Woman: Come show 'em as nature's...
and we raised the big crop they told us to.
And what becomes of it?
Faith and poor!
Foreclosures!
Evenin', Marshal.
Evenin', Dan.
What are you doing in there?
It's a little cooler in here.
Whew! It's a hot one, huh?
Yeah.
I thought you'd be all tucked in by now.
I just happened to be passing by.
I see.
So you thought you'd stop and check to see if I'd dozed off
and forgot to make my late rounds, huh?
No, sir.
How're the new boots?
Oh, they're fine. I sure thank you for them.
Not too tight?
Oh, no. I like them just fine.
Mm-hmm.
Want to know something, Dan?What?
You're a bad liar.
If you want to succeed in this world,
you gotta learn to be a good liar.
You get on to bed now.
Good night, Marshal.
Maybe you better go on home now, lover.
Go on home before ol' Marshal Patch down there
finishes up his late rounds
and realizes you've been on a four-day drunk
and left your wife hungry...
for a little extra pleasure.
You don't have to count it. It's all there.
Take it.
I can't charge you for crying on my sheets.
I had too much to drink.
Of course you did, lover.
Take the money.
For what?
If a pipe fitter can't lay pipe,
he oughta try another business.
Get out of here, Luke,
before I tell the whole town what a lousy plumber you are.
Son of a bitch...
...I'll kill you, Patch!
Luke: Frank?
Are ya scared?
Yeah, I'm scared.
Now, come on down!
Don't make me shoot.
You're scared of killing me, ain't ya?
Come get me, Frank.
Come blow my head off like you did all the rest of the squirming pigs
that got in your way.
One more killin', and they'll run you out of town.
I ain't keepin' you from anything important, am I, Frank?
Like maybe you crawlin' under my sheets with my wife--
I ain't keepin' you from anything like that now, am I, Frank?
Lester: You having trouble, Marshal?
Oh...
poor, harmless Luke.
Tsk tsk.
Is Doc Adams at your place?
Amen.
What was that?
Is Doc Adams at your place?
Yes, sir, doc's over there, all right. Yeah.
All right. Look out here.
Look out.
Now, folks, the marshal's just doin' his duty.
He's protecting us all against dangerous drunks.
Why don't you and your town council
do somethin' about gettin' rid of that dreadful marshal?
We may just do that.
Hey, Doc!
Sorry to wake you, Laurie.
That's all right, Frank. What's the matter?
I gotta talk to ya.
Come on in.
It's good to see you, Frank.
Gets very lonesome when he's off on one of his long drunks.
Yeah, I know.
I'll make some coffee.
I can't stay, Laurie.
What is it, Frank? What's the matter?
Luke's been shot.
Shot?
He's still alive.
Where is he?
At the Alamo.
All right.
I'm sorry.
How is he, Doc?
It's gonna be hotter than hell.
Frank?
Hmm?
Is he dead?
Not yet.
Hey! What're ya doin'?
Kissing you.
For God's sake, Hilda.
Ah ah ah! Don't use the Lord's name in vain, Daniel.
You gotta be crazy.
Woman: Hilda!
Yes, Mother?
It's after six o'clock, child! What's keepin' ya?
I'm in bed with Dan Joslin, Mother.
Stop that silly talk and get down here! I need ya!
Yes, Mother!
You're gonna get me thrown outta here.
Mother couldn't run the boarding house without you, Dan.
But she did already warn me.
"Dan Joslin's an orphan child, Hilda,
Shh!"and there's no tellin' what he might try to do to you
now that you're of puberty age."
I wish you'd stop talkin' like that.
Why?Why?!
Oh, boy, your head's on loose.
Oh, quit, Frank.
Quit now.
I don't know what you want me to do to
prove to ya you're being bull-headed.
Whatever it is, I'll do it.
I want ya to go away with me, Frank.
You don't have to marry me.
You don't even have to love me.
I'm too scared to worry about my pride now.
I'm tired, Claire.
Then, listen, Frank. Please...
I think you been here too long.
Pa says the marshal didn't really have to kill him.
Your pa ought to learn how to keep his big mouth shut.
I'm sorry, Mr. Oxley.
I didn't mean it like I said it.
I see.
Marshal'd never kill anybody unless he had to.
You know that, Mr. Oxley.
I heard they're gonna bring in the county sheriff--
Will!
You boys better start your paper routes.
And, you, son, you just forget what you heard.
Yes, sir.
Father...
Mona...
Doc.
All right, then.Paper, Mr. Brandt?
Thank you.
Man: Ready?
1...
2...
3.
That's it.
Get it back for you as soon as I can.
Thank you, Vinny. Roy, get me that headboard.
Needless to say, Mrs. Mills, we all share your grief.
What's the price of your cheapest funeral?
Fifty dollars is our cheapest.
Of course, that includes everything--
coffin, small spray of flowers,
and burial, a marker.
Here's ten dollars.
I can give you the rest as soon as I find work.
No insurance?
No, there's nothing.
Mrs. Mills?
I know this is a painful time for you...
but I think you ought to stop in at the mayor's office
and make out a formal complaint against the marshal.
Why?
There has been talk, Mrs. Mills.
What talk, Mr. Brandt?
That the marshal didn't have to kill your husband.
Lester: There's that mayor over there drummin' up a meetin'
with all them rich and proper jackasses.
Hollerin' and shoutin' around.
Quotin' some stupid law or bylaw that,
then they'll go stompin' down the jailhouse take a look at God Almighty.
They'll take one good look back at him
and they'll all wet their britches and go on home.
At least they're tryin' to do something
instead of runnin' off at the mouth.
Ah, shoot. You believe all that hogwash
about why they wanna get rid of him?
Like 'cause he didn't have to kill Luke Mills?
Or them other 12 stinking cruds he put in the dirt since he come here?
Or that he's too quick to use his gun,
or that he's past his time?
They gotta get a little progress around here? Nah...
they want rid of patch 'cause Patch knows.
What's he know?
I guess he knows as much as the Good Lord about this town.
He knows every woman that ever bedded down
with some other woman's husband.
He knows every whore that ever made all them
miserable married little ribbon clerks happy.
Feel like men,
while their wives is off puttin' up preserves--
he knows every dirty rotten low-down thing
about everybody in this town.
Does that include you, Lester?
He knows you're a miserable drunk
who'd sell his old lady for two shots of that whiskey.
You got a garbage mouth, Lester.
Yeah, well, you got a big, long, overdue bar bill in there.
Hmm?
And you need that whiskey, Buck...
just like a baby needs his mama's milk to suck on.
So you be careful what you say to ol' Lester, you hear?
Hey.
What?
There he is.
Well...
speakin' of the Lord.
Hey, Mr. Patch!
Mr. Patch?
Marshal?
Excuse me, Marshal, sir, but I thought you'd like to know
why you was up there with Miss Quintana,
sleepin',
Luke Mills passed on.
Come in.
Is there anything I can do?
Little Annie Laurie.
He called me that.
I used to get down on my knees at night
and pray that he would change.
He could be strong, and...
frightened by the whole, ugly world.
I couldn't understand.
I had to shoot, Laurie.
Otherwise, you would've taken him alive.
I know that.
Do you want some coffee?
Yeah, thanks.
You gonna be all right?
I'll manage.
Laurie, look at me.No!
Look at me!
Look at me.
I tried my damnedest not to kill him.
Does it matter?
It matters that you believe me.
Isn't it more important that theybelieve you?
I don't care what they believe.
At the saloon last night when he lay there all night dying,
I heard a lot of talk, Frank.
They were talking about
all the times in the past that you've disarmed men,
drunken men, without using a gun.
Now...
they may wanna believe strange things, Frank.
Like that you've been carrying a hate for Luke
for some 16 years.
You know that's not true.
Maybe...I made a sad mistake 16 years ago,
but...
I lived with that mistake. I even learned to accept it.
Now I accept that he's dead.
I accept that I'm not gonna hear his pretty lies anymore.
Pretty lies about how he's going to...
find a big pot of gold
and buy me an emerald crown for my beautiful head.
Laurie, you oughta try to get some sleep.
That's what everyone said to me.
All night long they kept saying that.
"Why don't you get some sleep, Laurie?"
They said it's only right and proper that I should give Luke
a good Christian funeral.
Fill him with formaldehyde
and...plaster down his hair
so good Christian folk can come and look at him on display
like in a wax museum!
Don't, Laurie. Don't talk like that.
I'm sorry, Frank. You did what you had to.
And I hate you for it.
Oh, God, how I hate you!
We don't have any law in this jerk-water town. He's the law!
He passes sentence on practically everything and everyone.
The people should be the law and will be the law
when they have the verge to get rid of Frank Patch!
You see, gentlemen...
what we're really deciding here
is whether we move forward or backward.
We either keep up with the times,
or we lose out.
You know what it took to get the railroad to come through here.
And the day we got it, we were all riding high,
just waiting for new business and industry to come pouring in.
But suppose you're an eastern investor,
just...just stepping off the train?
You've come to look us over.
Come here a minute. I want to show you something.
That's our town marshal,
Bo Patch.
Probably slept in those clothes always did...
look at him. Reminds you of the cover on a dime novel.
"rootin'-tootin' cowboy with guns blazing."
Can you see that man in this picture?
This is a new town.
He's all used up.
Well, Andrew?
Well, I... I don't want any trouble.
But if you want my honest opinion...
by all means, Andrew, we want your honest opinion.
I-I'm sorry, but I'm afraid he's too proud and stubborn
to quit.
Well, what would you suggest we do, Andrew?
I'm afraid I don't know.
However...
I'll go along with anything you gentlemen agree on.
In the 20 years I've known you, Andrew,
I can't remember you completing a sentence
without saying, I'm sorry or I'm afraid.
No sense in getting mad, Mr. Rosenbloom.
Not mad...
just sad.
Very sad.
Sign the paper, Chester, and let's get on with it.
Marshal?
Hmm?
Do you know anything about sex?
Some, I guess.
Hilda?
Yeah. Mm.
She's driving me right out of my stupid mind.
I mean out.
I know it's hard to understand, but...
well, it's hard to think straight
with all that softness and heat in her face and everything.
I know. I know that.
You know something, Marshal?
What's that?
I wish I was a kid again.
Yeah.
Don't burn out your pipe, son.
Oh.
I haven't done anything to her.
You know that.
You haven't?
No!
That's good.
Not that I wouldn't like to, though, you understand?
Oh, sure. I understand that all right.
But how do you stay easy?
I mean, how's a man supposed to stay easy?
Well, you ever try sticking your neck under a pump
and letting the cold water run down your back?
No. Does it help?
Never helped me.
Well, now...
it looks like we're gonna have company.
Not now, Paul.
Fix it later.
Hello, Frank. Danny boy.
Doc said we'd find you here,
and sure enough, this is where you are.
Let's get on with it, Chester.
Hey, catch anything?
Hey, looks like you fellas have done all right.
By golly, I haven't been fishing in so long.
I'd sure like to drop in a line right alongside yours now.
That what you come out here for, Chester?
To fish?
No...
No, I'm afraid we're here on official business.
Yours is a tough job.
I would've thought you'd have had your bellyful
of killing by now, that right?
You get used to it.
You mean it doesn't bother you?
That's not what I said.
Comes easy to you, though.
Andy, if you're trying to say it's in my nature...
well...isn't it?
If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here alive and kickin' now, would I?
While Luke's laid out on a cold slab.
That's the advantage in being a professional.
Well...
as I see it...
if I wasn't good at my job, you wouldn't have hired me in the first place.
And the day I'm not good at it, you'll wanna be rid of me.
That rightly so?
That's well-said, Frank, well-said.
Well, now, I'll take the bull by the horns.
The honest truth is
that we don't want a man that good anymore.
With someone like you around, incidents like last night are bound to happen.
We want to leave all that behind us.
We want to join the 20th century.
I see.
And as soon as you join up, you're all gonna change,
is that it? Huh?
Now, that's somethin' I'd sure like to see.
Think I'll just stick around to watch.
Give him the paper, Chester, and get on with it.
Chester, this morning I got a check from your office
for seventy-five dollars, my monthly wages.
Same wages I got 20 years ago
when ya begged me to take this job.
We had the sole right to hire you, Frank,
which means that we've got the sole right to fire you as well.
That's technically legal.I think you're forgetting something technically--
not so far as I--you promised me the job for as long as I wanted it.
I still want it.
Andrew, here, being a scholarly man,
doesn't seem to think our promise is the point.
Right, Andrew?
A promise is one thing...
but I'm afraid it won't hold up in a court of law.
If you folks wanna take this to a court of law, best you get started.
Damn you! You can't do that to me!
Why don't you make a move, Andy?
I got my back turned.
Pa, get up.
Pa, get up!
When does that county sheriff get in?
The afternoon train.
I want patch out tonight!
That's an interesting idea, but how do we do it?
If you can't force his resignation, get him out any way you can!
But you saw him! What more do you want me to do?
Jack, I think six cases of the Kentucky bourbon
and maybe four boxes of cigars.
That ought to do it.Yes, Miss Claire.
Come on in, Doc.Morning, Claire.
What'll it be, Doc?
Nothing. This is a professional call.
Business.
What business?
I got an order from the town council here, Miss Claire.
I've come over to give them all a medical inspection.
If I find any disease...
I'm supposed to close you down.
You go right on upstairs and inspect, Doc.
Just make sure you don't give them anything they haven't got.
Ha!
Ha ha ha!
You can't just run off, son.
That wouldn't be fair to me now, would it?
Well?!
Answer me.
I've always loved and respected you, Pa...
I'm not ashamed of that.
But out there, I almost got sick to my stomach.
Will...
there's more to this than can be explained.
Try, Pa!
Try to explain to me how Frank Patch
can push my father around.
Explain to me how he can make all of you crawl on your hands and knees
whenever he wants to!
God knows, I've never been strong, son.
I've tried, but somehow...
You can't leave me!
You hear?
Pa, I just can't face those people out there.
I just can't.
Will...
I love you very much.
And I give you my word you'll never...
have to feel ashamed of me again.
I made it for you special.
Thanks.
Excuse me. I--I gotta go.
Marshal?
Howdy, Dan.
I just saw Mr. Oxley headin' into the Alamo.
What's so unusual about that?
Well, he had a rifle.
So?
The only time I seen him with that rifle
is when he and will go deer hunting.
Yeah. Well, could be he's gonna get it fixed.
Then, again, could be he's goin' deer huntin'.
Seems awful hot to go deer huntin'.
Yeah, that's true.
Don't you worry about it.
All right.
Dan?
Yeah?
Thanks.
I don't understand, Marshal.
You don't understand what?
They said they're gonna bring in the county sheriff to take you.
Why?
I never pay too much attention to what they say, Dan.
About the only exercise they ever get is movin' their jaws.
Be careful.
Yeah.
Marshal? Hmm?
Down by the river, why did you hit him?
I got a bad habit of losing my temper, Dan.
You didn't answer my question.
That's right. I didn't.
Woman: Thank you, Doc.
Thank you, baby doll. Thank you, baby doll.
How much, Doc?Huh?
You know, your medical examination.
What's your fee?
On the house, Miss Claire.
On the house.
Hey!
Jake!
Mr. Oxley, he's out gunnin' for the marshal.
Frank...
Now, don't worry.
Children! Come on!
Come on!
This oughta be kind of interesting.
Andy!
Don't be a damn fool. Come on outta there.
Andy?
Andy?!
Damn it, Andy, I wouldn't have talked.
Go on home, Dan.
There's nothing you can do.
Will: Don't you touch him!
Leave me alone with him.
Pa!
Sure glad to have you here, Lou.
Hi, Lou.
Hello, Sheriff.
Chester: Lou, you've got to help us!
We always knew you would!
You've got to handle this!
It's more than a town problem, it's a county problem now.
If a man commits a crime in this county,
it you're problem as well as ours.
It isn't that we can't handle it ourselves.
It's just that we all feel it should be handled by
a law enforcer who can reason with him!
I need a drink.
If a citizen swears out a complaint,
you've got to act on it.
May I serve you, your honor, sir?
Beer.
I said if a citizen swears out a complaint,
you've got to act on it!
I'm sorry, Mr. Trinidad,
I don't believe we've got any of that wetback whiskey
around here.
This American stuff is pretty good
if you'd like to try any.
Man: We need your help badly, Lou.
Pardon me for buttin' in, Your Honor, sir,
but if you gentlemen have got important matters to discuss,
I suggest that you do so in the privacy of my office.
It don't seem hardly proper
that the town's most prominent citizens,
the sheriff of the county, and all,
holdin' an important meeting in an upholstered outhouse like this.
Come on.
Hi, Chester.
You got me here to file a complaint.
Now, what's the charge?
Murder.
The murder of Luke Mills.
All we wanna do is arrest him and hold him for trial.
And move in a small uniform police force while he's waiting trial?
Something like that, yes.
Sign it. Go down and give it to him.
We'd all appreciate it if you went down there by yourself.
He might have more respect for the law.
You folks are still afraid of him?
Why is that, Chester?
Conscience, maybe?
What the hell do you mean?
Frank Patch is your conscience, and you fellas are afraid.
We want him out right now!
And if you're not capable of it,
we'll have to do it by the only means left to us.
Say, I wanna beg you gents pardon
for breakin' in this way,
but I figured this boy had a right to be here.
He's got something important to tell y'all.
What is it, son?
Go on, tell him.
I'm gonna kill him, Mayor.
I'm gonna kill him all by myself.
Listen to reason, son. We all know how you feel, but--
but nobody has the right to take the law into their own hands.
Is that the kind of advice you're gonna give me?
Well, is it?
See, the town don't want no vigilante law.
Unless all legal and peaceful means fail.
You know that. Your dead daddy taught you about law and justice, didn't he?
I think we oughta let these honorable gentlemen decide, huh?
In my opinion, I think you have a right to kill him.
And no jury would convict you
if they knew what the people of this town know.
Will, your father was a fine man.
Nothing you can do will bring him back.
I want that man dead.
Marshal?
Hello, Dan.
Awful seein' a man kill himself.
One minute, he's there, alive...
then he's dead.
Blood and the smell of powder smoke.
It's all over and done with.
It was awful.
Why did he want to kill you?
Hello, Frank.
Hello, Lou.
I got a complaint.
I'm gonna have to arrest you.
You know it wasn't murder.
You wanna lock me up knowin' it won't stick,
but by the time I get out, there'll be somebody else on the job, is that it?
I can understand your feelings, Frank.
That's a hell of a lot more than I do.
Are you gonna listen to somebody once in your life?
I'm listening.
What the hell do you want to do, sign your own death warrant?
You did me some favors. I figure I owe you something for it.
For makin' those red-blooded Americans out there
accept me as your deputy.
Ten years ago they said they'd rather leave town
than take orders from a greaseball.
Five years ago, you stepped aside,
you let me run for county sheriff unopposed.
You owe me nothin'.
I figure I do, Frank.
But I'm going to ask you one more favor...
I'm asking you to resign before they kill you.
Get the hell out of here, Lou.Resign, Frank.
Get out!
Resign, you goddamn idiot!
You ungrateful gre--
Greaseball, Frank.
Don't listen to me.
I'm County Sheriff
because you shoved me down the people's throat.
"In my town, they take what I want to give them."
Remember, Frank?
Even somebody you thought was second-class
just like they did?
I got a good life, Frank.
I want my kids to have the same.
The point is, you can't do any shovin' anymore.
Frank, they don't want you now.
They'd like to shove me down your throat now.
Dan: Marshal?
Feel better, Frank?
Don't hit me again.
Get back to 'em, Lou.
They gotta stay in line, son.
Sure. They gotta eat dirt, too, if you tell 'em to.
Oh, Dan.
Dan, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Fear is the only goddamn thing they understand.
God Almighty, what's happening?
Patch is going to be hard to bring down alone.
And I mean awful hard.
You heard what they said. They'll back me.
Boy, I wouldn't put no stock in what them ribbon clerks have to say.
Listen, this thing's gonna take some cool-headed thought.
You ain't cool-headed. He ain't, ya know.
You can't be cool-headed, after seein' your daddy layin' there
with the whole top of his head blowed off.
I'm really sorry about that, Will.
You got somethin' to say, you just come out and say it.
What's your stake in this, anyway?
How come you're so interested?
What's so funny about that?
I mean about me bein' on your side?
I've got plenty of reasons of my own
for wanting to be rid of him.
Hell, I got about 20 years' worth of reasons.
If I thought you needed convincin'...
I don't need convincin' or anything else from you.
I can take care of this all by myself.
Relax, will ya? Hmm?
When I get this thing figured out,
then I'm gonna make you a proposition...
and not one minute before.
There's only one solution.
What are you suggesting?
We kill him.
I believe it's obvious that I've no place here.
How will you kill him, gentlemen?
Burn him at the stake?
Butcher him like a bull?
Throw him in a sack and drown him?
Why don't you go someplace and thank your messiah
we don't send you back to your holy land.Shut up, Ivan!
No! I've taken all the insults I'm gonna take from this peddler.
Dammit! Let's stop this name-calling.
We're the town council. We've got to deal with this situation.
I have no choice but to go along.
Civilization's a wonderful thing, ain't it, Doc?
Uh...
if they ever get it started, it might work.
Amen.
I'm takin' the 6:10 outta town, Frank.
Come with me.
Please, Frank.
I can't, Lou.
Good-bye, Frank.
Good-bye, Lou.
Come in.
I wanna marry you.
Well?
What for?
What's so strange about that? People do it all the time.
Sit down, Frank.
After all these years,
why are you just asking me today?
I don't know.
Maybe I figure my time's up.
Don't ever talk like that.
I begged you to quit, but that's wrong.
Your time is not up.
There's a hell of a lot of them out there
hopin' it is.
You did mean it, didn't ya?
Mean what?
About marrying me.
Yes.
When Frank?
Right now.
Can a bride have an hour to get ready?
Take you that long?
Mm-hmm.
Well, all right.
But hurry up.
And, Frank? Yeah?
What about the minister?
He might want to be in on this. Yeah, sure.
Frank?Uh-huh?
Witnesses?
Witnesses, fine.
Never mind.
I'll take care of it.
You're a good girl.
Okay, Maude.
We are gathered here in the sight of god
to join this man and this woman
in holy matrimony.
Frank Patch, do you take this woman
to be your lawful wedded wife,
to have and to hold in sickness and in health,
to love her, to honor her,
and keep her from this day forward
until death do you part?
I do.
Claire Quintana, do you take this man
to be your lawful wedded husband,
to have and to hold in sickness and in health
to love him, honor him,
and obey him from this day forward,
until death do you part?
I do.
The ring, please?
Repeat after me...
With this ring...With this ring...
I thee wed.I thee wed.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Lester: He what?
He's over at the parsonage.
He's makin' it all holy and legal.
Well, now...
You got that loaded?
Yes.
You can give him a real fine weddin' present, boy.
Get out of the way.
Give me that rifle.
Come on, boy.
Never mind that. You've had enough of that.
Come on, get up. Come on.
Now, listen. It's best you go out the back way, see?
We'll join you in a few minutes.
Let go.
All right, boy.
Here, you take the rifle.
Come on.
Go ahead, boy. Go ahead.
Sure is too bad we ain't got time to attend services
for poor Luke Mills.
Yeah.
God rest his soul.
God go with ya, son.
Thank you.
Good-bye.
Thank you very much.
Frank, God bless you both.
Thank you.
Frank? Hmm?
I can't go to the rosary.
I don't like funerals.
Especially on a wedding day.
All right. We'll see ya after.
You take good care of him.
Dan?
Yes, sir?
Go on inside, both of you.
Is there something wrong?Go on. Go on in.
Name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost. Amen.
I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
creator of heaven and earth and in Jesus Christ, his only son, our lord.
No!
...was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into hell...
The kid didn't wait.
Why'd my father kill himself, Marshal?
I don't know, son.
Tell me...
Tell me!
A long time ago a man was killed...
shot in the back.
And my father did it?
Nobody knew for sure who did it.
You knew.
Why didn't ya hang him?
There was nothin' to be gained by hanging.
The dead man had a child, a son...
your father agreed to raise him as his own.
Like they say, Marshal...
you run things your own way.
When there's nobody else around, somebody has to, Will.
Right or wrong, somebody has--
Stay here.
Ah!
Give me some shells!
I told you to stay up there! Come on!
Dan! Get off the street!
In the office!
Get him!
Give me the gun.
God bless him.
I'm gettin' outta here.
No, you ain't, Phil.
I said I'm gettin' outta here!
Get out of the way!
Ah!
Frank, where are you going?
To the rosary.
No, please, don't go.
I have to.
Please.I have to.
Please...
Frank...
God have mercy on me.
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