I've had the pleasure.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Ezra Simpson? Ezra Smith? Ah, it was Fort Laramie. You jumped bail.
EZRA:
It must've been someone else. I've never been to Fort Laramie.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Oh, no, I never forget a face especially one I put away. You're under arrest. Young man, take his gun.
EZRA:
Gentlemen, gentlemen... please, this is obviously an unfortunate case of mistaken identity.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Take his gun. And if my memory serves me correct got a little something up his sleeve, too. Huh? ( chuckling )
EZRA:
Don't do this, my friend.
JD:
I'm sorry, Ezra. I don't know you all that well and, apparently, he does.
EZRA:
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Take him to jail. Lock him up.
FLINT:
Yah! They got Lucas locked up.
STUART JAMES:
Who does?
FLINT:
Some circuit court judge named Travis.
STUART JAMES:
I heard he was coming. What'd my nephew do this time?
FLINT:
He shot a store owner, Potter.
STUART JAMES:
Saddle my horse.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
They try to escape... shoot them.
EZRA:
Well, sir now that we are rid of that loathsome curmudgeon you may effect my emancipation.
JD:
Huh?
EZRA:
Let me out.
JD:
Oh. Uh, nothing personal, Ezra. I can't. Just doing my job.
EZRA:
Ah, Mr. Wilmington. At last, someone of maturity to end my ordeal.
BUCK:
Yeah, right. What is wrong with you, son? Bartender said you signed on as sheriff?
JD:
I'm getting enough money to be called "mister."
LUCAS JAMES:
Hope they paid you in advance.
JD and BUCK:
Shut up!
BUCK:
Are you out of your mind? You're going to get killed, okay? Then I'll have to say something nice at your funeral.
JD:
You mean you're capable?
BUCK:
Yeah, I'm capable.
JD:
I'll be fine, buck. Look what I found. Navy colt .44.
BUCK:
Don't do that, okay? It can come loose and then it could come out. Put the gun down. You're going to be sheriff?
JD:
Yep.
BUCK:
You're going to be sheriff? Yeah. You're going to walk tall.
JD:
That's right.
BUCK:
Do something for me right now would you. Just get rid of the hat.
JD:
No, Bat Masterson wears a hat just like this one, Buck.
BUCK:
You're no Bat. You're not... you're not anything like any of them.
JD:
Well, I still ain't changing my hat.
BUCK:
Ok. That's fine. I'm just trying to give you a few pointers, ok, so you don't get yourself killed. All right, now, I was a lawman once. You don't respect that? That's fine. I understand.
JD:
Hey. A badge.
BUCK:
A badge. Imagine that. A badge. In a jail. Isn't that something? Do me a favor. Just, uh, pin it behind your lapel. That way you're not advertising in case someone is looking to shoot you. You okay? You all right, down there? Don't get up. That's good. Sheriff. You have a good day now, Sheriff. I'll find my own way out.
MARY:
I'm almost done.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Good, 'cause I'm starving. Where shall we eat?
MARY:
Well, we've only got one restaurant left open.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, let's go there then. My grandson's the smartest boy in his class just like his father. He'd have been proud of him.
MARY:
I'm sure he would.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
You know, can you help me with this? Evie usually does it, but I... I don't quite get... the boy misses you a lot, you know.
MARY:
I miss him, too.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
He can't understand why you don't come and live with Grandma and me.
MARY:
I've explained that to him. Let's see what he wrote here. "This is Grandpa's house. There is a big room for you when you can come." Why don't you sell the paper and come home?
MARY:
This is my home. And besides, nobody wants the newspaper not with the town the way it is. I was hoping once you got here things would turn around. Then it would be safe enough for my Billy to live with me.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
That'll take a long time. These people are mighty scared.
MARY:
Give them a reason not to be.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, it's hard to make changes when you can't even raise a jury.
MARY:
Why don't you go ahead and get us a table, all right? I'll, uh, be along in a minute.
JAMES' MAN:
He's inside.
STUART JAMES:
All right.
( spurs jangling )
MAN:
Menu, sir?
STUART JAMES:
No, I'm not eating but I'd like to buy judge Travis a bottle of champagne.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
No, nothing for me. I'll have another beer.
STUART JAMES:
My father raised cattle here. My sons will, too. But we have to keep the homesteaders out keep their sheep from destroying our grazing land. We have a growing nation to feed... a destiny to fulfill. You help us do that and my friends and I will make you a rich man.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Does your sense of destiny include the murder of an innocent man?
STUART JAMES:
I heard Lucas shot that storekeeper in self-defense.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I was there.
STUART JAMES:
We get older, memory plays tricks on us.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
It was murder.
STUART JAMES:
If you don't let Lucas go by noon tomorrow there could be another one.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I'm an officer of the federal court you son of a bitch. You kill me, and you'll have the whole damn union army coming down on you.
STUART JAMES:
You should try the veal. It's from my ranch. Very good.
MARY:
Good morning, Ida.
IDA:
Good morning, Mary.
BUCK:
Beautiful. It's a beautiful day isn't it, Mrs. Travis?
MARY:
Yes, it is, Mr. Wilmington.
BUCK:
Call me Buck. Can I take these for you?
MARY:
Oh, it's all right, I've got them.
BUCK:
I don't want you gettin' ink on that pretty dress. Papers. Get your papers here! Read all about it! Here you are, ma'am. A little readin' material. Oh here's a paper, don't you go running from me. oh, here you go. Hold on. Papers right here! Get your papers! Ma'am you've got beautiful eyes. I know you'd like a paper. You can read, can't you? Here you are. I used to do this as a kid.
MARY:
( chuckling )
BUCK:
"Without justice, courage is weak."
MARY:
That's right. Have you thought about serving on the jury?
BUCK:
No, ma'am. I'm not a resident.
MARY:
Well, what about Mr. Larabee?
BUCK:
Uh, well, like me, he just keeps movin' on. Unless there's something to stay for.
MARY:
How long have you known him?
BUCK:
I've known him a real long time, Ma'am.
EZRA:
I see you are likewise disenchanted by this establishment's fine cuisine.
LUCAS JAMES:
I'll eat lunch when I get out.
EZRA:
Leaving so soon?
LUCAS JAMES:
Soon as my boys get here.
EZRA:
I see. Can I interest you in a game of chance?
LUCAS JAMES:
What're your stakes?
EZRA:
Well, let's just say that... if I win, and your associates succeed in releasing you,you might just forget to lock the door behind you.
LUCAS JAMES:
( chuckles ) And if I win?
EZRA:
You can kill me.
MARY:
Gloria.
MRS. POTTER:
Mary.
MARY:
Mr. Larabee?
CHRIS:
Ma'am?
MARY:
Your friend Buck told me you lost your wife and son in an accident. I lost my husband. I know something of what you've been through.
CHRIS:
No, Ma'am. You don't.
CONKLIN:
We want you to turn Lucas loose.
JD:
I... can't. He's got to stand trial.
CONKLIN:
We don't want a trial. Maybe it was... self-defense.
JD:
That's for the Judge to decide.
CONKLIN:
Look, don't be stupid, son. His men will come back for him. You want the whole town shot up, innocent people killed?
JD:
Seems to me the prisoner's the one killin' innocent people. Thought you'd want to put an end to that.
MRS. POTTER:
I can't believe you're talking like this, Mr. Conklin. My husband was a Friend of yours-- all of yours-- and you're willing to just let his murderer go free.
CONKLIN:
I am sorry for your loss, Mrs. Potter but there's no reason to see more people killed. If you don't turn the prisoner loose we'll release him ourselves.
JD:
Try it. You'll be wearin' a coffin tomorrow, mister.
CONKLIN:
Stand aside. Come on, he won't shoot us! ( gunshot )
VIN:
You got a problem here, Sheriff?
CONKLIN:
We don't want your kind in this town. You bring nothing but trouble!
VIN:
Can't be worse than what you already got.
CONKLIN:
Sorry, Mrs. Potter.
JD:
( sighs ) Thanks.
VIN:
Yeah
BUCK:
Well, they were twins if that paints a picture for ya. And these two little fillies they looked better walkin' away from a man than they did walkin' towards him. And this golden hair smellin' like sage just tumblin' down their backs to their sweet, buttermilk... ( yells )( groans )
CHRIS:
My past is my own, Buck. It's not somethin' you can use for conversation.
BUCK:
She asked.
CHRIS:
Guess you didn't hear me.
BUCK:
( groans ) I hear ya, and I'm sorry, Chris but what the hell am I supposed to say when people ask?
CHRIS:
Nothin'.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I want you to get some witnesses-- do it at gunpoint if you have to-- anyone who saw the shooting.
JD:
I'll do it.
JD:
I'm sorry, Judge. Nobody. Nobody'll do it.
LUCAS JAMES:
Guess you're going to have to let me go, huh?
JD:
And we got company coming.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Court is now in session. The honorable Orin W. Travis presiding.
LUCAS JAMES:
( chuckles ) It's about damn time.
FLINT:
Set it up, Billy.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Saloon is closed, gentlemen.
FLINT:
That's too bad. I really need a drink.
JD:
Gun belts on the bar! Come on, gun belts...!
( gunfire )
JUDGE TRAVIS:
( yells )
CHRIS:
Sounds like it came from the saloon.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
( coughing )
LUCAS JAMES:
Get the damn keys there. No! Don't shoot him. He's a federal judge. Give me a gun. Let me do it.
JAMES' MAN:
Come on!
CHRIS:
JD! Get Nathan. Be careful!
VIN:
JD, get down!
MARY:
( whispers ) My God.
NATHAN:
Ma'am, I'm going to need your help.
( knocking )
CHRIS:
How's he doing?
MARY:
The honorable Orin Travis is a stubborn old man.
CHRIS:
Yeah, I noticed that. Hope he'll be all right.
MARY:
You're leaving?
CHRIS:
Yeah. Take my advice. Go back to where you came from. This town ain't fit for a woman.
MARY:
Listen, Mr. Larabee... ...when my husband was killed I swore on his grave I would not become a victim and that his dreams-- everything we worked so hard for-- they wouldn't be taken away from us. It's all I have left to give to my son and I'll fight anyone to make sure that, that happens.
CHRIS:
All right. As long as you know what you're getting yourself into. A man like James he don't care about nothing or nobody but himself. You get in his way, he'll walk through you. Your little boy lost his father. I'd hate to see him lose his mama, too.
( knocking )
VIN:
Mrs. Travis. Couple of James's boys are over in the saloon asking about the Judge. Wondered if he's still alive.
MARY:
They're just waiting for him to die.
CHRIS:
Maybe it's better if he does.
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( grunting )
JD:
Lower.
VIN:
What'd you put in here?
JD:
Rocks.
VIN:
You didn't have to put so many in.
JD:
It had to look right.
VIN:
They still out there?
CHRIS:
Yeah.
JD:
Shouldn't we say something?
VIN:
Say something?
JD:
Like some words?
VIN:
It's a coffin full of rocks, JD
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JD:
I know, I put 'em there, but shouldn't we look like we're doing something? You know, maybe a-a prayer?
MARY:
He'd appreciate that. I know I would.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Where am I?
CHRIS:
A room I rent. You're safe.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
How long I been sleeping?
CHRIS:
Day.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Anyone else get hurt?
CHRIS:
Nobody you care about.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Where's Mary?
CHRIS:
I'll get her.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, hold off. I wanted to talk to you. I never got a... a chance to thank you for backing me up the other day. That kind of behavior could get you killed. I had a son killed and on the days when I really miss him I wonder if it was worth it.
CHRIS:
He's the only one who would know.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
( chuckles ) You ever been shot? It gets your attention. Makes you think, what do you believe. What do you believe in, Mr. Larabee?
CHRIS:
Not as much as I used to.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
From what I can see, more than most.
CHRIS:
I have to choose my fights carefully these days.
CHRIS:
Save any souls yet?
JOSIAH:
You look downright handsome in that thing.
CHRIS:
Thank you for the going away present, Josiah but I'm not leaving. We got a little situation.
JOSIAH:
"Situation"?
NATHAN:
"Situation"? This ain't another one of those 6-1 odds kind of thing, is it?
CHRIS:
No, I don't think so. I'm figuring more like, uh, 10-1.
JOSIAH:
Sure know how to lead a man into temptation, don't you?
CHRIS:
We leave now.
JOSIAH:
What do you say, Doc?
NATHAN:
Well, I always did recommend a little fresh air and exercise.
JOSIAH:
You did.
BUCK:
Oh! I thought you and Vin were going to Tascosa.
VIN:
It'll keep. Besides, that Lucas fellow owes me a new hat.
BUCK:
Ow! Well, you can count me out 'cause if I decide to commit suicide I'll do it myself, all right? Come on, girl!
( Buck laughing )
CHRIS:
Like I said, we can always count on Buck.
VIN:
Yep.
EZRA:
Mr. Larabee, might I assume you've come to take me with you?
CHRIS:
Oh, I couldn't do that.
EZRA:
May I ask why?
CHRIS:
You broke the law. You've been a bad boy.
EZRA:
I know where Lucas went.
CHRIS:
You do?
EZRA:
Yes, sir.
CHRIS:
So do we.
EZRA:
Well, great, but he likes me. I can get us in. You try walking in there you'll just get yourself shot.
CHRIS:
You ran out on me once before. You wouldn't be thinking about doing that again, would you?
EZRA:
I swear upon the grave of my sainted mother.
JD:
Now, you told me your mother was still alive.
EZRA:
Figure of speech.
CHRIS:
Figure you're dead if you're lying.
VIN:
Looks like a few more than we planned on.
JD:
How many more?
VIN:
The word "regiment" mean anything to you?
CHRIS:
Would you like to come back when there are less of them?
NATHAN:
Come this far, seems a shame not to go.
CHRIS:
Let's do this.
CHRIS:
All right. Let's give those boys a hand.
JOSIAH:
Let me help you with your load, brother.
CHRIS:
Can you handle it?
VIN:
Like licking butter off a knife.
JD:
( quietly ) Whoa, come here, skinny legs. Come on back.
EZRA:
Lucas, my dear friend. You so discourteously left me behind.
LUCAS JAMES:
Hey, how'd you get out?
EZRA:
I played poker with that boy pretending to be a sheriff. He lost. Listen, I have something of a delicate nature to discuss with you in private.
LUCAS JAMES:
Let's get you a drink, then.
EZRA:
Would you courtesans excuse us for just a moment, please?
LUCAS JAMES:
I'll see you girls in a little bit.
VIN:
My money's on the fat one.
LUCAS JAMES:
So, what's on your mind?
EZRA:
I was just wondering... how big a hole do you think a .45 caliber slug can make?
LUCAS JAMES:
I remember you.
CHRIS:
It's nice to be remembered. Start walking and we won't kill you.
STUART JAMES:
Lucas, where you going?
CHRIS:
We're just going out for a little ride. Lucas decided to go with us.
STUART JAMES:
Do I know you?
CHRIS:
It's all you need to know is there's a man on that balcony with a rifle pointed at your head.
STUART JAMES:
This a personal matter?
CHRIS:
Not yet.
STUART JAMES:
I'll double what you're getting.
CHRIS:
You know, Mr. James there's some things money can't buy. Enjoy yourselves.
STUART JAMES:
Stop him!
Stop! Don't anybody move!
JOSIAH:
Nice gun. Can I have it?
STUART JAMES:
Let him go. Who are you?
CHRIS:
Doesn't matter.
JOSIAH:
Nice party.
FLINT:
There ain't nobody up here!
STUART JAMES:
Come on! Get after them!
JAMES' MAN:
Come on! Let's go!
VIN:
They're gaining!
CHRIS:
JD! I thought I told you to take care of the horses!
JD:
I couldn't take care of all of them!
( loud gunshot ) ( loud gunshot )
BUCK:
Good thing I came along.
CHRIS:
Good thing you did.
CONKLIN:
Hey! Hey. Hey! What are you doing bringing him back here?
JD:
He's going to stand trial for murder.
CONKLIN:
How? The Judge is dead.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I'm afraid the news of my death is a bit premature. Now, these men risked their lives to bring this man to justice. I want 12 good men who give a damn about this town to step forward to see justice done.
MAN:
I'll do it, Judge.
MAN 2:
Us, too.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
All right, court convenes in tens minutes. Take the prisoner to the jail. Kind of hoping you gentlemen would consider sticking around for 30 days... keeping an eye on things until I get back. I'd be willing to pay.
BUCK:
How much?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
A dollar a day. Room and board. How about you, young Sheriff? You willing to take a cut in pay?
JD:
I'm in, if everyone else is.
EZRA:
It's a pity that I, as a convicted felon will be unable to lend my services.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, how about if you got a pardon?
EZRA:
Where do I sign?
JOSIAH:
A man could stay pretty busy in a town like this.
NATHAN:
I figure if you men are going to be getting shot I might as well stick around.
BUCK:
A few women around here I'm not acquainted with.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
You in the back, there. Are you interested?
VIN:
I got some things need taking care of. But I guess they'll keep.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Chris?
CHRIS:
I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well, I got... seven, huh? Well, I want you to know that I appreciate what you gentlemen did.
MARY:
So do I.
( gavel bangs )
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Court is now in session. Honorable Orin W. Travis presiding.