This man came along the trail
one Sunday morning in '73, takin' it slow and easy. Keepin'
his eyes open and his gun hand ready. Came from nowhere, I
guess. Anyhow, he never said from where. We never asked. He
was going to stop off in Purgatory, make his stand, like
he lived, alone. This is number one, called
himself Sabin. Haggerty. - You followin' me?
- Depends on where you're goin'. I'm leavin' Kansas, like you
said, town tamer. You didn't leave it very fast. - I ride slow.
- Don't stop off in Purgatory. My next job's to clean that town
up. I'll ride through. Ride around it. - Kinda pushin' ain't ya?
- Stay clear of Purgatory. - Remember that.
- I forgot already. Sabin! I may as well start
cleanin' that town up right now Get down. This side. I was never sure about you. Now
I'm gonna make sure. Now, hold up your gun hand. Hold it up, palm facing me. I said lift that gun hand. - Thank you. ma'am?
- If you ask me, I would say what we need in Purgatory is a
preacher, not a town tamer. - That's right.
- That's right. - Thank you, ma'am.
- Come on Bill, you promised fifty dollars. - Thank you.
- Good ol' Bill, he put in. Come on folks, who all's pledged
now? Thank you. Is that the man we sent for? - Are you the town tamer?
- It depends. - He ain't the town tamer.
- Your name Haggerty? - No.
- Where is Haggerty? - Well, he couldn't make it.
- Did Haggerty send ya? - As a matter of fact, he did.
- From where? All the way from Kansas. What's
that? It's your pay, mister, if you're
the man that's taking Haggerty's - place.
- Far as I'm concerned, I'll settle for any good man with a
gun. - How much money in that hat?
- We pledged $500.00. - What's your name, mister?
- Sabin. Alright Mr. Sabin, we'll give
you a try. - I, I don't know.
- Scared? - Where would I start?
- You'll find 'im at the Babylon Saloon. His name is Hoag. He
runs things here. All that money for tamin' one
man? No, half a man. But you may not
live to spend the money. Hold it. We don't know this man.
Alright if we hold the money fer ya until uh, after you clean
up the mess? When you're ready to part with
it, you can wrap it up and send - it to a woman.
- Your wife? No, just a woman, Mrs. Jay
Cassavedas in Santa Fe. Write that name down, Casavedas.
You can use the old marshal's office, across from the Babylon. - Whoa.
- I'm expecting a shipment for - Mr. Hoag.
- It came. Yeah, it better not be broke,
Matty. We don't never break anything. It's broke. Where are the arms? It's 'sposed to be like that. Hey girls, she's here. The Venus - Venus who?
- De Milo. Did she ever play Mahogany Hall
in New Orleans? No, she's imported from Europe.
The most beautiful woman ever lived. - Sure covers a lot of women.
- Yeah, I guess it does. - My wife, Mary Hoag.
- You must be the man. - My name's Sabin.
- Well, what can I do for you, - Mr. Sabin?
- Well, the town has hired me to set things in order. Well uh, you must be new at it. Sorta. One thing you should
know, I aim to collect my money, move on. Bob. Wipe the dust off her and then
go get Grady. - Hello, Grady.
- Where is he? He's across the street in the
old marshal's office. - The job is yours, Mr. Sabin.
- He's earned a hunk of that money already. What's all the ruckus? Who are
you? Why didn't you knock? - This is a jail, isn't it?
- My home, took over when the last marshal quit. - Drink?
- No thanks. - Foul stuff sure tastes good.
- You been in Purgatory long? - Longer than the mountains.
- I wanna talk to you. - State yer business.
- Well, the folks down the - street told me that uh,
- Yer the feller they sent for, the town tamer. Sabin? You haven't got a chance
against Hoag. What'd you want to talk to me
about, Mr. Town Tamer? Well, I thought maybe you'd like
to rent me one of your rooms. Is kinda nice havin' a roof over
your head, ain't it? I understand, you've been
sleepin' out under fire for a long time. You can move
into my jailhouse. - Well, thanks.
- They call me Dipper, forget my - real name.
- Well Dipper, what do you know - about Hoag and his wife?
- Everything. - Have a drink.
- Thanks. Well, for one thing, he runs the
Babylon. Don't drink it all. Thanks. It's him again. Good evening, Mr. Sabin. I uh,want to warn you not to
interrupt my husband when he's - playing my favorite tune.
- That all you want? - What else could I want?
- I thought you might want to - warn me about something else.
- I don't know you. You may deserve what's in store for you. - I might, I'm no angel.
- That's lucky, angels get their - wings singed in Purgatory.
- Good evening, Mrs. Hoag. Met a friend of yours this
afternoon. - Did ya, who was he?
- A man named Grady. Grady, well I don't think I,
never heard of him. Last night a couple of ranchers
lost their herds. Is that so? Probably just some
of the boys letting off a little steam, huh. Let off a little lead too. One
of the ranchers got killed. Sabin, take a look in that
mirror there. Now you see all those people? The world is
covered with a swarm of them like the swarm of ants. So what
difference does it make it two - or three of 'em get stepped on
- Like you? Yep, like me. - Do you know any more chords?
- Ha, ha. No more. Hey, tell me somethin'. What are
your plans for my future? I don't know. I don't guess
there's a gunman in the country - that'd shoot you.
- I guess not. Now, what you oughta do is take
a nice long ride for yourself. Been told that before. I don't
like it. Hmm. Well in that case, you can
mail these letters for me on your way out. Hmm, hmm? - Naco, Brown, Quijano.
- Three fastest guns in the - territory. You know 'em?
- Only by reputation. - Sendin' for 'em?
- Could be birthday cards. But, you could um, tear up those
letters if you wanted to take that ride. That would be tamperin' with the
government mail. Johnny Naco, Quijano and a man
they call Farmer Brown. Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Sabin first, this is number two,
Quijano. He had one of those letters from Hoag in Purgatory. Quijano, why do you come at
time like this? Well, I received a letter from a
man. It's in english. You know I don't read english. Read it for
me, Juanita. It is from a man named Hoag in
the town of Purgatory. It says, 'The town tamer here
is of great trouble to me. I am offering $1,000.00 to the man
who kills him. - Gracias, Senorita.
- Quijano, come back. Quijano, come back I told you. He was riding north, after the
bounty on Sabin's head. Looks like rain, don't it? Good evening, Mrs. Hoag. Can I
buy you a drink? Not right now, thanks. What can
I do for you? - I'd like to see your husband.
- Sure, follow me. Evenin' darling. I was just readin' somethin'
that all town tamers ought to read. 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
for all time is blind. And at my back I always hear, death's
winged chariot hurrying near.' It's a original edition, I
imported them all from Europe. You like to import things,
don't you? - I like the best, yeah.
- I would like to talk to you - about exporting something.
- What should we export? - That bartender of yours.
- Oh come now, how can you even deal with him? Why he doesn't
even wear a gun. Buy him one. Give it to him for
a birthday present. I sent him a card. I'm gonna rise you with a broken
jaw. - Someone had asked him to move.
- Rough bartender. Goodnight, Mrs. Hoag. Sabin. Call her Mary. Goodnight, Mary. - Dipper.
- Huh? Sure is nice, isn't it?
The rain. - Yep. Sure, sure.
- You know, I've been thinkin'. There's a U.S. Marshal over at
Irontown. Oh, let sleeping dogs lie. Well, maybe we could get him to
make out a legal order puttin' - Hoag outta business.
- You askin' the law to help ya? That's like bitin' the hand that
feeds ya. When it stops raining, you ride
over to Irontown. See if you can shag onto that marshal. I just hope he don't shag on to
me. You come back, you can help me
fix the leg on my desk. - Your desk?
- The desk. - Dipper, what you lookin' at?
- Fanny. - Goodnight, Dipper.
- Goodnight. - Well, I made it.
- Huh? You didn't make it, they voted
you down. - What do you mean?
- We had a town meeting at at the church today after I
proposed you for marshall, - Marshal.
- You what? Now don't get sore that they
voted not to. You pull a fool trick like that
again, I'll run you outta town. Now git outta here. Git.
Marshal. Fine thing, throwin' a fella
outta his own jail. Gettin' big and greedy. Dipper. Git some oil for those
hinges. Excuse me ladies. Any sign of
'em? - Who'd you expect first?
- Oh, Quijano maybe. Hey, anybody home? Yes, sir. What can I do for you? Which way to Purgatory, Senor? Take the main road, to the
right. - Gracias, Senor.
- Hey, we never met before but I - know you.
- I think I know you too, Senor. To git to Purgatory, you first
first come to Irontown. Man like you ought to ride
around Irontown. There's a Marshal Becker there, real fast
gun. Uh huh, shoots first and asks
manana, eh? - Somethin' like that.
- Gracias. Look out for Irontown and
Marshal Becker. - Now who is that?
- They call him Quijano. - Mornin', Mary.
- What are you doing in there? Well uh, Dipper's just repairing
a few things. Anything I can do - for you?
- Well, my husband wants to see - you.
- Oh. How did it happen, you and Hoag? We were on our way to Wichita to
be married. Stage went off the road and crashed. Broke his
back. - And you went through with it?
- Yes. You don't look like the kinda
woman who'd lead a man into - a trap.
- I'm not. Well, anyhow, ladies first. Sabin, got a man causin'
disturbance in here. What do you want me to do about
it? Want you to keep order like the
town's payin' you to do. Oh Fanny, where you been Fanny? Now, aren't you gonna arrest
him Sabin? Look at that, you can he's drunk and he's disorderly. - Howdy, Marshal.
- I'm no marshal. Come on, git him outta here,
Sabin. Tame the town. You tell 'em, Marshal. Hey, you behind that bar, you. Hey Fanny, that's good shootin'. - He's not a lawman.
- Hey, come on Sabin, now keep - order.
- You tell 'em, Marshal. Dipper. Come on, git outta here. Dipper, straighten up now. Come
on. - Little Fanny.
- Whoops. Look, you're makin' me behave
like a lawman. Now you old goat, come on. (drunken singing)
Ya hoo! Dadburnit you, let's go on home (drunken singing) - Watch it.
- (drunken mumbling) Oh, Fanny. Hello, Fanny. Oh, sweet Fanny. You know it's a fine day. Jail
ain't home sweet home if you - lock the door.
- Now, you sober up. First thing in the morning, you ride over to
Irontown and see that marshal. - Buenos dias, Senor.
- Mornin'. - You traveling far?
- Irontown. You goin' far? No, not too far. Purgatory. Boy, it's sure a nice day to be
travelin' on the trail. - Nice day to be alive.
- Snort? Ah gracias, no. To drink during
the daytime makes me sleepy. Today, I like to stay awake and
bright. Well, adios amigo. So long. Marshal Becker. Come on in. - Buenos dias, senor.
- Well Quijano, come on in. - Is that my invitation, Senor?
- Thousand dollars Wait. Now, you sure you can
handle this? I didn't ride this far, Senor,
to tell you no. Alright. Well, you better wait
until tonight. Sabin comes in here every
evening. Senor, the sign across the front
of the town, I don't read - english. What does it say?
- Oh, that sign says 'When you ride into Purgatory, say goodbye
to God'. - Hasta la vista, Dios.
- What'd you say? This may be my unlucky day. I, I
lose something. - Well, what'd you lose?
- A silver cross and chain. Oh, say that's uh, too bad,
Quijano. Sorry. Hey, Marshal. Marshal Becker is dead. Well, I guess that takes care of
getting any legal action against Hoag. We'll have to handle this
ourselves. What do you mean 'we'? I ain't
no deputy. Oil for the door hinges. Hey Elmer, do you know where a
fella could get a little oil? - Over at the Babylon.
- I ain't welcome over there. What say we go down to the
Nugget? Come on, Lee. I'm Mary Hoag. I'd like to talk
to you. You his wife? But you're so
beautiful. I want you to leave. I'll give
you the money. Take it and go. You think I kill a man only for
the money, Senora? Then why did you come here? Once I was filled with pride, a
man beat me like I was a dog. To him, I was the scum of the
earth. He was what you call a - town tamer.
- Well, you have nothing against - Sabin.
- I never hear of this Sabin. But I still hear the sound of
the whip. - Give me a beer.
- Red's been lookin' for you. I want you to bend me some
irons. Gonna fix some shelves and a bunk bed. Play me a mexican tune, Senor. Hoag. Send him home, before it's
too late. Hasta la vista, Dios. Sabin, buy you a drink. Alright everybody, drinks are
on me. I'll buy the drinks. Give me a whiskey. Number three, Johnny Naco.
That's Johnny Naco's game, he tended to be lazy and careless
and slow. How about bed and board for the
night? Sure. - Far to Purgatory?
- Irontown comes first. Number four, Farmer Brown they
called him. He used to gamble down on Larimer Street down in
Denver. Never carried a gun. Never needed one, til one day a
young punk shot him in the face. He became a killer, a fast one. - Ah, good morning.
- Good morning. What's the toll - for the bed and board?
- A dollar. Looks like you got a customer
for your blacksmith shop. Yeah, ornery lookin' critter,
ain't he? Looks like he's thrown a shoe. I mean the rider. I hear you're a fast gun,
mister. - Who's he?
- Zodie Dawes. - I guess I'll be movin' out.
- Go ahead, move. - Oh, now look, Zodie.
- I have to work for my livin'. Don't give me no time to be a
fast gun, does it? I guess not. Now look, I'm in a hurry. I've
got to get to Purgatory. If you're so fast, you'll get
there on time, won't ya? Don't ya answer people? - Now look, Zodie.
- Call me mister. Sure, mister. Can you beat it, stranger? Why not show the stranger how
fast ya are? Now look, mister, I've got to
get going. I'm late already, I'm an awful
slowpoke. Now, I'm overdue in Purgatory,
mister. Now look, please. Cheer up. So long. My horse threw the shoe. Fix it. - Howdy, Fanny.
- Uh, is uh, Sabin around? He'll be back pretty quick. - You wanna say somethin' to me?
- No. I hold fort as deputy here
sometimes when the going ain't - so rough.
- Tell me Dipper, what have you been able to find out about him? - Oh, not much.
- Is he married? - Marshal? No Fanny, not him.
- Well, what's his first name? - Tom.
- Where's he from? - Oh, I don't know.
- Well, don't you know where - he is now?
- You sure ask a lot of questions. He just left here
about a minute ago, went down the street. Should be back any
minute. Oh, there he comes. Hinges sure set my remainin'
teeth on edge. I told Marshal to get some oil and oil them. You're certainly fixing things
up around here, Mr. Sabin. Well uh, uh, Dipper wanted to
build a new gun rack and a few odds and ends. Oh, he's
gonna put some shelves over here and, oh yeah I forgot, new
chandelier. Imported all the way from Perkins General Store. Now
you might tell your husband, he likes to import things. Genuine
steel from Pittsburgh. Oh yeah, and we had the
blacksmith make us some new bunks. The old ones were falling
apart. And we're going to put a partition right through here in
case this town ever gets a marshal. In case the marshal
ever catches a woman who deserves free room and board. You came to tell me to leave
town. Are you staying just for the
money? - Not now.
- You stood up to Quijano. Maybe you can face the others
who'll come to kill you. But you'll be destroyed by a man
without a gun. A man you can't shoot, because he can't stand up
to you and the only kind of fight you understand, a gunfight When he broke his back, he beat
every fast gun in this country. He's a cripple, Sabin, and such
a man could hold a pass against - you.
- Why can't you break through - the pass?
- Call it loyalty. - Then you're in it too.
- For better or for worse. I'll tell you something about a
man that lives by the gun. He'll never have a happy woman. Quijano didn't get you, but
someone will. Your woman, whoever she may be, will never
know if you're coming home at night. You don't sound like a woman
pleading for a man. - I'm not.
- I have no woman to plead for - me.
- Then you're going through with it? Til death do us part. When he comes out, git that chip
off your shoulder. They call him Farmer Brown but
he's a fast gun. I mean it. Farmer Brown, he'd better stick
to plowin'. Wonder why our buddy's headin'
to Purgatory? That gunfighter Quijano, now the
Farmer. Farmer Brown. Did you git him? Hey, Marshal. She wants to see
you, Marshal. You know you gonna git yourself
into a peck o' trouble goin' around callin' people names like
Marshal and Fanny. - Who wants to see me?
- That cute little Fanny, Mrs. Hoag. Asked if you'd be walkin'
down the street by the general store there, at 10:00 sharp.
Said she'd be waitin' for ya. If your knot head enough to fall
for crap like that ... What time did she say? Well, if you're fool enough to
get your head blown off, you - better get started.
- Thanks, Dipper. Here's to your health, Marshal. - Good evening, Mr. Sabin.
- Good evening, Mrs. Hoag. Care to walk a bit? You know Sabin, last night with
Quijano, you were about a half - second from death.
- Half a second can be a long - time. Where we headed?
- You'll see. How did you get started in this
business of yours? - With a marriage certificate.
- Sorry. How'd you get started in your
present business? - With a gun.
- Sorry. You know, we keep a gun behind
the bar. I'm pretty good with it I could've grabbed it last night
to help you against Quijano, - but I wouldn't.
- I never rely on women for - protectin' me.
- I'm just trying to explain that I won't betray Hoag, even
if it means your life. - Would you help him get me?
- No. I'm Hoag's wife, I'm going to
stay his wife. But I like you. I'd like to think that you're
somewhere, alive and whole. - Do you understand me?
- We'll see if I do. - Did you hear something?
- Uh, I'm not sure. Why did you come for a walk with
me if you were so suspicious? Did you ever hear of a lady
named Salome? The girl that wanted John the
Baptist? The same and she couldn't have
him. She demanded his head on a - silver platter.
- Did she get it? - Well, did she?
- Um hmm. You're damn right she did. Now you stay outta this and quit
starin' at me that way. You're not the law and I'm no
gunfighter. You're no gunfighter, you won't
be needin' this. - That wagon hurt you, Tom?
- I don't think so. But my hand and my arm been givin' me
trouble. What's with these bullet cuts
you got in your arm. You better exercise it. It might
come from the cold night air. I saw you last night heading out
toward the rock with Mrs. Hoag. Why you ol' reprobate, Marshal.
So, you took her out to the rock - Well, what about the rock?
- That's the wishin' rock. - Wishin' rock.
- Dipper, aren't you gittin' a - little old for wishin'?
- Oh, you never git too old to wish, Don. - What do you want?
- I came to plead with you. But, I've changed my mind. - Where's Hoag?
- He's in his office. - Uh, you'd, you'd be the Farmer
- Um hmm. Well, you know who I am? - Feels like more 'an a thousand
- It's two. Git your town tamer in a poker
game. - Yeah, why?
- Do it. - I guess I could then.
- There's a way of shootin' a man under a card table. He never
knows what hit him. I heard you were so fast you
didn't need any tricks. I am. But you doubled your offer to be
sure. I'm gonna be sure too. You know that poker game's a
trap. You know the Farmer's in town. Why do you have to do it? I don't like the idea of lyin'
in bed at night, expectin' to git it through the window or in
the back. Or everytime I turn - the corner.
- We can sleep out on the prairies. Look Marshal, say,
you're no marshal. You don't have to do it. You goin' over
there? - Win or lose.
- Just a minute, I got somethin' for you. Why don't you learn how to spell
resignation? Well, I can spell quit. That's my resignation whether I
can spell it or not. Come what may. Come what may. - Somebody die?
- Called himself Farmer Brown. Gambler. Seems he got caught
bluffin'. Too bad. What's the matter, Hoag?
Am I upsetting you? Huh? No, it's good to see you, Johnny Why don't you join me honey? You're still the same old
Johnny, huh? How do I repay you for your
kindness? He's the local town tamer. - You short changin' me?
- This'll buy me a new bedspread - here.
- I know, imported. Ah, let's get this thing over
with. Aren't you gonna count that
money? - I don't count.
- It's three thousand. I git a raise and I don't even
have to ask for it. - Gotta comb?
- Yeah, on the dresser. Listen Johnny, you gonna do this
the easy way, aren't you? My way's the easy way. Face to face. Well, why not get the drop on
him? I get the drop on him after the
play starts. I'm faster. - He made Quijano look slow.
- Quijano was slow. Farmer got him in a poker game,
had a gun on him. How do we get the town tamer to
come in? Well don't worry, he'll be in.
The good people of the town have seen to that. Tell Jack this stuff just
arrived. - Is that the new town tamer?
- Yeah, guess he ain't got long to go. Johnny Naco's in town. - Johnny Naco's in town.
- Where? - The Babylon.
- Thanks, Doc. - Sabin.
- Well, can I leave my wagon - here awhile?
- Sure. Now, he'll be in here soon.
Word's gonna spread that you're here. If you wanna go through my
office, it's a shortcut to the - saloon.
- Thanks. Well, you must be imported, too. - Meet me somewhere?
- Where? - At the church.
- Now you don't look like no - churchgoer to me.
- It's not really a church. - Anyway, it's out of business.
- Besides, it ain't Sunday. - Who are you?
- I'm Hoag's wife, call me Mary. - And him a cripple.
- I'm not. - Got work to do.
- Don't be a dull boy, Johnny. I've got to shoot a man and if I
go to church with you, that man's life might be saved. Is
that it? - Have it any way you want.
- Later. If you gentlemen will step back
away from the bar, me and another gent's got some business Town tamer's comin' in. Sure lucky we didn't give him no
badge. Well, so that's not enough. I'm not sure what my price is
now. Well, now wait a minute, Johnny. I'll kill the man. But it's going to be more
difficult than I figured. - Why?
- And a little more expensive - than you figured.
- I said 'why.' He's my brother. Why didn't your husband tell me
his name? Now I'm asked to draw down on my
own brother. - Your brother?
- That's Tom. - Well, are you going to?
- Yeah, I am. How long since you've been in
church? - You going to preach to me?
- I could try. I'll see you in church. - What went wrong?
- Nothin', just a little postponement while Johnny
Naco decides what his price is gonna be. Wonder if this is still a
church? Something you've got to feel for
yourself. No services, no preacher,
nothin'. Just an old building - for the rats and us mice.
- Tell me something about you and your brother, when you were
kids. - Just the usual stuff.
- Wasn't there uh, something of - special interest?
- Yeah, I got caught in a river's undertow once, he pulled
me out. I guess you might say he - saved my life.
- Doesn't that mean anything - to you?
- I like kissin' girls better - than talkin' to 'em.
- Why do you um, have different names if you're brothers? Well, once there was a man named
Cassavedas. Cassavedas gave us a lot of
trouble. One of us killed him, the other
one took the blame. Who killed him? Never mind, you uh, needn't
answer that. No, I needn't say which is which Anyway, we drifted apart, me and
my long, tall brother. I took the name Johnny Naco. Well, you think mouths are just
for talkin' or somethin'? Every time I was ever in church
before, there was a collection - taken up.
- Sure. What's the collection this time? Sabin's life. Alright, I'll just run him out
of town, if Hoag will still pay - off.
- I promise, he will. Alright, you get the town tamer
to come into the saloon. I'll be in the poker game. Johnny, sit down. I'm in love with you brother. Well, nothing will come of it,
I'll stay married but, I do love - him.
- Why tell me? Is this where you - confess or something?
- No, it's the uh, sinner's - bench.
- That figures. How the devil did you get
yourself in a mess like this? And how are you gonna get out
of it? I'll tell ya how you're gonna
get out of it. See that clock? Well, you be
gone by six o'clock. That'll give you uh, just fifty
five minutes to get outta here, won't it? - You mean it, too.
- I mean it. You sure made him run for it,
didn't ya? You dropped something. Try dealin' with your mouth shut I won me a substantial sum by
six o'clock. - Enough to pay for a funeral?
- Whose funeral? - Yours, maybe.
- You a friend'a Sabin's, sonny? Look mister, you, you better
call him Zodie. Gimme two cards. Well, what're you gonna do, town
tamer? We could make you marshal.
Anyhow, it's up to you to act. - I want Hoag in jail.
- Johnny Naco might have somethin' to say about that.
What about it Sabin? You know, if I was sure that I
was gonna win, I'd bring out some champagne I've been savin',
imported from Paris. Fetch the bartender. Johnny, you're not doin' so good Well, there's days when it's all
feathers and no chicken. - Right sonny?
- Just calm down Zodie, wouldn't want to see you without your
head. He's a clown, ain't he? That's a
good one. A poker player without - no head.
- You wanted to see me? Yeah, champagne for Mr. Hoag. I got the oil, Marshal. We're
gonna have things fixed up real good around here. Roof over our
heads, jailhouse we can be proud of and sleep in without nobody
lockin' us in. Marshal? You, you can't leave
now. We got things too good here - Alright, where is it?
- Where's what? You know, my gun. And I'm just the kind of a no
good nobody that could get away - with shootin' a cripple.
- Thanks, Dipper. You're a good deputy. Hey Fannie, Marshal's gonna
leave town, he's gotta run. Tom. Tom, I love you. But I'll
stand by Hoag like I always have - I'm his wife.
- If you say you're his wife and you're true to him, you are his
wife. And if you keep things right,
then you're the marshal. - I'm no marshal.
- I'm no wife. - Raise.
- I'll call. Three sevens. Sent a boy where you should'a
sent a man. Three jacks. Tell'em where you got it, sonny. First good pile I took in. Hope
the kid didn't get too sore. Hey, sonny, come around front
and shoot me in the belly. Hurry sonny, I've only got
fifteen minutes. I'm gonna do it, big man. Sure you are. But not in the
back, please. Come a little farther, shoot me
in the very front. Best laid plans of mice and men. You ready to pull that trigger? First, I want you to do
somethin' for me. I want you to say your prayers. Then I'm going to kill you. Bang! - Hello, Marshal.
- He's gonna run, the coward. - He is a coward.
- Traitor. Purgatory's the first town that
ever tamed a town tamer. Come on Sabin, run from the
sight Sabin's afraid. Coward. I say, let's make him give
our money back. - Yeah.
- Yeah. He can't, I already sent it to
the Cassavedas woman. (crowd talking)
- Go on, git on your horse, - and git on outta town.
- You're a marshal? What kind of marshal are you? Afraid to
even draw your gun. Coward. She was in his office with him.
I always thought she was true to Hoag. To you, Johnny Naco. You, you
made him run like a yellow dog, huh? You paid me enough to kill him.
But, not enough to make me do what I'm doin' to him. Well, what is it you want,
Johnny? Your life. No Johnny, no. He made me ashamed to see my
brother ridiculed. Makin' him run like a dog. Pray over him. Come on, Mary. Put that cannon
down. What's the matter, Mary? I set
you free. I cut you free from the cripple. That's close enough. You can't
miss from there You don't bluff down, do ya? You better get a good grip on
that trigger, kid. Cause I'm gonna shoot you about three
times before you can pull it. I'll take that bet. Mary, put that gun down. It's ten minutes til six, Tom. Won't it ever stop? Must it be
your own brother now? Once I stop, I'm dead. Can you
stop? I thought I could. But, when it
came right down to it, I really couldn't. Guess it runs in the
family. Well, so long,Tom. You can mean that two ways,
Johnny boy. See you in church. Help you for now? See that things are taken care
of. Sure, sure Tom. Town's yours now, Sabin. Say the
word. You know you don't have to
leave now. - Stay, be the marshal.
- Sorry, Mary. Mr. Sabin, the town wants you
for marshal. - Please, Tom.
- Remember Mary, I could never have a happy woman. I'm headin'
for Tombstone. I'll see you there. Come on, Tom. So long, Marshal. This was in '73, the land of men
with guns. Some fast, others a little faster. One the fastest
gun of all.
