( horses whinny ) ( horses whinny ) What the hell is that? I don't know. Woah. ( gunshot ) ( gunshot ) Drive over 'I'm. Bad luck drivin' over
the dead. I don't care. Drive over him. <i> Drop 'em!</i> ( horses whinny ) Woah. Wanna die for the banks? I promise they're not gonna die
for you. Gimme the shotgun. Come on. That's it. Afternoon. ( slaps horse ) Watch 'em, Jake. Yeah, you got any more arms? No. Whew! We hit it big here, boys! Strong box. Bet it's full of gold coins. Now you saw my face. Wait a minute, wait a- Shit. Dammit. No, no. Cover your ears, ma'am. ( gunshot ) There it is. Get in here. Come on, Jake. Damn good plan. Come on. ( cocks gun ) ( gunshot ) ( gun shot ) ( gunshot ) <i> Ahhhh!!!</i> ( horse whinnying ) Nathaniel. Well, you didn't have to put
your Sunday best on to come down here to the
Crow Bait saloon to see me. Oh, well I just came straight
from the bank. How you been? Yeah, fine, fine. Fine as cream gravy. So uh, how's business? Uh, you know, the mine closin'
down hadn't helped none. It's gettin' hard for a man
to find work around here. Yeah. Well, you know, my brother
down in Wichita Falls, season ain't much
better over there. Yeah, well, what can I do
for you? Ok, now, well, uh... I want you
to know that I'm... I'm not here today as
a penny-pinching banker, I'm here as your friend, Nate. What is it? Well, you're three months
behind on your home mortgage and now before you say anything it's no more than a minor
fuss right now. But uh... I- I'll catch up soon. Uh, Laura Lee,
she's been sick. Oh, I'm sorry to hear. I'm sure they miss her down
at the schoolhouse. Yeah. Well, you know,
if it was up to me- But it's not up to you, Hank,
and I understand that. Well, anyway, uh... Jensen's gonna give you
'till August and... well, if you're not caught up
by then he's gonna put a lien on the ranch. I tried to get him to give you
more time, but... It's alright. You know how he is. I do, I do. Thank you for comin' by. I'm sorry. That's... that's ok. Hank Holiday,
how're you doing? Oh, I'm good, I'm good,
Laura, thanks for askin'. Well, I... I should be off,
so... Are we gonna see you
for dinner soon? You bet. You bet. So you feel better. Thank you. Nate. Take care. How's your day? Fine. I know that look. What's wrong? Nothin'. Don't lie to me, Nathaniel Reed,
something's wrong. It's written all over your face. Hank says we have until
August to get caught up. We're behind? How much? Three months. Four next week. Why didn't you tell me? Because we were talking
about having little ones and... now I can just barely
provide for the two of us. A man doesn't want
his wife to think... anyway, things will get better. They will. I know, but you still should
have told me. I'm sorry. I'll be back workin' at
the school soon enough. We'll get through this together. Yeah. We've been down to the blanket
before and we're still here. The Reeds don't give up
their fiddle that easily, right? No, ma'am. Mama's comin' over
in the morning. We're going to church together. Laura Lee, I'm not goin'
to church with your mom, ok? Hey, hey, hey. No, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy is all. I'm gonna go get-
I'm gonna go get doc. No, there's no need. Well, then let me
take you inside. I'll take myself. You've got work
that needs doing. I'm fine. You got a lot of folks comin' in
through here. What are you- get in here! Your wife? What are you doin' here? Get in here. How'd you find me? Jake Breelove's dead. Got let out yesterday
from Coney. He can't prove it, but
word is it was the marshall. What'd Jake do? Who knows? The marshall, he didn't have
no warrant or nothin'. This bartender, he told me
they're looking for Nathaniel Reed's gang. What for? He didn't say what for, but he's sure as hell after us. After you left things
didn't turn out. Things went bad. A couple incidents went awry. Sid nearly got himself
killed and... well, I ain't had a good score
since Santa Fe. Is that how Jake got killed? Robbin' banks? No, he got himself a job
as a bartender. It's been near a year now. Quiet as a dead mouse. Why kill him now? Don't make no sense. He uh... changed his identity
like me. The marshall would have
taken a while to track him down. The way they found Jake,
they- they found him in a way that
I'd rather not tell you, truth be told. Just tell me. They cut him. He was cut up. He was cut up like someone
that was askin' questions and they wasn't gettin'
the answers they wanted. He knew where I was stayin', and
he knows where you're stayin'. As soon as I got the word I rode
like hell to get here. You understand what I'm sayin'? There's a man comin'
and he aims to bury you. I have a wife, a business,
people respect me here. You can't be here, Frank. What, you don't believe me? I believe you. Well then, come on. I ain't runnin'. And I rode my horse into
the ground for you. At least let me spend
the night here. You can stay the night. But you stay in here. Don't tell me you didn't live
more in ten minutes with us than you have
the whole time since. I'll bring you some supper
over later. Still got your guns? Yeah, you got 'em. When you leave here
in the morning... don't come back. So, nausea, vomiting, particularly in the morning,
fatigue... how long have you
had these symptoms? A week, maybe ten days. Well, my medical opinion
tells me that congratulations are in order,
Mrs. Reed. What do you mean? Morning sickness, fatigue... I think you ought to entertain
the notion that you're with child. Are you sure? Well, time will tell us
for certain. In the meantime, if you feel nauseous
you take a drop of that. Alright. Spearmint tea works as well. Nate's gonna just
about pass out. ( laughs ) I'm sure he'll be fine. Oh, I don't know about that. ( sighs ) Dammit. Thank you lord for this food
on our plates and this roof over our heads and all the blessings
you've given us, large and small. Amen. Nate? What? Amen. You hurt your back again? No. One of the horses sick? Nope. Is it about money? Not exactly. What if I did get pregnant? What would happen? I want that. You know I do. We're just not ready. Laura, I have something
I need to tell you. So do I. ( gunshot ) <i> Nathaniel Reed!</i> He's here! Don't shoot! Who's he? No! No, no Laura. No. Nathaniel Reed! I need you to step out of
your residence now with your hands in the air! Don't make us wait
too long, either! I'll think you're plottin'
somethin', we'll have to take some
shots in self defense. You do something again? Is that why he's here? No, I swear, I swear
I didn't. I'm coming with you! No, sweetheart, go up
the stairs. Alright, alright... No, you can't. I'm coming with you! You can't go with me. I'm not leaving you! Do what I'm telling you to do! Go upstairs and don't come
down 'till you hear my voice. Go! He will hang you,
you understand? Or worse. Get on your horse and ride. I'm not gonna let anything
happen to Laura. Go! You think they're comin'
out shootin'? I hope so. I ain't armed. You see that? Yeah, we see that. You want to put down
your iron? I'm not sure. I was really looking forward
to shootin' you. She really was. I need you to acknowledge
that I ain't heel. We acknowledge it,
we ain't blind. Look, I don't know what call you
think you got bein' here... I know you. And I'll never forget you. See this badge? Dangerous line of work,
marshaling'. Most men won't even think about
it but I ain't like most men. You shot my eye out,
that makes you guilty. The doctor said it was
a miracle, you know. An inch either side,
goes right into my brain. He said I was the luckiest
guy he ever met. And these past three years
lookin' for you, I figure you're the luckiest
son of a bitch I ever met. ( gunshot ) Get down Bonnie!! Come here, come here! ( gunshot ) ( shots fired ) Do you want me
to finish him? No, no! We get more if we bring
him in alive! Too bad. Come on. I'm gonna go around back. Yeah. Judging from those bullets
out front I'd say your harboring
Frank Bell. He's wanted for the murderin'
of a marshall in Carson City. <i> Never killed a man who
didn't have it comin'.</i> We all got it comin',
don't we, Frank? ( gunshots ) Shit. ( gunshots ) Nate? ( gunshot ) Nate? ( gunshot ) ( grunts ) <i> Ahhh!!!!</i> ( gunshot ) Shit. ( gunfire ) ( groans ) <i> ( voices outside )</i> We got about a half
dozen out there! I hear 'em. What're we gonna do? I saw 'em shootin' upstairs. ( gunshots ) Laura Lee's up there. I gotta get to her,
see if she's ok! ( gunshots ) Never gonna
make it up there. Oh, I'm goin'. But they will kill you! Then they'll just have
to kill me. ( gunfire ) Nate, she's dead. What? I was afraid to tell you. He killed her. What are you talkin' about? I saw her. I saw her. He shot her in the head,
Nate. No, no. Laura Lee, she's gone. I don't believe you. Accept that. No, no. I'm goin' upstairs. We just killed two
US marshals. We? I ain't leavin' without her. ( gunshots ) ( groans ) You alright? Come on, go! We gotta go! I'm not leaving without her! Come on, go! ( gunshots ) Hiyah! Hold still now. ( winces ) God damn! Stop. I don't expect to be jawing'
with you all night but... me and Sid, we heard there's
some easy pickin's out west. Jackson Hole, maybe. Yeah? You're welcome to join us. It's up to you. She was a school teacher,
Frank. Taught little children. Never... only wrong move she
ever made was marrying me. Did she know about you? Who you were? Yeah. And she stayed with me anyway. I'm truly sorry. I thought maybe things would
come back around someday but I figured I'd be the one
doin' the dyin'. Alright. Let's take care of that thing. We gotta get that out. Give me the knife. ( groans ) Oh, god. Christ. I gotta go see her, Frank. Where'd you go? I just checked on Laura Lee. And? She's gone. The ranch hand confirmed it. Laid her down in front
of the house. I'm sorry, Nate. Sorry, Nate. Frank Bell. You just about met your maker. Near hell did, you trigger-happy
son of a bitch. Nathaniel Reed. You ain't gone shy, have you? Sid Dalton. Evenin'. Glad to see you're above
the snakes, Nate. You as well, Sid. Well, it's gonna take a lot more
than dying to kill Sid Dalton. Hey, I got somethin' special
here I think you're gonna like. That's cider whiskey. They call it Apple Jack. It was conceived, created,
and consumed here in Texas. You been in that little town
this whole time? I have. Don't you get tired of bailing'
hay and totin' feed? That fella with one eye,
that Nate shot? The marshall? The one who killed Jake, he killed Nate's wife,
too, back there. That's the worst thing
I ever heard. Frank says you might be
wanting to go back to work. There's a US marshall
after us, Sid. He's a bad hombre
and he aims to kill us. We could churn butter in an
orphanage until he showed up and it wouldn't matter. He's gonna kill us anyway,
so we might as well work. Make some money so
we can pay the devil. Fair enough. Things'll be alright, you're
amongst friends now, Nate. I'm sorry about your wife. Ok, so what're we gonna
start with? Trains? You thinkin' the Pacific Union? It's always been good. Dangerous. Yeah. No trains. No trains? No trains, no railroads. What, then? Ladies' handbags? I say we go back to doin'
what we know. Stagecoaches. You never know how many
guards gonna be on a train. Could be a dozen. A stagecoach, one,
maybe two. And I think we can get maybe
four stagecoaches in the time it takes us
to hit one train. A lot less chance of gettin'
a load of buckshot in your ass, too. Well, fair enough. You've convinced me. And no killing. No killing, Frank Bell. I'll try. ( chuckles ) These beans is ready. ( chuckling ) Woah, woah, woah. Lose 'em. These two fellas to your left are a lot more nervous
than I am, so no sudden movements,
you hear me? Frank, you keep an eye on
them while I look in the coach. Look who's barkin' orders
now. Hey, I'm captain of this ship. You got a problem with that
I'll be on my way. ( slaps horse ) ( horse whinnies ) You got a problem? No problem. Do what I say. Oh. Ma'am. No, Sid. Sid. No. Alright. Now close your eyes
and count to 100. Really, close your eyes. I'll close 'em for ya. 100. 100. That's good. Keep countin'. ( cocks gun ) Stagecoaches instead of trains. Here's to Nathaniel Reed. Nathaniel Reed is dead. Well, what're we supposed
to call you, then? I say call him Apple Jack. Texas Jack. Woah, now. I like it. Here's to Texas Jack. Texas Jack. Texas Jack. Alright. ( laughing ) Shameless. How's the flow? There's some particularly fine
lookin' women up there in St. Augustine. Like you'd know. I do know. Is that her? Yeah. Can I see? She was a fine lookin' woman. Get them horses saddled, Frank. Yes, sir. I'm goin' into town to stock up. Hey, no more beans. No more beans. ( rides away ) You know, I've
been thinkin'... No, Frank, I don't. I've been thinkin'
Nathaniel Reed's been getting a little too big
for his britches. Why would you say that? Well, we're the ones down
here doin' all the work and he's up there on his horse
barkin' orders. Well, because of Reed you
know we got whiskey, money... I don't mind takin' orders
from him. Yeah, well... he's not as smart
as he thinks he is. What do you know about smart? Mmm. I know a thing. A thing or two. Two might be pushin' it. ( vomits ) God dammit. Apple cider whiskey. Why don't you have
a little coffee? They're comin' hard. They're comin' hard? Yeah. I don't feel like chasing a
stagecoach today, do you? No sir, I do not. I'm gonna try something
different. What do you got in mind? Ok. I don't like it. You don't like anything. Yeah. ( horse whinnies ) You wanna tell us why you're
blocking our path, mister? Just on my way to a funeral,
friend. My- my brother got killed
and I got awful drunk when I heard about it last night and I got in a poker game and
I lost my horse and my gun. I lost my coat. I'm sorry to hear your trouble. But you ain't answered
my question now, did you? Well, I'm hoping maybe I can
catch a ride with you fellas. I'm sorry, can't do that. Company policy,
no- no passengers. I'm not gonna argue with you
about that. Could I ask you, maybe you
got a blanket or something? Help a fella out a little? You said you're going to bury
your brother? That's right. How did he die? Well, sir, he was defendin'
a lady's honor. So they say. It's the least we can do. Awful kind of you. Appreciate that. May still have some extra
blankets in the boot. Have a looksee,
give him what we got. Awful kind of you. Don't mention it. Appreciate it. Y'all seem to be in an awful
big hurry. ( cocks gun ) Shh. Mr. Katchem, how comes it? Hey. I'm gonna have to ask you
to put the scatter gun down. I'd do what he says. The last fella, he got shot
in the eye. Hand it over. That's a good boy. You got him? Yep. Hiyah! What's your name, friend? Ben Weathersby. Well, listen, Ben. There's a safe in that coach and I need you to give me
the combination to it. There is? Oh yeah, there is. I know there is. What's the combination to it? Well, you think they're gonna
give me the combination? My partner back there
has a pistol pointed at Mr. Katchem's head. That son of a bitch has
an itchy trigger finger. Drop it! ( gunshot ) ( screams in agony ) What the hell? Jesus Christ. Just take it easy. Everything's easy, Weathersby. What the hell, Frank? He pulled on me,
didn't leave me no choice. I'm not sure
where it came from. Go 'round front and get the
combination and open the safe. Go! Son of a bitch. What'd you do, Frank? How'd this happen? Frank said he pulled
a derringer. Everybody thinks they're
Doc Holiday. Frank's gonna get us hung. Yeah. We don't need this. ( gunshot ) ( groans ) I said no killing! He was a goddamn witness. Look, you might not know but
I don't answer to you, alright? You wanna declare yourself
the king? You're not. I need a better man down,
goddammit. A better man down. Did you get the combination? Yeah. Well, what's the combination? 6-23-60. Why? In case you forget it. How the hell am I
gonna forget it? ( groans ) Son of a bitch. God. Damn. That's gonna leave a mark. ( horse whinnies ) I hear you collared
Ansell Pickett yesterday. Just delivered. Dead or alive? First way. Well, a dead outlaw is an outlaw who cannot
burden my courtroom. Yeah. What're your plans
for the future? Don't have any. Grab that wanted poster
on the desk there. I could use some of your grit. There's something
I've been chewin' on. Yeah, what? You heard of this fella
they call Texas Jack? I have. What do you think? It's not my business
to think about outlaws. Humour me. Well, he robs stagecoaches,
a lot of 'em, and he drinks this horse piss
liquor called Apple Jack. Can't stand the stuff myself. Word is he's in the area. Uh-huh. I'd like you to check around. I want you to bring him
to me. Alive. Alive? He ain't killed nobody yet,
has he? Not as far as we know. Good. Word has it he used to run
with a few local men I'd like to see hanged. I'm hoping he might be amenable
to helping me ferret them out and take
them down. You don't think taking up with an outlaw might be
bad for business? I'm talking to you,
aren't I? We all have certain events
in our past we might like to forget,
don't we, marshall? Now, Texas Jack, he's made a point
of bloodless thievery. As long as he doesn't kill
anyone, it'll be alright. The public will forgive almost
anything outside of murder. Ok, well, I guess you've got
your man, judge. Come now, marshall. I don't think there was any
question that was the case. Marshall? What? Alive. I heard you the first time. Son of a... that's six in a row. You dirty little pot-taker. The lord has blessed me
on this cold evening. The lord has blessed you
with a horseshoe up your ass. ( doors open ) Beg pardon. Uh, no bartender? He is taking a recess
for the evening. I believe he's ill though
he'd never admit to it. So who's the man to talk to
if they need a drink? You leave your money
on the bar. Five card draw is the game, if such pass-times pose
any allure to you. I find it to be a delightful
supplement to my living. My name's Bart, and if I may,
it is a pleasure. Your presence here is a marked
improvement over the company, ma'am. You just got a compliment. That's Bonnie. I'm Woody.
You're Bart. Who are you? I'm gonna call you Suzie. I'm just gonna take this bottle. You don't mind, Suzie? You um... you look familiar
to me. We met before? No. I think I'd remember you,
on account of the eye. No offense. No offense taken. You know, I can see a lot better
without my hat on, fellas. I'm sure you don't mind. I um... didn't always
have this patch. I had a fine lookin' lady
when I lost my eye. She was beautiful. Had the ring and everything,
you know? I used all my savings, picked
it out of a catalogue myself. It- it was a weird ring, really. It was- it had a snake eating
it's own tail. Can you imagine that? ( laughs ) But she loved it, you know? She loved that kind of stuff. She was a fiery redhead. Yeah, she was beautiful. She had this hair all
the way down her back. It was like a crimson sunset
on Christmas Eve. But after I got this right here,
she said I changed. She did. She said that I had a temper,
I got angry all the time, it was hard to be around me and- well, heck, I couldn't
blame her none, I didn't even want to be
around myself. The doctor who fixed me up
said I was lucky. That it was a miracle,
right Bonnie? Mmmhmm. It was a miracle that I was
even alive. But that miracle, it didn't help
my relationship none. No, siree. My beauty left me,
for the doctor. The miracle-maker doctor. Here's to redheads. I think I wanna take
your money now. Deal me in. You still seem angry. I am, Bart. That's very observant of you. I mean, I- I can't even look
at a doctor still without my blood beginning
to boil. You know, Suzie, I'm still lookin' for the fella
that shot out my eye, and in my quest I've left a lot
of people in the dust. Including my angel. Here's to her. Mmm. I'm trying to figure this out,
Suzie. Have you been to Santa Fe? I've been through
a couple times. Don't make it out to
New Mexico too often. Alright, gentlemen.
Three in. You know, I-
I've been there once. I worked there, too. Give me two. To you, pal. Dealer takes two. So- so the once or twice
you passed through, what were you doing in Santa Fe,
exactly? Sir, are you gonna ask
a thousand questions or are we gonna play
some poker? Bart. ( gunshot ) Hands on the table. Table. On the table. On the table. Don't move 'em. She'll unload her peacemaker
on ya. I know she will. You understand? I understand you just killed
a man in cold blood for no reason. Being a marshall I've got a legal warrant
to shoot Bart Benton. Frank Bell. Frank Bell! You're the one. I- I just- I couldn't remember
so well the face, you know? Like Nate Reed,
Jake Breedlove, I didn't forget those
two faces, no way. Are you the one that killed
Jake? I am, Frank. I did and I am
and he had it coming. This is your unlucky night
playing cards with him, huh? And I'll bet ya, let me look,
let me look... it's a full house. ( laughs ) You're- you're one unlucky son
of a gun, huh? Are you gonna kill me now,
too? I'm afraid so. ( cocks guns ) Nathaniel Reed. Nathaniel Reed. Keep talkin'. You know where he's at? Yeah. He goes by the name
Texas Jack. Wait. Nate Reed is Texas Jack? That's your man. He's acting like a big shot
outlaw now. Ain't the same Nathaniel Reed
that I knew. Well, do you know where
Texas Jack is? I do. Where? I'd have to take you there. Well, lead the way. What's- what's in it for me? What's in it for you is you don't get your
privates blown off by the end of Bonnie's gun. What're you gonna do with
Nathaniel Reed? Hmm? Well, what I'd like to do to him
is I would let Bonnie cut out his eye and then
I would bury him alive in a pine box but unfortunately
I've got a mandate from a judge that says I need to bring in
Texas Jack alive. Why alive? Because he ain't killed
no one yet. At least not in public view. What if I had a way
for you to kill him and not get the judge pissed? I'm listening. What if... Texas Jack was
a murderer as opposed to just
being a thief? That's when you'd be justified
in killing him in public, it being self defense and all. Ok, keep going. I can make Nathaniel Reed
the most wanted fugitive in four states. $5,000 reward, dead or alive. You can have your eye
from Texas. Hell, you can have both eyes. Return him to the judge
however you see fit, we get our reward, and I would just ask a mere 20
percent and my life, of course. Go on. ( laughs ) I'll plan two stage robberies. I'll do the killing
at the first one. The second one, you catch him in the act,
there'd be no questions. You're pretty quick at turning
your back on your friend. No. Nathaniel Reed's my friend. Texas Jack ain't no friend
of mine. You know what? Ok. But if you double cross me,
I will... I will... finish. So don't let that happen. This plan? When? Let's make it two weeks time. I'll make sure there's bodies so the murders can be blamed
on Texas Jack. ( gunshot ) Mr, Katchem! Hey. What the hell, Frank? ( gunshot ) ( groans ) ( laughs ) You- you are one backstabbin' two-bit, pony-faced, skull
duggerish fella, Suzie! I appreciate them attributes. Now, you get like a dog,
and we're gonna be following. Don't even think about it. Get. Let's go. We're following. Oh my, that is apple pie. You know how we were talking
about taking the stage where they have to slow down
and cross Miller's Creek? But that's where they expect us
to do it. I don't think we should
do it there. I think we should go back up
the road a couple miles, take them there. Fair enough. Where the hell's Frank? Who the hell knows? We'll just do this one
without him. Yeah, well, he was bringing
the ammo. We may have to go get some. Fair enough. Where do I meet you? Meet me at Miller's
Creek crossing. Whew. Ok. What's your name? Laura Lee. Why? Sorry, I thought you were
someone else. Have a good day. You too. Come on. Any sign of Frank? Not a hair. Well, so are we gonna wait
for him or what? No. Like I said, let's do this
one without him. Maybe nobody'll get killed. So you used to live around here,
right? Yeah. I shouldn't have come back. You know, there's something
I gotta tell ya. <i> ( horses whinnying )</i> It'll have to wait. They're coming. Let's go. Come on. Whoa! Hey, now! I'll be taking that scatter gun. That's good. Gimme that pistol. Thank you. Hey, there ain't nothin' here. ( sighs ) Where is it? Where's what, mister? What's your name? Clint Harrison. Clint, I used to drive for
an express company myself way back in the day. How long you been doin' it? Nine years. Hmm. Well, I got stopped one night. A bunch of fellas were gonna
try to separate me from my gold cargo and me bein'
young and dumb I pulled my iron. Ended up wearing a bullet. If you pull that pistol
I'm gonna draw on you and I'm faster than you are,
I promise you, easy. It'll work. Sid, take the fella's pistol. Thank you. Now where is it? It's not here. Put your pistol under his chin. If you ain't carryin' nothin', why are you so squirrley? ( muttering ) Heavenly
father, hallowed be thy- Hey! What'd you say? Hey, God ain't here today,
friend. We ain't the real hands. We were hired to ride here. Who hired you? US marshall Calhoun. Now, you got the bolt on us
by a couple miles. You got a handful of minutes
before he gets here. A friendly piece of advice,
Clint. I think you ought to find
another line of work. You don't seem to have
the stomach to work for a murderin' son of
a bitch like Woody Calhoun. I never doted on the marshall
myself, I'm just workin' to keep bread
on the table. Where's the real shipment? The marshall just hired me
to ride. He didn't jaw about
the truth or nothin'. That there is forthright. ( gunshot ) ( horse whinnies ) ( gunfire ) ( groans ) ( more gunfire ) You ok? Yeah, I'm down. ( gun fire continues ) Texas Jack! I'm a United States marshall! Unless you want me to keep
firing on ya, drop your gun! Raise your arms in the air,
now! ( gunfire ) ( groans ) ( gunshots ) Throw those guns on the ground! What're you doin'? Well, that's not a nick. No, it's... it's alright. Listen, listen. What I was trying to tell
you before. Not now, Sid. I seen your wife! Not now! When I went into town to get
the ammo I saw your wife. She's dead! She ain't dead. ( gunshots continue ) She's alive. She's dead, Sid. I'm telling you! I asked her her name. Laura Lee. <i> Drop those guns!</i> Is that her? It is, isn't it? I don't know what Frank
was sayin', but she's alive. I seen her, ok? So you gonna get on my horse
and you gonna ride outta here. You hear me.! ( whistles ) Ok? Alright. Ok, when I count three- Alright. You get on that horse and
you ride, you hear me? One, two... go! Come on, Calhoun! ( gunshots ) What, are you deaf,
Calhoun? You got nothin', Calhoun! Come on! Come on! Don't kill him! You got nothin'! You got nothin'! You got nothin', Calhoun! ( winces ) Hi, Nate. Laura. Or should I call ya Jack? Laura. Frank Bell told me
you were dead. Told me he saw you get shot
in the head. He told me that he saw them
carry you out and lay you on the porch. Well, I ain't dead yet. And then Sid told me
you were alive and I remember gettin'
on the horse. I had- I had to get
to you, but... I don't remember
gettin' here. How'd I get here? Hank Holiday. Found you hangin' off
a horse outside of town. Brought you in. What are we doing
in this house? Didn't know where else
to take you so the doc helped
carry you over. Thought we lost you there
for a moment. Doc. I can't come out here
for a while so you're gonna have to stop
by the office every day, pick up some clean bandages
and that ointment. You get some rest. Thank you, doc. Thanks for all your help. I'll see ya. What happened with the bank,
and the house? Somebody bought the house, lived in it for a while
and disappeared. It's been empty ever since. I brought our old blanket. Tried to make it look like
it did. So we're breaking the law? We're trespassing? Well, you're the expert
in law-breaking. Laura, if I had known
you were still alive, I never would have put
my guns back on. Are you sure about that? ( knocking ) Come in. Judge. Marshall. You know why I'm here? I can't say that I do. Marshall Calhoun and that
bounty hunter have been leaving a trail of
unwarranted bodies behind 'em. Now, word has it that Calhoun
is your man. I'm certain Marshall Calhoun
is acting in accordance with every law. Hmm. Well, the Governor isn't
as certain I'm afraid. That's a federal arrest order. Hmm. I need you to tell me where
I can find Marshall Calhoun. This is pretty much
the longest beatin' I've ever been privy to. I know. ( laughs ) Sid. Sid. ( groans ) Sid. She's just gonna keep beatin'
and beatin' and beatin' on you, and trust me, it's hurtin' me
more than it is you, until you finally eventually
tell us where Texas Jack is. I told you, I don't know
where he rode off to. ( sighs ) What're we gonna do,
Bon? I just picked this up in Dawson. Been dyin' to give it a try. She's dyin' to give it a try. Sid? Ok. Ok. Oh, wow. This is Nathaniel Junior. Who is he, mama? Hey, little man. Nathan, sweetheart,
this is your daddy. it'll take some time. For him or for you? For both of us. ( gunshot outside ) Where are my guns? I put them in the livery, to keep them away
from Nathan Junior. I'm sorry. It's fine. Go find somewhere to hide. Are you ok? Yes. Go. Nothin'. Looks like no one's been here
in a long time. Let's go. Nothin' here. ( whispering ) Ok, come on. You ok? That's a good boy. They're gone. Oh. Ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Laura. We're ok. ( knocking ) I'm sorry, I just- First thing you need to know
is I hate doctors, so don't piss me off. Help me out. What happened to him? Take him. Good lord. There you are, sit down now. Let's have a look at ya. Oh boy. Keep him alive. How're you doin'? Get off me. Still breathin'? You alright? Alright. ( knocking ) Yeah? Sid! You wasn't supposed
to hurt him. You set us up. No- You're a traitor. It was a misunderstanding. Shut up, you set us up. I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed
to end up like this, Sid. Stop talkin'. Now you look at me. Texas Jack, he might have a
gut shot, he might be alive, he might be dead,
we don't know. But I need to find him
either way. The hell are you gonna do
with him? That's a good question,
Frank. Bonnie and me, we rode out
to his former residence, wasn't there. Bank manager says it's empty. You gotta help me out. I don't know where he is. If I- I knew, I woulda told ya. I just- don't hurt-
don't hurt Sid. You know what, Frank? What? I believe you. Bon? ( gunshot ) ( groans ) ( groans ) It's a bad dream. You took it off? Yeah, it was soaked. You need to eat somethin'. No. You haven't had more than water
in three days. You need to sleep, too. I can't sleep. Not knowing what
I've done to you. Eat. No, no, no. Laura. You saved my life. You know that. I have no hand in who lives
and who dies. All those years I was
drinkin' and robbin'. Bleedin'. My life was just drainin' out
of my body and all I could think about
was you. 'Cause I think you're the only
good thing I ever did. You're the only time
that I got anything right. You got a second chance now,
Nate. It's up to you
what to do with it. I can't say that I'm happy with
what you spent your time doin' but we're together here and now
with Nathan Junior. It's a second chance
for us, too. Hey. Careful, sweetheart. Careful. I'm gonna go visit the doc
and get a change of dressin'. No, stay a little while. I'll be right back. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come over here, son. Let's talk. No, no. Go around. There you go. Hear the wind? Comin' a storm. So, marshall is it? Yeah. He's a bad man here. But good doctors work in
house performin' miracles. Don't I always say that,
Bonnie? He does say that. Yeah. You get the men
who did this? The men? Oh, yes sir, they was real
nasty fellas. I figure that you must be
the guy that people come to see for medical supplies
and tonics, that sort of thing. It's a small town, marshall. Are you married? Widower. My wife passed away
last year. That's sad. How long did it take you before you started bedding
other women? Excuse me? I'm not mumbling. Can you not hear me? How long did it take before
you started bedding other women? I... I loved my wife. So did I. Now, the doctor who put this
patch on me here, he uh... he was a tad more handsome
than you but he- he was always flirtin'
with my wife. Taking advantage of his station. And one day he got her alone
in his office and she was all vulnerable. Now I- I get it, I do. You know, we wanna listen
to and trust everything a doctor has to say but it must be hard for
you not to take advantage of a situation like that,
huh, doc? Excuse me? What are you... ( stutters ) No. No, no. You're gonna tell me right now
who has been coming for medical supplies to fix
a gunshot wound and I'll try and forget
your profession. ( stutters ) Yeah? I- Yeah? <i> ( outside ) Doctor Forrester?</i> ( knocking ) <i> Doctor Forrester?</i> I've come for
the bandages for... ( laughing ) Laura Lee? It's a miracle, Bonnie! It's hallelujah! Look who just showed up. You know, my shoulder
still hurts when it rains from your gunshot. You can't arrest me. Judge said it was accidental. I'm not sore with you,
never was. You come here to kill
my husband? Oh, he's a bad apple,
that one. He's a good man. Oh, you think you truly
know him, do you? I do. Oh. Ok, well he gave me this. Your "good man". But I'm not- I'm not here
to kill him. I'm here to find Texas Jack. Now, you know that's
his new name, your- your "good man", who's done so much
thievin' and- and stealin' and murderin'. He's still my husband! Yeah, he is. Well, your husband is gonna
stand trial for his crimes. Like he stood trial at our home
that day? I don't know where he is. Let's go sit down. Come on. Let me get that for ya. Sit down right there. You get comfortable,
'cause Bonnie and me, we're not going anywhere and
neither are you, Laura Lee. ( knocking ) Calhoun sent me. Told me to tell you he's got
Laura Lee. Where? He's planning on killing you,
Nate. Do me a favour, Hank. Yeah. Ask Mrs. Holiday to come
over here, watch Nate Junior? Sure thing. Ok. And uh, you stay over here,
too, Hank. Nate. You know, she never stopped
loving you. No other man or, you know,
and she had plenty of suitors. I'm sure she did. Thank you. Woah. Woah. ( winces in pain ) Does that thing even shoot? Yeah. Shot a squirrel with it once. When? When I was 16. Well, I guess a man's gotta
aim some to hit a squirrel. Maybe I just got lucky. Yeah. Say, uh, Nate, where do you
think they're gonna... <i> ( whistling )</i> Go home, Hank. This ain't your fight. Let Sid and Laura Lee go. Drop your gun. The other one. Slow. Good. Good. ( gunshot ) ( groans ) No! I want you to see this live! ( crying ) ( choking ) Nate! Nate! ( crying ) ( gunshot ) ( gasping ) ( gunshot ) You're no marshall! Bonnie, you get 'em! ( gunshots ) ( gunshots ) That was some good shootin'! I got lucky. Frank was working
with Calhoun. He's dead now. Good. Can I- can I borrow your
six-shooter? You go get it. Ok. Cover me. ( gunshots ) Ok. I'm gonna go get blondie. Drop the gun. Turn around real slow. Drop the knife. You know, I think I can
still see some of your blood on this knife. ( cocks gun ) You wouldn't shoot a lady,
would you? Drop the knife. Calhoun! Now how do I know if I'm talkin'
to Nate Reed or Texas Jack? I'll come out unarmed. I don't think I believe you,
Jack. You wanna kill me,
that's fine. I got it comin'. But you let her go. You gotta come out first. Let her go first. Nope. Not gonna. You come out first,
I'll let her go. I promise. I'm comin' out. I'm comin' out! Let me see those hands! See? It's you and me now. ( gunshot ) ( gunshot ) ( groans ) Nate, don't do it! Don't do it! I'm gonna rid this world
of you! Don't do it. Don't. Please. Don't. Drop your weapon! Do it. Marshall Woody Calhoun. Yes sir. Arrest him. Marshall Calhoun, your days of killin' folks
as you please are over. I got one more for ya! Git on up there! I'm the bank manager. I'm of undisputed moral
fortitude and I can assure you claims against these two
are accurate. So can I. You're gonna be ok. Get off me! Are you gonna be ok? I'm alright. Well, well. Sid Dalton. Late as usual. No, I timed it perfectly. Now, I just got a new job. Would you have anything
to do with that? I may have. What am I supposed to do
with this? Put it on. Why don't you join us
for Sunday dinner, Sid? Why, thank you. Yeah. Let's go. Remind me to tell you how
your daddy got his nickname. No, Sid. ( chuckles ) Ok. Maybe when you're a little
older, then. You alright? I think everything's gonna
be ok.
