Three Godfathers (1936) - full transcript

There it is.

New Jerusalem.

One of the most sanctimonious,
clean livin'

self-righteous buzzards on Earth.

My old hometown.

Well, what do we care,
so long as they gotta bank and..

...there's plenty money in it.

Seems like a peaceful,
unsuspecting little village.

Almost a sacrilege to rob it.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Better get started, Pedro.



Pedro is already there. Andale!

- Come on, Doc.
- Ho!

Wonderful air, Gus.

You can almost smell Christmas.

Let's you and me
take a trip some place

after we clean out this bank.

Somewhere where we can loaf good.

That's what I need, a chance to loaf.

Maybe some place where you can

help that cough of yours.

Doesn't need any help.

Doing alright by itself.

So long, Gus.

So long, Doc.



Last round, folks.

We're closing down
for the church social.

We open again at 11:00.

Well, you come
to the best place, alright.

Arizona's got a notorious climate.

Lots of lungers come
out here from the east

and get well.

Who said I was a lunger?

Well, ain't you?
That cough.

No, no. No, I just smoke
too many cigarettes.

Don't sound just like
a tobacco cough to me.

Sounds deeper.

I said it was too many cigarettes.

Well, maybe. I guess I am just
naturally a doubtin' Thomas.

Comes from being the sheriff.

I thought it came from your horoscope.

Horos who?

What's your birthday, sheriff?

Uh, January 5th.

Ah, then you were born
under Capricorn.

No, you got me mixed up,
I was born under a tent.

No, no, no.
I'm speaking of the zodiac.

Oh, them fellas.
I've heard of them.

They tell fortunes.

You know, sheriff, Capricorn people

are persistent doubters.

Now, if I said yes,
you'd say no automatically.

Why, no, I wouldn't.

Well, you see?
There you go already.

Well, I'll be. What else
does them Capricorn fellas do?

Well, they wait too long
between drinks.

My golly, that's right too.

How's the old tooth, Ed?

Fillings fell out.

Oh, and I'll fix that
for you in a jiffy.

A little piece of bee's wax and..

- Ooh.
- Oh.

Now, wait a minute.

You know, I, uh, I ought
to fill this with..

But I ain't got time.

Yeah, how's that?

Fine. Hey, you sure
are an A-1 dentist, Amos.

Blackie, start slidin'
out of them spangles.

I ain't never been late
to a church social yet.

Have another drink, Amos.

We're shuttin' down in a minute,
mister. We open later.

Don't pay me no mind.
I'll be out when you close up.

Last deal, sir. We'll resume
play after the festivities.

How many cards?

Uh, three.

I check.

Pair of treys.

Pair of knights.

Well, that's the first
smart call you've made all week.

How come?

- I just had a hunch.
- Good.

Psst-psst. Hey. Hey, mister.

Thanks very much.

Now, tell me.
Why did you do it?

Oh, I don't know.

Guess I'm just a no-good rat.

Going to the social, stranger?

Ain't invited.

This is a Christmas social,
whole town's invited

including strangers.

Well, that's fine.

Shake hands with mister..

- What was your name?
- Oh, just call me Doc.

Oh, a medical doctor?

No, no. No,
a doctor of philosophy.

Ooh, special diseases.

Meet mister, uh..

Gus Williams, horse wrangler
and mule skinner from Las Vegas.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Same here.

What's that you're rubbing
in your hair, Ed, snake oil?

Bear grease.
It don't hardly smell at all.

You'll just smell like a bear,
that's all.

Ready, sheriff?

Alright, Amos.
I gotta stop at the jail first.

See you gentlemen at the social.

Sure.

Pleased to have met you, Las Vegas.

Same here, special diseases.

Hey, hey, hey. Say, say,
mister, mister! Mister.

I want you to take some of this money

before I'll put it to the bank.

Aah, I don't want
none of your money, stranger.

You put it all in the bank.

- Reverend McLane?
- Yes?

Uh, this gentleman and I are strangers

in town and the sheriff said...

Why, of course.

- 'Welcome.'
- Thank you. Thank you.

My name is Doc.
And this gentleman's...

Uh, Joe Moffat from up Cheyenne way.

Been a prospector all my life

but never hit pay dirt yet.

Well, I'm glad to know you, Joe.

Uh, this is my wife.

Glad to have you gentlemen.
Just make yourselves at home.

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

It's extremely nice of you, ma'am

to be so kind to strangers.

I'll bet you're from New England.

Why should you think that?

Why, your voice.

- The way you speak.
- Oh.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I'm from Rutland, Vermont.

I knew it.

I'm from Woonsocket, Rhode Island.

Is that so? Well..

- Strange we never met.
- Yeah.

Well, Blackie.

Mother, I want you to know
Ms. Blackie Winter.

She works down at the bodega.

Well, I..

I'm glad that you've come, my dear.

I hope we ain't kept you
from your business

too long, Mr. Barrow.

It's a pleasure, ma'am.

The good of the community

comes ahead of everything.

Get away from that mistletoe, stupid.

Gracious Father in heaven

we have thy blessing

'in these gifts of thy love.'

Amen.

Uh, pardon me. I didn't just
quite get your name, mister.

Oh, I'm Dan McAfee from Carson City.

Been a railroad man since
I was ear-high to a jackrabbit.

Oh.

What's your line, miss,
wife or mother?

Oh, neither.
I'm just a schoolmarm.

Asparagus, Mr. McGillicutty?

Folks, while it won't really
be Christmas

until next Friday.

I wanna announce to you
a very special entertainer.

Just step in the library
and meet Prof. Amos Snape.

Step right in, folks.

Quiet, please. Quiet. Quiet.

My friends, the object
of my little talk here tonight

is to acquaint you
with nature's purpose

in giving you your teeth.

Child gets his milk teeth

soon fall out, no good.

He gets his second teeth,
they soon decay

and fall out.
Again no good.

Nature is only trying to say to man

"Go and invent for yourself some
kind of genuine false teeth

that will really do the work."

'They too may fall out.'

But if they do, you can always
stick 'em back in again.

Now, the price is on..

Sufferin', jumpin' Jehoshaphat!

Why, your teeth are all
in slaunchwise!

You ever have dizzy spells,
suffer from heartburn

regurgitation or liver complaint?

- Huh?
- Ever have glanders..

Barber's itch,
or inflammation of the jaw bone?

Uh, I don't know.
I-I can't recollect.

Exactly. Loss of memory too.

'Choose your partners
for the Virginia reel!'

Swing your partners.

Ladies and gents..

'Promenade!'

All hands on a..

Well, Bob, I..

I'm glad to see you.

Thanks.

Been a long time, hasn't it?

Yeah, about two years since
I got run out of this town.

Well, you're always welcome here, Bob.

So I noticed.

Well, it's just as much pleasure
for me to be here

as for them to have me.

If you feel that way,
wonder you came at all.

Well, you see,
the salon was closed and..

...I gotta find me a drink.

Hello, Frank.

Hello, Bob.

- How've you been?
- Just fine.

Still, uh, still working at the bank?

I'm runnin' it now.
I'm cashier.

Well, well, well..

Must have nearly a $100

buried in it by now.

Oh, we're doin' alright.
Got 30,000 in deposit.

You don't say. All saved up
for Christmas presents, huh?

I can imagine.
It's that kind of a town.

Yes, it is.

- Married Molly yet?
- No, not yet.

But we're going to be soon.

Well, I'm sure she'll have
a very happy life with you.

But kinda dull.

- On the house.
- Yet.

Got..

I was wondering when you'd get
around to seeing me.

Well, Blackie..

You look like you've been peeled.

Well, how do you expect me
to dress for a church social?

I wouldn't expect you to come at all.

'Say, how about pullin'
out of here and meetin' me'

down the bodega when it opens, heh?

Well, I don't know.

We can catch us a few drinks on this.

Where'd you get that watch?

Ooh, I found it in the pocket
of an old coat.

Oh, but it's a woman's watch.

Yeah.

Is, uh, is 11 o'clock alright?

Yeah.

Hello, Molly.

Hello, Bob.

How've you been?

Fine.

You look as if you've come a long way.

Yeah. Yeah, I have.

Won't you have something to eat?
There's still plenty left.

No, thanks, I..

Kinda surprised to see me?

Yes.

But I sorta felt you'd come back.

Molly, I hope you baked enough
pies for the sale tomorrow.

I got the whole town coming over.

- Over 200.
- Yeah?

- Seven different kinds.
- Oh.

Bob, this is Ed Barrow.
The new owner of the bodega.

Well, I'm sure glad to meet you.

How do you do?

You mean to say you're gonna

sell pies in the saloon?

Well, why not?
It's for the Christmas fun.

Everybody will be leaving their stores

and tramping over to the bodega

just to get a smack at them pies.

Everybody in town will be there.

Say, you, you couldn't hold that

pie sale in the morning, could you?

Well, yes, I think so.

Any time suits me
that's alright with you, Ed.

Alright,
I'll put up the signs tonight.

You want to dance?

I'd love to.

You say you're leaving about noon?

Yeah.

Can't think of anything
to keep me any longer, can ya?

No.

Who is that poisonous critter?

Bob Sangster.

He's a low-down, no account skunk.

One ornery move out of him

'and I slap him
right in jail.'

Is he a killer?

He'd kill anything
from a baby to an old woman.

I've always wanted to see
a real western killer.

Hm.

Isn't it clear tonight?

Yeah.

The Christmas fun's gonna be
bigger than ever this year.

Is it?

The miners have done well
and the cattlemen say...

Frank tells me
you and him is getting married.

That's what he says.

Says you was engaged.

That's right.

- Gonna be married soon?
- Yes.

Well, you, you got my congratulations.

Thanks.

I haven't got much to give you

for a weddin' present, Molly, but..

But would you take this watch?

It's all I've got in the world.

It was my mother's.

- Oh, but, Bob...
- No, no, no. Please take it.

Can't you understand?

Yes. Thanks, Bob.

I think I know how you feel.

He's a fine fellow, Frank.

Yes.

Honest as the day is long.

- That's right.
- Yes, sir.

Uh, ambitious too, you know, he
got a sense of responsibility.

Everybody likes him.

Yes.

Well, of course he loves you.

It's a great match, Molly.

Great match.

'Cept for one thing.

You don't love him.

- Oh, yes, I do.
- No, Molly.

But I tell you I do.

You can tell me from now
till next Christmas. I know.

You don't love him any more now
than you did two years ago.

You couldn't. He's the same
and you're the same.

- Oh, no, I'm not the same.
- Oh.

You mean, two years ago you
loved me and tonight you don't?

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you, Molly?

Alright, I'm not asking,
now I'm telling you.

I'm sure you love me.

You love me as much tonight
as you ever did.

And all these two years too.

You couldn't help it sometimes,
could you, wonderin' about me?

Where I was, how I was.

Knowin' you could
no more help in lovin' me

than you could help breathin'.

Oh, stop it, Bob.

And so you're marrying Frank
to forget me, ain't that it?

Ain't it?

Well, I've tried everything else.

Listen, Molly, I'm here tonight

maybe I'll be gone tomorrow.

You love me, you've waited
for me, you've wanted me.

Thanks, Bob.

For what?

For lots.

I remembered somebody strong and fine.

I couldn't drive his memory away.

And now you've come back.

Well, you're cheap
and dirty and stupid.

I know that now.

That's why I'm thankful to you.

And you might give this back
to whatever mother

you stole it from.

Funny thing, I don't even know
if she was a mother or not.

Anyhow, she don't care
what time it is no more.

You're early. What's the matter
with the social?

Not a thing. Never had
a better time in my life.

Say, Blackie, what did you say
if I was to settle down

get a job, work hard
and join the church?

I'd say you'd gone plumb loco.

Atta girl.

- Hey, bartender.
- 'Yeah?'

How 'bout drinkin' up this watch?

- Is it any good?
- Any good?

Eighteen carats from stem to stern.

- Alright. What'll it be?
- Straight rye, Ed.

We got some fine, old Kentucky
bourbon. Two bits a drink.

Gimme some of your regular whiskey.

Got more cockle berries to it.

Them are good lookin' eyes
you got, Blackie.

- Oh!
- Ha-ha-ha.

Here's to you and me.

To me and you.

How 'bout a dance?

Hey, piano player?
How 'bout a little, uh..

You know, Blackie,
I danced at the social

but it didn't get me nowhere.

Is it gonna hurt?

- Sure.
- Oh.

'I ran down here, see..'

'When I got
to the bottom of the gulch, I..

I found my mother layin' across
a heap of stones, unconscious.

I picked her up, moms, and carried

almost half a mile to the cabin.

I laid her on a cot inside and..

..shielded up her pretty
blue eyes.

Her voice was weak.

Her breath come in little kinda gasps.

"Sonny.." she said.
She always called me sonny.

"Sonny," she says, uh..

"You're the only thing
I got left in the world.

"Well, exceptin' that watch.

"If anything should happen to me, I..

I want you to keep it
with you always."

She gave me that watch you got there.

So, that's how it was.

Do you think I could keep that watch

after what you just told me?

Oh, no, Ed, I..

I drank it up.
It is yours.

No, I wouldn't even consider it.
Take it.

- No.
- Oh, take it, please.

Well.. Thanks, Ed.

Have a drink on the house.

Thanks, Ed.
I sure needed that.

Uh, and did your mother die?

No. Not from the fall.

But she broke her leg

and I had to shoot her.

Morning, folks.
Nice day, ain't it?

I'm sorry, Molly, but I'll have
to get back to the bank now.

- I'll see ya later.
- Alright.

'Come on, boys,
let's go at that pie sale.'

'Yeah, I'm thirsty.'

'Oh, Frank,
there's a package there for yo"

'just come in on the stage.'

Good. This is one Christmas
the kids in this town

are gonna have a Santa Claus.

- Yeah, who? You?
- And why not?

Now, you'll see.

The whole outfit.

How's that, better?

Oh.

- Oh, Frank.
- 'Coming.'

'Just keep your hands down.
Act natural.'

Alright, hand it over.

I'll take it right here.

That's all.

What's in that box?

Wha.. What..

There ain't no Santa Claus.

Well, I wonder who he was.

Whoa!

Well, ha-ha!

Shook 'em off neat and pretty.

Ha! That'll be
half an hour finding

how we slipped out
of that blind gulch.

Yeah, wind's in our favor too

blow them hoof prints
clear out of sight.

Hey, you ornery fool!

That stuff'll kill ya
quicker than a bullet.

No, not exactly, Bob.

This is less merciful poison.

Takes about an hour to do its work.

Some more of Doc's
useless education.

Ah, who wants to live an hour longer?

Yeah? What's it good
livin' an hour less?

There's a posse after us.

They'll see where we go from here.

There you are.
"Angela Camp. 51 miles."

That's right. Boy, Gus.

I always thought
you said you couldn't read.

Gosh, almighty..

Uh, fella never knows till he tries.

Pinto Flats is shortest.

That's what the sheriff'll figure.

That's why we're gonna make
Grays Gulch.

- How 'bout water?
- Coachella waterhole.

Forty miles off, and right on our way.

Doc. Why, your arms' all blood.
What's the matter?

I got hit riding out of town.

- Bone broken?
- I don't think it's broken.

But its chewed up a bit,
I ought to wash it off

and put on a wet bandage.

No, we haven't got any time for that.

Now, let's try to get
to that next mesa

before they spot us again.

Yeah, but he's liable
to get blood poison.

Thank you just the same, Gus.
Alright, Bob.

Blow wind, come wrack, I'll die
with harness on my back.

Took the words
right outta my mouth.

I'll help you up, Doc.

- What's that?
- Take a look.

Shot himself.

'Ain't been dead long.'

Come on, Doc. You better let me
fix up that wound.

Name's George Marshall.

From the look of his fancy clothes

and this here dude's gun,
he musta been a tenderfoot.

Probably had some loco weed
and went crazy.

Easy, easy, Gus.

You're not dressing a steer.

Who says I ain't?
Hold still now.

'I took Marshall's gun.'

It's only thing he had
of any value on him.

- Should we bury him?
- 'What's the use?'

'Nature's got the job half done'

'and the buzzards
and coyotes will finish it.'

Robert the perfect realist as usual.

Why discriminate in favor of maggots?

Now, what poetry fellow says that?

Doc did.

You always surprise me.
Ha-ha!

Well, drink hearty, boys.

These horses can smell the
Coachella waterhole already.

Well, here's to you, Doc.

Here's how, Bob.

Ah! Aah!

Come on.

# Tula tula tula tula #

# Tula tula tula tula ##

What in Sam hell is that?

Why, that's Doc and me's
college song. Ain't it, Doc?

It sure is, Gus.

# Tula tula tula tula ##

Look.

Looks like a deserted wagon.

Well, let's make sure first.

Nobody's there.

Maybe the owner
left somethin' we can use.

Nice fellow, Bob.

Such a strict utilitarian.

Sure, ain't he though?

Woman in there.
Looks dead to me.

She's alive.

Get your canteen.
Mine's empty.

Where's my baby?

Why, here she is, ma'am.

It's a he.

'Hey, Doc, Gus!'

'What day is this?'

Me, I only know seasons, ma'am.
It's-it's winter.

It's Monday, ma'am.

Say, Doc, some crazy tenderfoot
blew up the waterhole.

Yeah, but we've got to ride 88 miles

to Grays Gulch without water.

Shut up.

Monday.

We got here Friday night.

The waterhole was almost dry

so he tried to dynamite it
to get more water.

The next day our horses
wandered off looking for water.

George hunted all day,
but couldn't find 'em

so left on foot to get help.

- Saturday night he...
- Who left?

George Marshall. My husband.

'Did any of you see him?'

Sure, sure. He got
to New Jerusalem alright.

'And we were sent out
to find you.'

That's good.

I'll never see New Jerusalem.

I guess I've been unconscious

most of the time since George left.

Except to feed my baby.

Uh, we'll get you back alright, ma'am.

But it's too late to even try.

No.

I know.

You better hovel the horses.

We don't want 'em runnin' off
like hers did.

Now, Gus, you'll find a shovel
on the wagon.

I can't dig with this shoulder.

Better give me a hand, Bob.

You know, I never did ask
what your name was.

No water, no grub.

Just half a sack of coffee
and four cans of milk.

Milk?
That's just what he needs.

How are you doing, Mother Gus?

Oh, say, you better hold him a minute.

I-I gotta whittle him on
a pair of pants.

Little older then.

I wonder if he misses his mother yet.

Looks to me as if
you fellows was aiming

to take the kid along.

If you are, you're crazy.

Shucks, Bob.
Babies ain't no trouble.

Why, I was married
to a Yaqui squaw once.

She went 'hind a she burro.

She used to carry
two of my papooses cross

my back like they was ornaments.

Alright, diaper your kid.

Feed him milk,
feed him anything. I don't care.

If it was up to me, I'd,
I'd put him out of his misery.

Well, it doesn't happen
to be up to you.

Alright, but I'm tellin' ya.
Water's short.

Why, that kid'll hold us up half
a day gettin' into Grays Gulch.

- Well, what of it?
- Plenty.

I'm pullin' outta here alone
in the morning.

'Some of that money's
just itchin' to get spent.'

Well, go now if you want.
Nobody's stopping you.

- Shut your mouth, will you?
- Now, Gus. Now, wait.

Wait a minute. What's the good
of all this argument?

We've gotten along pretty well
together so far.

Ain't no argument, Doc, it's just a

little difference of opinion,
that's all.

Gimme the little critter.

I sure miss Pedro.

We could have some music now
if he hadn't got drilled.

Yeah, but he got drilled

'cause he wouldn't throw away
that dang guitar.

Campin' is right.

Don't catch me takin' no fool
chances like that.

That's why I'm the oldest
desperado in the southwest.

So, uh, how 'bout me, Gus?

Ah, you ain't no real desperado,
Doc. You don't count.

Well, how about Pickles Jack?
He's 45.

Yeah, well, he unexpectedly
got hisself hung last summer

so that gives me the record.

Heh, look at the little runt.

What book you readin' tonight, Doc?

Fellow named Schopenhauer, Gus.

What's the story?

Well, there isn't any story.

Jokes, huh?

Yes. Yes, just jokes.

Man is everything.
Woman, nothing.

Then I'm sure gonna get me
a lotta nothing

soon as I hit Grays Gulch.

What's the matter, Doc?

Oh, I was just thinking.

Funny thing.

Long time ago

just about Christmas time too.

Three men sat around
with a baby like this.

That so? Anybody I know?

No, nobody you knew, Gus.

Oh. Friends of yours, huh?

No.

Not friends of mine either.

Three ways. How's that, fair?

Yeah, that's what I make it, three.

Alright, I'll round up my horse,
grab me a cup of coffee

and mosey on to Grays Gulch.

I'll meet you fellows
in the best saloon in town..

...if you ever get there.

Hey, that coffee ain't done yet.

No, but we are.
You can deal them horses out.

- They're dead.
- Dead?

Yeah, there's another poison
waterhole beyond that gulch.

They're lyin' there
covered with buzzards.

Marshall's horses, too.

Then we're out of luck for water.

Don't let any of that steam out.
That's water.

How much water have we got?

Just a few drops here.

We better pour it all in one canteen.

You pour, Bob.
Your hand's the steadiest.

Mine's nearly empty, too.

Nobody gets any of this, see?

Till they gotta have it.

Hey, where's them three cans of milk?

'Hm?'

I, uh..

Here they are.

That's fine.
One a piece for breakfast.

Here you are, Gus. Doc.

Well, I'm never very hungry
for breakfast.

Milk always turns my stomach anyhow.

Oh, I see. You're gonna give it
to the kid, eh?

Well, that's fine.

Wait a minute, Bob.

What for?

We can get along alright.

But babies need milk.

Yeah, well, milk's what I need too.

No, wait a minute.

I'll buy that milk from you.

For how much?

That much.

What's the matter with him,
is he crazy?

I don't know.

Alright. Suits me fine.

Thanks for the trade, kid.

'Five thousand dollars for one
mangy little can of milk. Hm!'

'You'll be drinkin' pure gold.'

Well, the horses have settled
one thing.

It's too far to Grays Gulch.

We've got to go back to New Jerusalem.

Yeah. Where we'll get a warm
welcome and a cold rope.

Nobody can walk 88 miles
to Grays Gulch

with less than half a pint of
water let alone taking a kid.

You fellows still mean to say
you're gonna carry that brat?

If you think you can make
Grays Gulch alone, Bob

try it.

We'll give you your fourth of water.

Ah, nobody can walk 88 miles
in a mouth full of water.

I gotta go back
to New Jerusalem with you.

Alright, but I'll have nothin'
to do with that kid, see?

Nursin', carryin' or feedin'.

Nobody asked you to.

No, I'll..

I'll carry him first.

But you got that poison
in your shoulder.

That's why.

It beats me how Doc has got
so much interest

in a woman he ain't never seen before.

Yeah?

Well, maybe he's gettin'
closer to her than you think.

And a whole lot closer
than I wanna think.

Look at that.

Men'll be comin' here
just like us lookin' for water.

Say, Gus. I'll bet
there'll be a dozen skeletons

around that hole in a couple of years.

Come on, let's get going.

Oh, dang these rocks.

Say, Doc, who's that friend you said

could swat a stone
and make water came out?

Then Moses lifted up his hand

and with his rod
he smote the rock twice

the water came forth abundantly.

Moses. That's him.

I wish he'd show up here
for just once swat.

I knew a fella named Moses once.

He run a tailor shop
over in Las Vegas.

- Did he have a beard, Gus?
- No, he was clean shaved.

Wasn't the same fellow.

Bob.

Water, Bob.

This has the coffee in it.

May give your heart a kick.

Just a little more.

Bob.

'Better rest a while.'

- What's that?
- Gila monster.

Hm, just like alligators, aren't they?

I wonder if they're amphibious.

Sure they're furious.

They'll bite clean through your leg.

Say, Doc. Why don't you
get rid of them books?

They're nothin' but dead weight.

- "Dead weight?"
- Sure.

Dead weight.

I guess you're right, Bob.

The only complaint I ever heard

about your poetry, John Milton..

...always a little...too heavy.

Well, let's get goin', boys.

Gimme a hand up, Gus.

- You better let me take him.
- No. Not yet, Gus.

I'll tell you when.

This is the last of the coffee water.

One swallow a piece.

About the baby, Gus.

You think he'll make it?

I don't know.

Bob has my share of the money.

I'm sorry I haven't got
anything to give you.

Shucks, I don't want nothin', Doc.

Yes, I do though.

I wish you'd give me one of your books

so that I have somethin'
to remember you by

in case we got split up somehow.

But you look fine.

Take your pick.

How 'bout the joke book?

Schopenhauer?

That's the brown one.

It must be great to...
have education and..

Well... someday I'm gonna
catch me some and..

...then I'll be able to read me
these jokes and..

'...think of you.'

You know, Gus,
you ought to make a will.

- What for?
- Oh, everyone has one.

You ought to anyhow.

A fellow over Santa Fe was going
to make me one one time, but..

...I never had no money and he
...never got around to it.

I'll write one for you, Gus.

Would ya?
Say, that'd be great.

My real name is Sam Barton,
if it makes any difference.

Mm-hmm.

Who do you want to leave
your things to, Gus?

Why, to you.

No. No, you better leave 'em
to Bob.

He's younger and he'll last longest.

W-whatever you think.

Hmm, "I, Samuel Barton

"being of sound mind

"do give and bequeath

"all my property, real and personal

"to Robert Sangster.

"Witness..

...James Underwood."

That's my real name.

Gus, make a cross right there.

Yeah.

Can't you shut that brat up?

It's worse than a pack
of howlin' coyotes.

Why, he's teething, Bob.

His gums hurt.

Yeah?

Gus.

Yeah? Oh, how do you feel, Doc?

I'm alright.

There's a packet of letters
in that saddlebag.

Yeah, I remember.

Give 'em to me.

Mighty pretty writin'.

Yes.

Mm, you was gonna tell me
about them letters some time.

Was I, Gus?

Anything else I can do, Doc?

No.

Oh, yes.

Yes. There's a book in there.

Oh, sure.

Which one?

It's called "Macbeth"

by Shakespeare.

What kind of books
did Shakespeare write?

Red books or green books?

He wrote green ones, Gus.

Thanks.

Water, Doc?

No, no more for me.

It'll only be wasted.

Give some to him.

Well..

...you fellas
better get started.

I'll cash in here.

Oh, I-I-I know what I'm saying.

I'd only hold you up.

'You know I'm right, Bob.'

I guess so, Doc.

I guess you're right.

I ain't goin'.

Yes, you are.

It's best that way.

Not for me it ain't.
Leavin' you.

Now, Gus..

...suppose it was you
instead of me

you'd want me to go, wouldn't ya?

Would I? Why?

Because..

Because this kid has
a better right to live

than any of us..

...or all us.

Anything I can do, Doc?

No.

- Don't you have fire?
- No, no.

No, thanks.

Well, so long.

So long, Bob.

Funny.

Where you start has nothing to do

with where you finish..

...or how.

Here, Gus.

"Tomorrow... and tomorrow..

"...and tomorrow..

"...creeps in petty pace

"day after day

"to the last syllable
of recorded time.

'"And all our yesterdays'

'"lighted fools
the way to dusty death.'

'"Out, out, brief candle.'

'"Life is but a walking shadow.'

'"A poor player who struts and
frets his hour upon the stage'

'"never to be heard again.'

'"A tale told by an idiot.'

'"Full of sound and fury'

'signifying nothing."'

No sleepin' this time.

Just ten minutes' rest
and two miles more.

Doc said that..

...there's only 5000 feet
in a mile.

Yeah?

Two-thousand steps.

That's what Doc says.

- Bob?
- Yeah?

If I give out..

...what'll you do?

I won't hold him up.

If he can crawl to New Jerusalem

it's alright with me.

Come on!
Come on!

Wait a minute, Bob.

Can't you shut off that squallin'?

Milk's all gone, he's got
a tooth comin' through. He..

If he had somethin' to bite on, why..

Here.
Let him bite on this.

Gentle, Jesus..

...meek and mild..

...look upon this little child.

Pity my simplicity..

...suffer me..

...to come...to Thee.

What're you mumblin' about?

I..

Just somethin' I remembered
when I was a kid.

Hey, Gus.

Gus?

"Bob... if you get this will,
it means that Gus is dead, too.

"If you never did anything
human before

"give the kid an even break.

"James Underwood.

Doc."

'Say, you would crawl
to New Jerusalem, huh?'

Just like I said. Well, I say
you got nerve, anyway.

' "Even break" he says, huh?'

I'll give ya an even break.

They ya are.
Now, go to sleep.

If you got any sense,
you'll never wake up.

Shut up!

Now, look what you done.

Made me kill that
poor little rattlesnake.

You got me so flustered
with your bawlin'

I couldn't aim straight.

Can't leave you alone a minute
without you gettin' into

some kind of devilment, can I?

That little snake
just wanted to get warm

and you got pesterin' it
and blow it out.

Hm. Nice fellow, ain't you?

You know you gotta be
a good sport about these things.

Maybe you think I ain't thirsty.

You got it easy. Ya..
You've been carried all the way.

Here.

If ya spill any of this, I'll
punch you right in the nose.

Yeah.

Well, there's only one swallow
left, see?

No more.

Well, maybe I'll match you
for it later on.

Desert must be gettin' to me.
I'm... I'm actin' crazy.

There are the buzzards already, kid.

Waitin' for us.

Why don't they come closer?

What are they afraid of?

Or do they have to smell
carrion before they light.

Wait a minute.

I know.

It's him.

'Your father.'

And he had a canteen.

It's no use, kid.
We can't make it.

We're licked.
Your daddy got this far.

Only about nine miles
from New Jerusalem.

But.. But it's five hours
at the rate we're goin'.

Well, I tried kid.
I want you to believe that.

I tried.

But I'm only human.

Nothin' human can help us now.

Nothin' human.

Listen.

It ain't for me I'm askin'.

I don't read nothin'.

But I always heard you was..

...you was good to babies.

Our Father..

I can't pray.

I don't know how to pray.

Water.

Water.

Water.

Doc says that poison
don't hit you for an hour.

One hour..

...five and a half miles.

Maybe..

Maybe..

Fill up good and plenty.

Get my belly full of the water
and then go fast.

That's it.

That's it.

Here's to you, kid.

He's dead.

A woman's watch.

I wonder where he stole it.

He didn't steal that watch.

It belonged to his mother.