MARY:
Billy!
GUN-MAN:
Aah!
JOSIAH:
Say your prayers, son.
CHRIS:
Behind you, Vin!
CHRIS:
On your left!
BUCK:
Hold on there, cowboy. Whoo!
BUCK:
Hey! Now, you just stay inside like I told you, Miss Millie. Right over here. Come on now.
JOSIAH:
Arise, sinner. Get up peacefully now.
SERGEANT:
Go on now, move it! Picked the wrong town to mess with. Get over there.
BUCK:
Get up! Get your hat on. Get up! Git! Hide behind a woman, what kind of man are you? Get up!
SERGEANT:
Murderin' pack of thieves. Rode into the wrong town, didn't ya? You boys are looking at a stiff
neck and a short drop.
JOSIAH:
Easy there, Sergeant.
SERGEANT:
He killed my driver and left me to die, stole my artillery wagon. Where's my artillery wagon, you
bastards?
VIN:
Loaded wagon should be easy trackin'.
SERGEANT:
You volunteerin'?
VIN:
You payin'?
SERGEANT:
Five dollars.
VIN:
You'll get your wagon back, then.
SERGEANT:
I'll get a unit together and haul these dogs away for you.
STOREKEEPER:
What did they do to my store?
MAN:
Coach comin' in!
STAGE COACH DRIVER:
Hyah!
BILLY:
Chris! Chris! Chris!
MARY:
Billy, wait!
BILLY:
Chris!
CHRIS:
You all right?
STAGE COACH DRIVER:
Whoa!
BILLY:
Grandpa!
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Billy, my boy.
BILLY:
Grandpa!
JUDGE TRAVIS:
How are you, huh?
MARY:
Judge, we weren't expecting you.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I have a trial in Watsonville. I got to leave in a couple of hours.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Billy boy, you've grown so fast. What the hell happened here?
VIN:
It's all been taken care of, Judge.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Billy, how is school going?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Gentlemen. I have a long-standing policy-- no firearms within city limits. I'll have your guns, please.
JD:
Who the hell is this?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Federal Marshal Walter Bryce. He's the new law in town.
BUCK:
Mister, you'd better be prepared to fight for these guns, 'cause that's the only way you're gonna get them.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
If it comes to that, so be it.
CHRIS:
You don't want it to.
NATHAN:
Without us, you got no backup.
JOSIAH:
Except the good Lord... and he's got lousy aim.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
You must be the defrocked priest. I know about you. All of you. And I know about your arrangement with the Judge.
BUCK:
Well, then, I guess you know what you can do with your policy.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I know this all seems rather abrupt, but I'm a reasonable man. I'm going to give you 24 hours to comply, after which, you leave town, check your guns, or go to jail.
EZRA:
Well, how very reasonable.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
In the meantime... if you'll excuse me... I have work to do.
VIN:
Care to explain this to us, Judge?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
The railroad has been pressuring folks back in Washington. They're gonna start laying some tracks through this territory, and they want it to be safe.
MARY:
So, just tell them we're already in good hands.
BUCK:
Yeah, the cattle ranchers are on the run. We got new settlers comin' in here all the time.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Already told them all that. But the railroads want to ensure that they have a badge out here,
Someone official.
NATHAN:
Lot of good official will do when all those bullets start flying everywhere.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
The marshal's been doing things his way for a lot of years. He's got a rock-solid reputation for cleaning out a lot of rough towns back in Kansas.
VIN:
This ain't Kansas.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Time was when I could have stopped him. But now, with the damn railroads pulling all the strings... and I might add, a mess like this isn't going to help you any. All right, I got to catch that stagecoach. Only have time to have a visit with my grandson. Nothing more I can do. I'm sorry.
JD:
Judge, you pay us to protect this town. How do you expect us to do it without guns?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
I don't. You're relieved of your duties as of now.
JD:
We're not gonna take this, are we? Where'd Chris go?
MARY:
Seems Marshal Bryce is here to stay.
CHRIS:
Yeah.
MARY:
Well, I suppose a town can never have too many peacekeepers.
CHRIS:
Why do I get the feeling our new marshal doesn't agree with you?
MARY:
Well, Bryce may not want you here, but the people of this town do. All right, not everybody, but--
CHRIS:
I've been here long enough as it is.
MARY:
So, what will you do now?
CHRIS:
I got some unfinished business I've been putting off. Take care of that.
MARY:
Billy will miss you.
CHRIS:
Mary? Would you say good-bye for me?
MARY:
Yeah.
JD:
So, Nathan, you stayin'?
NATHAN:
I'm all this town's got in the way of a doctor. Maybe no more guns, but there's still plenty of other ways for people to get hurt.
JD:
Good. Good. That's good. That's really good. Uh, Buck, hey, Buck. Are you, uh, thinking about sticking around?
BUCK:
You couldn't drag me out of here with an 8-horse team.
JD:
So, you're gonna go head-to-head with Bryce on this gun thing?
BUCK:
JD, do you see that little filly sitting in the corner over there? That is the only person I plan on going head-to-head with.
JD:
Oh, Buck, come on. You've been working on Millie for 3 months.
BUCK:
Exactly. And in a few minutes, all that hard work is gonna pay off.
JD:
Buck's stayin'. Uh, Vin, Ezra, you stickin' around?
EZRA:
As for myself, I'm a few well-played poker games away from owning this saloon. And with no guns in town, there should be fewer ways for disgruntled losers to seek reprisal.
VIN:
There's always tar and feathers.
EZRA:
Ha ha ha.
JD:
Vin, how about you?
VIN:
Well, I figure it's a matter of time before that marshal finds my name on a wanted poster.
JD:
Tell him you were framed. It's about time you cleared that whole thing up.
VIN:
I aim to, kid. Right after I track down the sergeant's artillery wagon.
JD:
Artillery wagon? Well, maybe I'll go with you.
EZRA:
I don't believe he invited you, son.
[hammering]
EZRA:
Well, JD, what oracle of wisdom has our new marshal revealed?
JD:
"By order of the marshal, a curfew shall be enforced at 11 p.m., after which time, there
shall be no loitering, no imbibing of alcohol, no gambling. Effective immediately."
[crash]
STOREKEEPER:
"No spittin', no open fires, no open liquor bottles." It's about time.
MRS POTTER:
No 7 men to watch over us.
STOREKEEPER:
And I say good riddance. We're movin' into a modern age. What do we need with a bunch of gunslingers?
CASEY:
Some show this morning, JD of course, your riding got a little clumsy.
JD:
You gonna start in on that "I'm better than you" junk? 'Cause I ain't in the mood.
CASEY:
So it's true? You 7 are breaking up?
JD:
We are not breaking up, all right? We're just--just doing something different for a while.
CASEY:
What are you gonna do?
JD:
Me? Hell, I could always find work as a hired gun. There's plenty of that around, but I'm thinking about heading off to Texas, join the Rangers.
CASEY:
So, you wanna leave?
JD:
I didn't say that.
CASEY:
So, you wanna stay?
JD:
I didn't say that either.
CASEY:
'Cause if you do, there's plenty of stuff you can do around here.
JD:
There is? Like what?
CASEY:
Ha, well, you can get a job.
JD:
Ha ha ha. A job?
CASEY:
Yeah.
JD:
Me? No.
CASEY:
No one cares if you go or stay anyway!
JD:
This day just keeps gettin' worse.
STUART JAMES:
Ah! Ha ha ha. Hold still, Juanita. Hold that bottle up. There you go. Ha ha ha. Yeah. Ha ha ha.
GUY ROYAL:
Mr. James.
STUART JAMES:
Guy Royal. Hell, last time you set foot on my ranch, you were trying to buy it. Still ain't for sale.
GUY ROYAL:
Might be soon if you can't get your cattle to market.
STUART JAMES:
Don't count me out. I always get them through.
EARL:
Yeah, but how many homesteads and fences you gotta ride around? And how much meat's left on their bones once you get there? And how much good grazin' land you got left to fatten them up in the first place?
STUART JAMES:
Who the hell is he?
GUY ROYAL:
This here's Earl. He's a new hire. What he means to say is that town's growing, and the number of settlers is growing with it. It's time we put our foot down.
STUART JAMES:
We?
GUY ROYAL:
Us ranchers start working together instead of against each other, well, that might be a damn powerful force. Turn that place into a ghost town.
EARL:
No town, no settlers, no fences.
GUY ROYAL:
You see, once that railroad starts coming through, we might get some control over some mighty valuable land.
STUART JAMES:
That town's got those 7 men watching over it. Hell, you went up against them once. So did I, except I ain't in a hurry to do it again.
EARL:
Ha ha ha. I guess you hadn't heard.
NATHAN:
Can I help you?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I hear you're the doctor in town.
NATHAN:
No, I just heal folks best I can, but I ain't no doctor.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
That's exactly what I wish to discuss. I've been doing this job a long time, and I've seen a lot of snake oil sold off the backs of wagons.
NATHAN:
Snake oil? You call sewing up gunshot wounds and setting broken bones snake oil?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
No. I call it practicing medicine without a license. And from this point on... you're out of business.
MILLIE:
I don't know how you men drink so much beer and not feel it. I mean, I just had one and...my, my. Ha ha ha.ha ha ha.
BUCK:
You're a delicate flower, Miss Millie. Some old smoky saloon is no place for you. What do you say we find us a nice soft haystack to watch the sunset from?
MILLIE:
I know what goes on in haystacks.
BUCK:
Why, I'd never take advantage of you.
MILLIE:
Oh?
BUCK:
Well, sometimes my darker side does get the best of me. now, will you excuse me for just one minute? Because nature is screaming out my name right now, ok? No peeking.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
You're under arrest.
BUCK:
[sigh] oh! Ha ha ha. You know, if I hadn't just gone, you would have scared it right out of me. Aah! Oh! What are you doing?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Like I said, you're under arrest.
BUCK:
Aah!
MARSHAL BRYCE:
For public indecency.
BUCK:
Oh, you're going to regret this, Marshal.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I know I will.
BUCK:
I'll be right back, Miss Millie.
JD:
So you decided to go.
JOSIAH:
Fate decided. I'm just followin'. We were just passing through, anyway.
JD:
The town's gonna be a preacher's dream-- no drinkin', no gamblin'.
JOSIAH:
Not much to do for an old reformer like me. besides, if God's everywhere, best to start lookin' sooner more than later.
NATHAN:
Ha ha ha. That means he's gonna find a burning bush to talk to.
JD:
I thought you said you were staying.
NATHAN:
Not where I ain't needed. I figure the folks up at that reservation might appreciate my help more.
CHRIS:
You got a fix on that artillery wagon?
VIN:
Found some tracks this morning headed east. Which way you goin'?
CHRIS:
South. Purgatory.
VIN:
Watch your backside.
EZRA:
I suggest we leave before the cold shroud of puritanism smothers us all.
BUCK:
Unfair imprisonment! I demand a trial!
CHRIS:
Ol' Buck, he always lands on his feet.
BUCK:
Let me talk to somebody!
CHRIS:
Well.
EZRA:
Gentlemen.
VIN:
Adios.
CHRIS:
See ya, kid.
JOSIAH:
Comin', kid?
JD:
No, I'm gonna stick around and wait on Buck.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Time's up, JD. You know the law. Hand over your firearms. Well done, son.
JD:
Hey, Billy, Miss Travis.
MARY:
I've been looking for you.
JD:
Did you hear that Buck's got to stay in there for 2 more days? 2 more days. This marshal had got his head up his--
MARY:
Uh, yes, well.
JD:
Oh. Right. Sorry, Billy.
MARY:
JD, would you be interested in working for me?
JD:
A--a job? What, here at the paper? Why me?
BILLY:
'Cause she asked Ma to ask you.
JD:
And what did she say, Billy?
MARY:
Well, she, um, she might have said a little something. You know, but I do need the help. My printing press has got a mind of its own. Will you just think about it?
JD:
Uh, think about what?
MARY:
The job.
JD:
Yeah. Yeah, I'll give it some thought. Thanks for the offer, Mary.
MARY:
That was supposed to be a secret. Ow!
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Hey, let me help you. You all right?
MARY:
Mm-hmm.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Billy, hand me a nail, son.
MARY:
Actually, Marshal, I'm glad you stopped by. I was wondering if you might consent to an interview for my paper. Perhaps talk about your plans for the town.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
How charming of you to ask.
MARY:
Well, quite frankly, the town is concerned. I think people are worried that some of your methods might not work here.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
People? Well, let's dispel their worries. Shall we talk over dinner tonight?
MARY:
Oh. Well, um... yes, that would be fine.
BILLY:
Ma, when's Chris coming back.
MARIA:
So, cowboy... what can I do for you?
CHRIS:
You can start by not calling me cowboy. My name's Chris. What's yours?
MARIA:
Amora.
CHRIS:
No. Your real name.
MARIA:
Maria.
CHRIS:
Well, Maria, what I want you to do you might not never done before.
MARIA:
Ha, you'd be surprised.
CHRIS:
It could be dangerous.
MARIA:
Mmm, I like you. Keep talking.
CHRIS:
Six months ago, I killed a man who used to spend a lot of time over at that there cantina. His name was Cletus Fowler. You ever heard of him?
MARIA:
Why are you so interested in a dead man?
CHRIS:
I want to know about the man who hired him to kill my wife and son.
MARIA:
You pay me for this?
[change jingles]
All right, I ask for you. Senor Chris. Are you sure there is nothing else I can do for you?
GUY ROYAL:
Fires happen all the time around this area. If that town burns down, Main Street will turn back into a cattle trail.
STUART JAMES:
We get caught with a match in our hand, they'll bring the army down on us.
GUY ROYAL:
That's why Earl here will see it all through. We don't touch a stick. Our names are never
mentioned.
STUART JAMES:
I don't fancy the blood of women and children on my hands.
EARL:
We'll herd them all out of town before we torch it, unless they give us grief. A job like this calls for a lot of hired guns. They don't come cheap.
STUART JAMES:
Think you can pull this off?
EARL:
You ever hear of a town called Witcoff, Mr. James?
STUART JAMES:
No.
EARL:
Exactly. That was my last job. Nice little town... once.
VIN:
Howdy. You lookin' for these? The sergeant needs his wagon back. Now, why don't you make it easy on the both of us? Hell, so much for easy.
MARY:
I see your methods are very thorough, but, please, go on.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Yes. I always like to learn as much as I can about a place before I arrive. For instance, you. I know all about you. And about your husband. I'm sorry. It must have been very hard losing him at such a young age and in such a violent manner.
MARY:
It was. On both Billy and me.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Billy seems to be coming out of it all right. He's a bright boy.
MARY:
Thank you.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I've always felt that motherhood is the most important job a woman can do. It's unfortunate that some, such as yourself, are also forced to do a man's work.
MARY:
I enjoy working, Marshal.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
That's the spirit. And it's good to keep your hands busy till you remarry.
MARY:
Remarry?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I knew several widows back east who did the same thing by joining the temperance league. It's a righteous cause, although sometimes their activism went to their heads.
MARY:
Perish the thought.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I even overheard one equate the importance of temperance with the issue of women's votes. Ha ha ha.
MARY:
Really. So let me see if I understand you. You don't think women should work, vote, or drink?
MARSHAL BRYCE:
It's a matter of priorities.
MARY:
Marshal Bryce, here's what I think of your priorities.
[bottle hits table]
MAN:
Hey, can you give me a hand over here?
EARL:
We got 25 men and 100 guns.
MAN:
Yeah, I like that. Gonna get them tonight, aren't we?
BUCK:
JD, I'm gettin' the hell out of this town and away from him.
JD:
I'm with you, Buck. Let me just tell Miss Travis I'm quitting.
BUCK:
Give me this hat. Make it fast, boy, 'cause I'm not waitin'.
MILLIE:
Buck...I never thought I'd see you again.
BUCK:
Goodness, Miss Millie.
MILLIE:
How foolish I've been, saving myself. Life is so fleeting. At any moment, someone can be taken away.
BUCK:
That's true. You think we should go somewhere and talk about it?
MILLIE:
Now, Buck.
BUCK:
Mmm! Wait! Wait! Ok.
BUCK:
Oh, you just don't do that to a man. Hey! Damn it! Could have caused me permanent damage here.
JD:
Oh, Buck!
BUCK:
Hey! Hey! Damn it, hey!
JD:
See ya, Miss Travis.
MARY:
JD, it's a great job. Just give it some time.
JD:
[sighs]
Ma'am, I'm a gunslinger, not an ink slinger. Now, can you, uh... tell me which way is Texas? See you, ma'am.
MARY:
Marshal, there's trouble. About 20 gunmen coming into town. One shotgun won't stop them.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I don't have any choice.
BUCK:
Let me help. Mister, you're in the west now, and those men out there are gonna shoot you where you stand. Now, give yourself half a chance, and let me back you up.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Giving a prisoner a gun is not only against the law, it's against my principles.
MARY:
Don't be a fool, Bryce.
MAN:
Ma'am, you better get out of the way! Take cover!
MARSHAL BRYCE:
I have a long-standing policy--no firearms within city limits. I'll have your guns, gentlemen, if you please.
BUCK:
What's he doing out there? Where's he--what's going on? Keep looking for the keys! Hurry.
MARY:
They're not here. He must have them.
BUCK:
That stupid fool!
MARSHAL BRYCE:
You have 24 hours to comply.
EARL:
Well, how about we just give you the bullets? All right, people... we're gonna burn this town to the ground. Now, get out of it! Every man, woman, and child. You have 24 hours to comply.
[men whooping And laughing]
EARL:
It all gets torched at sunrise.
BUCK:
What's going on out there?
MARY:
There are more of them coming every hour and they cut the telegraph wires. We have until morning until they burn the whole town.
BUCK:
Probably working for the cattle ranchers. Only ones with reason to see this place gone.
MARY:
Where are the keys?
BUCK:
Well, they took them. Plus all the guns when they brought the marshal in here.
MARSHAL BRYCE:
Mary... leave! You should leave.
MARY:
I'm not leaving you two here.
BUCK:
Mary, no offense, but you can't help us. Last thing we need is you and Billy getting caught in the crossfire.
MARY:
Billy's with Mrs. Potter. They already left.
[gunshots]
MARY:
We got to find Chris. He went down to Purgatory, right?
BUCK:
Well, they should of just named it Hell and been over with it. You're not gonna find anybody willing to ride in there. Mary.
[woman screams]
BUCK:
Mary, what are-- Uh!
MARIA:
Sorry, Senor. I asked about this man. No one knows anything. Or maybe they just won't say. Either way, you've wasted your money.
CHRIS:
Keep it. You earned it.
MARY:
Get off me. Get your hands off me.
MAN:
Bonita! Mi corazon. Oh, ha ha ha.
CHRIS:
Vamanos! Vamanos, muchachos! What are you doing here?
MARY:
Help me down, will you? I'm shaking so bad, I can't move. Chris, you got to come back. All hell's broken loose.
[gunshot]
MARSHAL BRYCE:
She was right. I was a fool.
BUCK:
Marshal, you have more guts than they could hang on a fence. And they're probably gonna pin a medal on you.
JD:
Psst! Hey, Buck!
BUCK:
You hold on.
JD:
Buck! Hey!
BUCK:
Never been so happy to see anyone in my life.
JD:
I got halfway out of town and I heard all the gunfire.
BUCK:
You gotta go find the others. You gotta bring them back now.
JD:
Hey, I ain't no kid that needs to run for his big brothers. I can handle this. You wait here.
BUCK:
Don't try to be a hero now, JD JD JD!
MARSHAL BRYCE:
[labored breathing]
Unh.
BUCK:
Marshal! Damn it!
CHRIS:
Been looking for you. There's bad trouble in town.
VIN:
How bad?
CHRIS:
You and me alone ain't gonna be enough.
MARY:
I'll stay with the wagon.
VIN:
You sure?
MARY:
I'll be fine.
VIN:
Let's go.
NATHAN:
1...2...3!
MAN:
Aah!
NATHAN:
Ha ha ha.
MAN:
[mumbles]
VIN:
Nathan.
NATHAN:
I don't suppose you came to get your tooth pulled.
CHRIS:
The town's in trouble.
NATHAN:
This the same town that's got Marshal Bryce?
VIN:
And a whole lot of other people who need our help.
NATHAN:
It's always good to be needed.
VIN:
Where's Josiah?
NATHAN:
Uh, somewhere up yonder.
CHRIS:
There he is.
JOSIAH:
Come on, Lord... I know you're out there. Give me a sign now. Talk to me.
[dog barks]
JOSIAH:
Bet you thought that was funny, huh?
[ruff ruff]
JOSIAH:
What kind of a sign is this?
CHRIS:
Josiah, we need your help.
NATHAN:
I thought you came up here to talk to God, not a dog.
JOSIAH:
Ha ha ha. [sighs]
VIN:
Any idea where Ezra slithered off to?
NATHAN:
Probably the nearest gamblin' hall.
CHRIS:
Let's go get him.
NATHAN:
Come on, boy.
JOSIAH:
God. Dog. The Lord loves a riddle.
MAN:
Come on! Giddyup!
CHRIS:
Ezra, where you headed?
EZRA:
Why, to look for you, of course.
NATHAN:
Is that tar on your face?
EZRA:
Look, we really need to leave this municipality now.
VIN:
Make some new friends Back there, Ezra?
EZRA:
Uh, I neglected to abide by a fundamental tenet in my line of work. Never gamble with an entire clan. Hyah!
MARY:
Have you seen my son?
MAN:
Yes, he's in the back.
MARY:
Thank you.
CHRIS:
Three of you stay here. Get those guns unloaded. Vin, let's go! Come on.
NATHAN:
They full of guns?
EZRA:
Courtesy of the US army.
EARL:
If you're here when the sun rises, you'll burn down with the town! Now, get a move on! Move it! Ha!
MAN:
Hey, gimme a hand with the barrel, will ya? Come on, gimme a hand. It's heavy. Thank you.
MAN:
What's going on here?
JD:
You boys got a choice... you can put down them guns, or I can put you both in a pine box.
[cocks gun]
JD:
Thank you.
VIN:
We're outgunned at least 5 to 1.
JD:
Buck's still in jail. We gotta get him out.
VIN:
Let's go get him.
[gunshots]
JD:
Buck, your hero has returned.
BUCK:
About time you got here. What did I tell you? You almost got your fool head blown off. He's gone, Vin.
NATHAN:
All the boxes are the same. No guns. Just a bunch of uniforms and this old cannon.
CHRIS:
Any cannonballs?
EZRA:
This is it. Just the one.
JD:
What are we gonna do now, Chris?
JD:
What the heck are we supposed to do with a bunch of uniforms?
NATHAN:
Use them for bandages.
JOSIAH:
It's that sense of humor again, huh? What?
CHRIS:
Put it on. Get these townsfolk into them, too.
BUCK:
Come on, folks, let's go! Everybody get down here. Get some of them clothes.
NATHAN:
Been a while since I put one of these on.
EZRA:
Never thought I'd wear the union blue, but I always did fancy being a colonel.
BUCK:
You're in the army now.
VIN:
Doesn't matter if it's too big or too small. Come on down here.
BUCK:
Come on, folks, let's go!
JD:
Hey. You're promoted.
CHRIS:
All right, everybody, let's get to it.
MAN:
The army is coming! Hay vienen los soldados. El ejercito. The army is coming. The army is coming. Hay vienen los soldados. El ejercito! The army's coming!
EARL:
The army's comin'? All right, let's burn the town down. Let's go and get your torches. Burn it
down now! Let's go. Light it up! I want to see this town burnin'! Let's see some smoke!
EZRA:
Hyah!
EARL:
Let's go. Get a torch on this hardware store.
JD:
Think they're gonna buy this army thing?
JOSIAH:
I doubt it.
CHRIS:
Let's ride!
EARL:
All right, clear out. Don't leave anything standing. Steal it or burn it!
MAN:
Army's coming in!
EARL:
Get back here, you yellow dogs!
MAN:
I didn't sign on to fight no army.
SECOND MAN:
Me, neither.
EARL:
Get back here and fight! The yellow dogs went off and left us. Come on, we can win this fight.
Let's gun 'em.
MAN:
Come on, come on, let's get out of here.
CHRIS:
Hold!
EARL:
You signed on to finish this fight.
MAN:
I ain't fighting no army.
EARL:
Wait a minute. Hold on! They ain't army. Get them!
EARL:
Take cover In the bank!
JOSIAH:
Nathan, Give him a hand.
NATHAN:
You ever work One of these before?
EZRA:
Just swing it around.
BUCK:
Put your back into it, JD! Don't let it spread.
JD:
Gotcha, Buck.
BUCK:
We got fire over here!
CASEY:
Hurry, Millie.
EZRA:
Fire in the hole!
CHRIS:
We get 'em?
VIN:
Looks that way.
[gun clicks]
STOREKEEPER:
I'm glad you guys were here. Yes sir, here have a cigar.
VIN:
Thank you very much
MILLIE:
Buck, Daddy decided since we're all packed, we're moving back to Kansas. I'm going to miss you so much.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
All they'd say is that Earl hired them. Might be all they know.
CHRIS:
I got a hunch who's behind Earl.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Hunches don't get convictions in a court of law. Doesn't sit well with me either. Too bad about Marshal Bryce.
JD:
They taken him home?
BUCK:
Can't say much for his ways but the man did have some grit.
JD:
So Judge, when are they going to send up another marshal?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
They're not.
EZRA:
May we assume you had something to do with that Judge?
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Damn right. Wired those railroad bureaucrats and told them I was done in the west. Also told them I hired seven lawmen to look after their interests.
CHRIS:
I ain't workin' for no railroad.
BUCK:
I'm not wearin' no badge neither.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
You don't have to. It's unofficial. The town needs you, just a little while longer.
EZRA:
Perhaps if some sort of a bonus were offered.
JUDGE TRAVIS:
Well a dollar a day plus board and room, just the same as before.
CHRIS:
Well boys, what say we head over to the saloon and ponder the Judge's proposal?
EZRA:
Wonderful idea.
VIN:
Reckon I could use some pondering.
JD:
Judge.