Cimarron Strip (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 10 - Till the End of Night - full transcript

♪♪

You forgot your socks.

Well, thank you, Dulcey.

You know, I hadn't
finished packing.

Are you that anxious
to get away from us?

You said it, I didn't.

(papers rustling)

How can you go
away for a whole week

without a single
change of socks?

Well, I don't imagine
the judge'll even notice.

Well, you just think of me
slaving over that hot iron



and I'll think of you strutting
around the hotel wearing this

and have all those ladies say...

"Look at that hayseed
walking around like a peacock."

Oh, and I don't think you'll
be needing this in Topeka.

If I walked the streets
without that I'll feel naked.

(MacGregor singing
in the distance)

There's only one man around
here that sounds like a nightingale.

(chuckling) MacGregor.

Right.

Keep your eye on him
while I'm gone, will ya?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, he's a grown man.

How old is grown?

No, on second thought,
I think I'll look after him.



(singing continues
in the distance)

♪ A soldier bold in Halifax ♪

♪ Who dwelt in
country quarters ♪

♪ Betrayed a maid
who hanged herself ♪

♪ One morning with her garters ♪

♪ His wicked
conscience "smited" him ♪

♪ He lost his stomach daily ♪

♪ He took to drinking ratafia ♪

♪ And thought
about Miss Bailey ♪

♪ Miss Bailey, Miss Bailey ♪

♪ Unfortunate Miss Bailey ♪

♪ Miss Bailey, Miss Bailey ♪

♪ Unfortunate Miss Bailey ♪♪

Hey!

(all shouting)

Hey, another brew for
the lovely friend, barkeep.

No, another song,
you handsome devil.

Aye, another pill to
pirate's melancholy.

For the fairest lady in
Ben Daggett's saloon.

Ruby!

(cheering)

What's your last name, lass?

How come you never say
sweet things like that, huh?

I guess I wasn't weaned
on mammy's best sorghum.

(all laughing)

His Royal Highness is gonna

gargle us another ditty before
he treats us to another round.

(laughing)

All right, then.

All right, if I must I must.

All right.

♪ There was a knight
and he was young ♪

♪ A riding on the way sir ♪

♪ And there he met a lady fair ♪

♪ Among the bales of hay sir ♪

(laughing)

(crickets chirping)

♪ There was a knight
and he was young ♪

♪ A riding on the way sir ♪

♪ And there he met a lady fair ♪

♪ Among the bales of hay sir ♪

♪ You will go along with me ♪

♪ Unto my father's house sir ♪

♪ You shall enjoy
my maiden charms ♪

♪ And my estate and all sir ♪

♪ He mounted her up on a horse ♪

♪ Himself up on another ♪

♪ And then they
rode up on the road ♪

♪ Like sister and like brother ♪

(horse wagon rattling)

♪ On the way sir ♪

♪ And there he met a lady fair ♪

♪ Among the bales of hay sir ♪

♪ And he shall you
my dear lady... ♪

(blowing raspberry)

(all laughing)

♪ Grant me a kiss so tiny ♪

♪ Oh no said she so modestly ♪

♪ One kiss won't satisfy me ♪

♪ One kiss won't satisfy me ♪♪

(all laughing)

Aye, the law himself.

How be you, Marshal?

Are you ready yet to
leave your perilous duties

in the lightning-quick
hands of your chief deputy?

And I might add,
the loudest balladeer

in the Oklahoma Territory!

(all cheering)

A half-hour.

Half it'll be, sir.

Aye, ready, willing and able.

Don't let the marshal
cramp your style, boy.

Sing out!

- Aye!
- (all cheering)

♪ 'Twas a knight
and he was young ♪

♪ A riding on the way sir ♪

♪ And there he met a lady fair ♪

♪ Among the bales of hay sir ♪

♪ If you will go along with me ♪

♪ Unto my father's house sir ♪

♪ You shall enjoy
my maiden charms ♪

♪ And my estate and all sir ♪

♪ He mounted her up on a horse ♪

♪ Himself up on another ♪

♪ And then they
rode up on the road ♪

♪ Like sister and like brother ♪

♪ There was a knight
and he was young ♪

♪ A-riding on the way sir ♪

♪ And there he met a lady fair ♪

♪ Among the bales of hay sir ♪

♪ If you will go along with me ♪

♪ Unto my father's house sir ♪

♪ You shall enjoy
my maiden charms ♪

♪ And my estate and all sir ♪

♪♪

♪ He mounted her up on a horse ♪

♪ Up on himself another ♪

♪ And then they
rode up on the road ♪

♪ Like sister and
like brother ♪♪

♪♪

Long life or a short, friend.

Your choice.

♪♪

Man: Easy, easy.

Man: Oh... you see that?

One more, one more.

Man: Steady.

(all cheering)

My garter to your wallet,
he can't bust Jake's record.

You're on, I'm flat anyway.

- I'm not.
- (laughing)

Two more and his royal
highness beats my record.

Man: Easy now, easy...

all: Ohh!

MacGregor!

Ah!

Shh, a moment,
lad, and I'll have it.

The marshal wants
you right away.

Shh...

'Tis a world record
I'm about to match.

Mac!

One more, lad, one more
and I'm the "champeen."

All right, I'll just tell
him you're busy then.

No you don't, no you don't.

Hold 'em until I get back, lass.

(all shouting)

Ahh...

Ahh... duty calls.

No doubt.

You've got to have a fair
maiden in mind for me to rescue.

Or a dragon or two to be slain.

(laughing)

I want a lawyer.

Oh, you'll get a
lawyer, all right.

I'll tell ya something else.

You got the kind of face
that I'm not gonna forget.

I'm gonna have you
boiled in oil, old man.

False arrest, assault.

You're the one that's
in trouble, boy, not me.

The knight-errant of the
highlands at your service, sir.

(man laughing)

Is that one of your deputies?

(laughing)

This is one trip
I can't put off.

They're relying on my
testimony to sort away

that Ballan gang for the
next few hundred years.

And you two are all I got to
keep him on ice 'til I get back.

No sooner said than done.

He's a hired gunman.

I want a name for him.

Francis, you go through
that filing cabinet.

And if you find a
description that fits him,

you wire me in Topeka.

I want to know who
paid him to kill me.

Oh, the blaggard, I'll...

You won't do anything.

You poke food through those
bars like he was a diamondback.

Now I want you two to
guard him day and night.

Four on and four off.

I want him right there where
I left him when I get back.

Well, we're not dunces.

Do you remember
Buck O'Guilfoyle?

That was a slight
miscalculation, I never intended...

Well, I don't want you
falling off any more windmills.

- Never again, sir.
- All right.

You can tell those lassies
that their highland Casanova

is gonna be hung up for
the next couple of days.

- Aye.
- Hmm.

Well, better get a
move on if I expect to be

in Sand Hill in the
next couple of hours.

See you Saturday.

Oh, Jim...

Safe journey.

The marshal usually takes
one last look around town

before he turns in.

You wanna flip for
who goes and who...

No, no, you make the
rounds and go to bed.

- I'll take the first watch.
- Right.

Uh, shouldn't be
but about an hour.

Take your time.

(gun clicking)

(man laughing)

(laughing continues)

Laugh all you want, you hyena.

You'll not get my dander up.

(laughing)

That's it, have a drink.

Marshal's not here.

(laughing)

(foot stomping)

Boy, that man sure makes
you dance to his tune, don't he?

(laughing)

Uh-uh-uh!

You wouldn't put them boots
up there if the marshal was here.

(laughing)

I'll bet you have
to wash your hands

before you come to supper.

All right, that's
enough of that.

Daddy Marshal and
little Scotty hisself.

All 200 pounds of him.

Any fool can see he treats
you like a two-year-old.

All right, that's
enough of that.

I don't like that
kind of talk, mister.

He's my friend.

Oh, yeah, he's your friend.

Giving you orders and telling
you what to do all the time.

Yeah, he's your friend.

Shut your mouth!

Why don't you shut it for me?

If you're man enough.

(laughing)

Ahh...

You're trying to bait me so
you can make a break for it.

Well, sir, MacGregor's
too clever for you.

Aye, sticks and stones
may break his bones

but words will never hurt him.

How's that for a bit of
rhyme from a two-year-old?

Well, if what I
said wasn't true,

then why'd you
get all riled up, huh?

What do you really care about
that marshal, anyway, huh?

You could make yourself
a nice piece of cash, boy.

All you gotta do is
slip that key in this lock

and then turn your back.

My boss'll set you up
any place you wanna go.

What do you say?

The love of money may be

the great passion
of my life, mister.

I've been a lot of
ugly things in my time.

But I've never turned
on a friend, never.

And Jim Crown is just that.

And nothing less!

Aren't we dripping
with sentiment tonight.

(laughing in the distance)

Hey, MacGregor!

MacGregor!

Where's the party?

Where's His Majesty, MacGregor?

Hey, hey.

Hey, there he is, Rube,
old King Mac hisself.

Hey, boy, look alive!

Jake, Ruby, you're a sight...

Oh, we got to crying in our beer

over you having
to leave the party.

So Jake and me just up and decided
to bring our own little party to you.

How about that, handsome?

Aye, and any other time, lass.

But you see, I'm
on duty now and...

Hey, you want a chance to win
your crown back, don't you, boy?

I mean, after you left, I
stacked five, didn't I, Rube?

That's right.

You don't wanna let a young
buck cowboy beat you, do you?

- I told you, I can't.
- Come on, handsome.

I'm on duty, the marshal...

He doesn't own you, does he?

Don't be a spoil sport, love.

You let little Ruby put this
little big glass right there.

(chuckling)

Well...

I never was a man to
say no to a pretty lassie.

That's my own
handsome guy talking.

(laughing)

Now...

- Go ahead.
- Steady your nerves.

- Not while I'm on duty, lad.
- Just have a sniff then...

Stand clear, you're
in the lady's way.

Lady?

Ha-ha, did you hear that, Rube?

He called you a lady.

Yeah, what's the
matter with that?

Ach!

Come on, have a drink.

Lay off, I don't want it.

Come on.

What's all this song and
dance about duty anyhow?

Think you was a real
lawman or something

instead of just a clown the
marshal keeps around for laughs.

What was that?

What was that?
He said something...

Shh... he's gonna
beat your record, honey.

- Is that a fact?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, let me see it.

- Easy... easy, handsome.
- All right.

You don't wanna lose it all now.

- No, no.
- Oh-ho!

Hail to the king!

Aye, I knew it.

Hey, Rube, why don't
you crown him proper?

Oh.

Watch out, Mac.

- (gun cocking)
- Hey.

Now don't get wise, lassie.

I'm gonna shoot
that winning glass

- right off the top of that stack.
- No, no, no, don't.

(laughing)

My man would never shoot
off, wouldn't you, honey?

Ain't it nice?

Hey, you... you stand
still now, you hear me?

No, no, no, come
away from there.

Crown him, Rube!

- Oh!
- (glasses shattering)

(whimpering)

Open up or I'll blow her
pretty head into the next county.

I count three, she's dead.

♪♪

Now get back.

I got no quarrel
with you, mister.

(gasping)

Jake, Jake, he tore my dress.

- And he hurt me, too.
- Now, now, honey, I'm here...

Look at it, look at
my dress, it's torn.

$10 dress.

All his fault.

You better do something
about my dress, mister.

Come on, honey, he
can't hear you anyway.

But somebody's gotta pay for it.

Come on, honey,
we'll be able to fix that...

Dumb ox!

Somebody's gotta
pay for my dress.

Well, send the
bill to His Majesty.

♪♪

MacGregor: Oh.

Ahh.

Are you feeling any better?

Aye.

I thought I'd wake up
sizzling on the devil's grill.

And here I am in
the arms of an angel.

Oh, no.

Oh, it's true.

Oh, the whole ruddy nightmare.

What, MacGregor, what happened?

My prisoner... he escaped.

Oh, I didn't know.

Uh, well, I'll go find Francis

and have him telegraph Sand Hill

and have him stop Jim
before he catches the train.

No!

No, no, I've done enough to him.

No.

I won't have him miss giving
his testimony at that trial.

He'd never forgive me.

He'll never forgive
me for this, either.

No, now Jim's not like that.

I wouldn't blame him.

Oh, aye.

What a great lump of green-eyed
trouble I've been to that man.

If I were he, I would have
booted me out on my ear long ago.

- Oh, no, MacGregor, you can't...
- I've failed him every time

he's needed me,
every ruddy time.

So a prisoner escaped.

- It's not the end of the world.
- Oh, isn't it?

Ooh...

Ahh!

I can just hear the great
man bellowing at me

as the walls come tumbling down.

"MacGregor, you clod,
you've done it again."

Not the end of the
world, she says.

Well, isn't that
what you tell me

every time something goes wrong?

Oh, that's different,
you're a lassie and...

You're right.

By the great wailing
gulls of the Hebrides.

I'll save the day, I
am the knight, too.

I'll track the blaggard and
recapture him by myself.

Oh, well, uh... first
let me find Francis.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, uh, this is something
MacGregor has to do himself.

Well, uh, even if you find
the prisoner, you're gonna...

If I fail, that will be me.

No one else, don't you see.

Well, you can't just, uh...

I have to try,
Dulcey, I have to.

Well, you'll bring him
back, I know you will.

I will?

Aye, I will.

I'll saddle a horse.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, where to now, Jim?

I've about used up
your bag of tricks.

What now...

when the blaggard has
tried to confuse me...

and succeeded all too well?

Which way, north or south?

You name it, Jim.

Ohh.

This is something MacGregor
has to decide for himself.

Think... reason.

Use your well-known
powers of deduction

to will out the truth.

Aye.

Aye.

♪♪

♪♪

(horse neighing)

♪♪

Hold it!

That's far enough.

Right where you
are is just fine.

I don't wanna have
to take you on the run

and then put one in your belly.

'Cause you give me a fair chase

and the least I can do
is give you a quick dying.

Now turn around.

Now I'm gonna hit you
right in the base of the spine

so it ain't gonna hurt a bit.

Ooh!

(panting)

The law, get me to the law.

I have me a wounded
prisoner to take in.

He's back there in those rocks.

Not anymore, you don't.

He's dead.

♪♪

(moaning)

There you are,
you feeling better?

That's nothing much
more than a flea bite.

I cleaned it out

so it shouldn't give
you any more trouble.

Aye, that's kind of you.

Sheriff?

Jack Hawkes.

Sheriff of Cedar County, Texas.

Aye.

Texas?

You didn't think you were still

in the wild Cimarron
Territory, did you?

Now this is one of my
deputies, Rafe Coleman.

Say howdy to the
gentleman, Rafe.

Don't pay any attention to Rafe.

He's not much on talk.

A pure devil with
the ladies and a gun.

Seems you're a pretty fair
shot yourself, Mr. MacGregor.

You know, Rafe, he'll
want his wallet back.

That is your name,
isn't it, MacGregor?

Aye.

Wanna make sure we got it
right for the coroner's report.

Here, wrap your
lips around this.

It'll perk you up some.

Yes, sir.

That bullet of yours
hit dead center.

That there fella,

he couldn't have
lived more than a blink.

Maybe just long enough to
know that he had been done in

by a first-rate hired gun.

Hired?

What do you...

You work for that
marshal, don't you...

What's his name...
Down the Cimarron way?

Marshal Jim Crown,
I'm his deputy.

Jim Crown.

How come that name keeps
slipping my mind, Rafe?

Well, anyway, this,
uh, marshal, uh,

he's the one that told you to
hunt this man down and kill him?

No, no, no, no.

You see, he escaped from
the Cimarron jail, and I...

Wait a minute, you're, uh,

getting a little
ahead of us, now...

He escaped from jail?

Aye.

The blaggard tried to
bushwhack the marshal.

But Jim turned the tables
on him and clapped him in jail.

Now, His Honor had
to leave for Kansas

to give testimony
against the Ballan boys.

He left me in charge.

Well, I... you see,

my assistant was
bamboozled by this clever fella.

And the man escaped.

Well, I tracked him
all the way here.

And I finally cornered him.

He drew first.

Pow!

(exhaling)

Well, you know the rest.

I'd say that makes
you some kind of

red, white and blue hero.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No, just doing my
duty, sir, nothing more.

Still, if you insist on bringing
in the newspaper lads,

I might just regale them
with a few of the details

before I start home.

Of course, I...

I, uh, I don't care about
things like that myself.

But, uh, the marshal,
he might get quite a kick

out of seeing his name in print.

You know?

As the boss of the
man who single-handed

hunted down a desperate felon

and shot him dead
in a blazing gun fight.

And then...

well, word it any way you want.

Just be sure they
spell my name right.

M-A-C, not M-C.

There's some who
confuse the two.

I think that we've got it right.

M-A-C Gregor

kills Luther Happ.

That was his name?

Yes, sir.

Luther Happ.

Hey...

Uh...

Gives you a kind of chill
hearing the name for the first time.

Well, like it
wasn't real before.

But now...

Well, the marshal will be
glad to find out who he is.

Knowing Jim Crown,

he'll root out the
villain who hired him.

I think we've heard
enough, Rafe.

♪♪

Ah, thank you.

I'm placing you under arrest
for the murder of Luther Happ,

deputy sheriff for
Cedar County, Texas.

♪♪

And you will be taken
with all due haste

to the county
prison in Cedarville

and there hanged by the
neck until you are dead.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Ahh!

The marshal
knows the truth of it!

You hear? Ask him!

You can't just hang
a man without...

Take your hands
off me, you sons of...

(grunting)

Next case.

♪♪

Fabrizio, Miss Dulcey
go upstairs already?

Mm-hmm, about ten minutes ago.

You better close up.

I'm going down the depot
and wire the marshal.

♪♪

Hey!

I have to talk to
you, it's important.

Laddie, you're in trouble.

Deep trouble.

I'm in trouble?

For fear, I can tell
by your honest face

you don't know
what's going on here.

Huh, what do you mean?

What's going on?

That Sheriff Hawkes
and his deputy,

ah, they're cunning.

As mean a pair of
connivers as I've ever seen.

And they're leading you
straight down the garden path.

What are you talking about?

Laddie, I'm trying to help you.

The marshal's already
on to their scurvy crimes

and he'll soon go after them.

But they'll be long gone,

leaving you
holding the dirty bag.

Come on, they wouldn't...

Now listen to me, it's your
only chance to save yourself.

Ride out now to Cimarron.

Find Marshal Crown
and tell him I'm here.

Now he'll look kindly on...

Crown, after what
he did to Luther Happ,

setting you on him?

No, no...

Luther was a fine lawman.

Just passing through your town

to pick up a
prisoner in Arkansas.

And Crown tried to
railroad him on a phony...

All lies the sheriff told ya.

Sheriff ought to know.

Worked for Crown as a deputy
in El Paso four years back.

Told me all about him.

How he beat up innocent cowboys.

Clapped people in
jail without words.

No.

Oh, a fast man with a gun.

Shoot first, ask
questions later.

I know all about Crown.

Time he was stopped.

And Sheriff Hawkes
is just the man to do it.

When you hang for
doing his dirty work,

Crown will get the message.

Oh, laddie, you've
got it all wrong.

Listen to me.

You... ha!

(woman screaming)

What was that?

Nothing.

Nothing?!

- (woman screaming)
- There's a girl up there, she's...

(woman screaming)

Sheriff and Rafe just bedding
down another prisoner.

(metal clanking)

Hey, stop that!

Stop that right
now, you hear me?!

Sheriff, Sheriff!

Hey, sheriff!

Sheriff, Sheriff!

Hey, Sheriff!

Hey, Sheriff!

Hey!

Sheriff, Sheriff, quick!

He's gone out of his head!

Let me out of here!

You better calm down, boy!

Rafe, get your tail out here!

(all shouting)

Ahh!

(grunting)

That's enough!

That's enough!

Save something for the hanging.

(groaning)

Listen, somebody, please.

Find Marshal Crown, Cimarron.

Tell him what's
happened to MacGregor.

Tell him!

You're wasting your breath, boy.

Even if these
rabbits had a mind to,

they couldn't do you no good.

Before old Jim
Crown could get here,

you'll be doing
the highland fling

at the end of a rope.

Mr. MacGregor, I'd like you
to meet Miss Sarah Lou Burke.

(chuckling)

Now, you didn't expect to have

such charming
female companionship,

did you, friend?

Now let's see
you try busting out

with her hanging
around your neck.

Whom Satan has
joined together...

let no man put asunder.

Yes, sir.

You two were
made for each other.

Both murderers

and both going to hang.

♪♪

♪♪

Marshal Crown.

Sorry to get you out
while court's in session,

but this telegram just came.

Says it's urgent.

Thank you... hold on.

When is the next train south?

Not until tomorrow.

Buy you might get something
out of KC this afternoon.

Thank you.

♪♪

♪♪

Hey!

Are you all right, miss?

I didn't hurt you, did I?

Aye, rough road in
more ways than one.

This nemesis is having
himself a jolly time.

Look, if there's
anything I can do to...

Aye.

I don't blame you for being
so scared you can't even talk.

If you'll take a little advice
from an old swashbuckler like me

whose been in a tight
spot or two in his time,

there's nothing better than the
rough music of your own tongue

to chase the blues away.

Aye, lass, as long as you
can talk, you know you're alive.

As long as you're alive

and there's prayer on your
lips and hope in your heart,

nobody in the whole ruddy
world can get you down.

Never you forget that.

(laughing) Mr. McGonagle
or whatever your name is.

You're a fool.

(laughing)

The name is MacGregor, miss.

M-A-C-G-R-E-G-O-R,
with a roll to the "R."

Whoa, well, you can roll all
the "R" s you want, my bucko.

You're still a fool.

That's right, rail at me, lass,
if it'll make you feel better.

Sometimes a good jargon match
is just what the doctor ordered

to calm a lady's nerves
when the fear is under.

Fear?

Oh, mister, I
haven't been afraid

since my mother delivered me
and whacked the breath of life

into me before she
gave up the ghost herself.

Oh, no, no.

What I meant,
miss, what I meant...

Not just what we got waiting
for us tomorrow morning.

But those blaggards
last night, what...

What about last night?

Well, that was
you crying out like...

I never cry, mister, must've
been somebody else.

I can understand how you
wouldn't want to talk about it.

Lovely lady like
you at the mercy of...

Were you that wild man
making that scene downstairs?

- Aye.
- Oh...

(laughing) Well...

You scared the daylights
out of 'em, I'll say that for you.

(laughing)

Well... don't go expecting me
to pin any ribbons on you for it.

You're just like them,
you're all alike, all you men.

Take what you can get
and the devil takes a woman.

Hold on now, lass, I won't
be lumped with the likes...

You could put all the defenders
of womanhood in a fairy cymbal,

you'd still have room left over
for an elephant in a brass band.

Now what did I say to make...

You can just shut your
mouth about last night.

For that matter, you can
just shut your yap from now

until they put a rope
around your neck.

Aye.

All right.

Your ladyship may not
like the way I roll my "R" s...

but you'd better listen to every
one of them from here on in.

Because I intend to bust
out of this traveling henhouse

any ruddy moment now.

(laughing)

Now all that means is, I'll
have to drag you along with me!

Well, listen, McGruder,
or whatever your name is.

Did I say you were a fool?

I take it back...
You're a looney bird.

- The name is MacGregor!
- Oh.

And you'd better keep your eye
on the looney bird, your ladyship.

He's about to fly.

♪ Saying fight on
my merry men all ♪

♪ And see that none
of you be "tain" ♪

♪ For rather the men
shall say we were hanged ♪

♪ Let them report
how we were slain ♪♪

All right, that's
enough back there.

I can see you're not
a music lover, Sheriff.

But I hear and tell you're quite

a talented bully and
coward in your spare time.

I listen to the whisperings

of those other poor
benighted creatures

waiting to be railroaded
by your kangaroo court.

I pieced together the
whole tale of how the winds

of ill fortune blew
you to see the county.

Your deputy there may not
even know the truth about it.

And I know the little lady
will be shocked to hear.

You see, lass,

when Jim Crown took over as
marshal of El Paso some years back,

he inherited Mr. Hawkes
there as one of his deputies.

Aye.

You'll find it difficult to believe
that such a charming gentleman as

Mr. Hawkes,

that he was on the take from every
gambler and shady operator in town.

Aye.

His specialty was
roughing up the people

who failed to kick in
with the proper cut.

Well, it didn't take
long for Marshal Crown

to strip the hide
off Mr. Hawkes.

Set him in the
sun for all to see.

Ah-ha-ha.

(laughing)

Temper, temper, Sheriff.

Lass...

you think our noble
Mr. Hawkes was dismayed?

Never.

He found greener pastures,

far away from his
nemesis, Marshal Crown.

You're a liar, MacGregor.

That's the reason, lass,

the only reason he's going
to hang the marshal's deputy.

Because I know too much.

And so does Jim Crown.

But it won't scare
the marshal off.

I'll make sure that Hawkes
forgets what a coward he was

when the marshal
ran him out of El Paso.

There's a stream up ahead.

Water the horses.

So, you're a lawman, too, huh?

Well, that is a new one.

The buzzards
eating the buzzards.

Just watch me and then
do what I say when I say it.

No man tells me what to do.

Gag your lolly, girl,

unless you just can't wait to
have your pretty neck stretched

at the end of that rope.

Whoa, whoa...

All right!

Get the horses some water.

I'll sprinkle some
on 'em back here

so they won't die on
us before they get there.

Come on out of there.

Stretch your legs.

♪♪

Come on.

Rafe!

- All right?
- Get after 'em!

♪♪

Oh!

They headed down
that way, then they just...

You cut one of the
horses out of the wagon.

Go back to town and get a posse.

They gotta be down
that way somewhere.

Keep a sharp eye out.

♪♪

I can't go any further.

- You can!
- I can't!

If you have enough
breath to snap at me,

- you can still run!
- My feet hurt.

So do mine.

We must have lost them by now.

We're running until we drop.

- You are a no-good...
- Save your breath.

You'll need it.

♪♪

♪♪

(panting)

Done enough, lass.

- I'm not done.
- Well, I am.

(breathing heavily)

I gave you the worst
of it, didn't I, lass?

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry for me, mister.

Hey!

All right.

I'm not sorry for you.

I'm sorry I run you ragged.

No man ever runs me ragged.

I'm ready to go
any time you are.

Lie down and rest.

Who are you telling to lie down?

All right, don't lie down.

I'll lie down if I feel like it.

(breathing heavily)

How far is it to the
Mexican border?

We're headed north, not south.

What?

- Aye.
- All this time?

If we make it over those hills,

we'll be in the Cimarron
and Marshal Crown will...

Think I'm some kind of dunce,

let you hand me over
to some other law man?

- I'm going south.
- Ah, stop it!

- Can't you see?
- You want my neck in a rope?

It's my neck too

and I'm trying to save us both.

- The only way is north.
- South!

- North!
- South!

- North!
- South!

They say I killed one
man, you wanna try for two?

No, I have no intention...

Don't you ever touch me.

(laughing)

Oh, lass.

Oh, I'm as anxious
to get rid of you

as you are of getting rid of me.

Aye.

What are you doing?

Put your hand out.

I'll get these things off
if it's the last thing I do.

Oh...

(dog barking in the distance)

Aye.

Has to be a tool
rack in that barn.

And a fire.

I can get us free of each other.

Then you can go your
way and I'll go mine.

♪♪

Hold it.

Rafe, you take your boys and go
on over the other side of the hill.

Rest of you stay with me.

We'll comb the valley for 'em.

Start with Cal Wilson's place.

All right, come
on, boys, come on.

What'd you close the door for?

Now we're as blind as bats.

Do you want someone to spy
it open and know we're in here?

Your eyes get used to the dark.

(clattering)

I told you I couldn't see.

(dog barking)

(clanking)

♪♪

(whispering)

♪♪

Woman: Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Well, uh...

well, you see, ma'am, we...

Speak up before I fill
you full of buckshot.

Uh, well, you see,
ma'am, my fella and I,

well, we were out taking
a ride in the countryside

and, well, you know how it is.

We saw your barn and, uh,
we just came in to get warm.

For shame.

Aye.

It wasn't the bonny
lass's idea, ma'am.

No, no, I'm the one who...

I thought so.

What would your family think

if they knew you was out
skylarking with the likes of him?

It'll never happen again.

And you, you leering sadeer.

You ought to be ashamed taking
advantage of a little girl like that.

Uh, I was going to
ask her to marry me.

A likely story.

Take your dirty hands off her.

Well, you see,
ma'am, it's this way...

(barking)

(laughing)

Oh, oh!

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

We're wasting time laughing.

We should be running.

Which way, north or south?

Unless you want
me to go to work now.

It'll take a couple
of hours at least.

Then you'll be free of me.

That's what you want, isn't it?

If we reach Cimarron,
you'll be clear.

Jim Crown will see to that.

Clear?

With a murder charge
hanging over me?

Ah, but you're not guilty.

How do you know?

I can feel it in my bones.

You don't know
anything about me, mister.

Maybe not.

But I know I'm being
railroaded by that sheriff

and I think you are too.

Don't think so hard, my bucko,

because if you knew the truth
about me, it would freeze your blood.

Shh!

They're heading for the farm.

They'll pick up
our trail for sure.

There's only one chance.

North.

Those hills.

Come on.

Marshal, I didn't expect
you back until tomorrow...

MacGregor back?

No news.

- That stubborn Scotsman.
- Jim, he's so ashamed.

I know he is, but...

I got a line on that
man you brought in.

I put a name to that face.

He wasn't in the morning file,

but old Mr. Blair
down at the "Gazette"

has a regular morgue
of old territory papers...

Fine, Francis,
come on, who is he?

- Luther Happ.
- Luther Happ.

No, that name doesn't
mean anything to me.

He's a deputy for
some sheriff down...

Here it is, Cedar County, Texas.

Paper's about eight months old,

but there's the sheriff with
some prisoner he brought in

and that's Happ, his
deputy, holding the rifle.

- Jack Hawkes?
- Who?

- The sheriff.
- Cedar County?

Wanted in El Paso.

- By me.
- The sheriff?

Saddle up two horses.

But what about MacGregor?

We get to Cedar County,
we may find him there.

♪♪

(panting)

I can't take much more.

Perhaps... perhaps catch us
a cat nap before pushing on.

That overhang would
make a windbreak.

That last hill, enough to...

Is your ankle all right?

I was afraid when you turned it
we'd have to carry you from here.

I'm not a big of fluff.

Dry up and blow away
with the first cold wind.

I'm a weed, mister.

Hardy.

You don't have to tell me, lass.

I've never met a lady
with as much spunk as you.

Aye, and just in passing,

I can't think of any man either.

(laughing)

You know, you saved our
necks back there in that barn.

I do believe the old biddy
thought you were my girl.

- As if you...
- Well, don't go getting any ideas.

Do you have to bite
back all the time?

- I was just trying to...
- I know what you were trying.

Oh, you are the most contrary,
exasperating woman I ever met!

- Oh!
- Oh, oh!

What are you doing
with those leaves?

What do you think I'm doing?

I'm making a
place for you to rest.

But you can be sure there's
no pleasing the likes of you.

Right, so you just use
those leaves yourself.

The bare ground is
good enough for me.

Well, you can just stop looking at
me with those big calf eyes of yours.

I know what you're thinking.

You can just put
it out of your head.

I never met a man
yet that wasn't a liar,

a cheat or an animal.

So don't think you can
smile and sweet-talk me

and expect me to do anything more
than despise you for what you are.

Look...

I wasn't thinking anything.

I wanted to do
something nice for you.

That, nothing more.

♪♪

All my life...

I bragged about my
way with the lasses.

But I know what I am.

No one has to
shout it in my ear.

A clown.

Decked out in a funny
nose and baggy pants...

for the amusement of the
whole ruddy female race.

(chuckling)

What would a lovely
young lady like you

be doing in the company of
a preposterous lump like me?

Oh...

you needn't worry,
your ladyship.

Right now...

I'm too tired to
even wink at you.

Aye.

Not so tired I can't
go to work on these.

I'll have you free of me
if it takes me all night.

♪♪

Well, they're holed up
somewhere in them rock.

First light, we move up
on 'em slow and easy.

And Satan himself
have mercy on them

'cause old Jack
Hawkes sure won't.

A bit more.

A wee bit.

And we'll be done
with each other.

Just close my eyes
for a second or two

and finish the job.

Just a second or two.

(coyote howling)

Coyote.

Oh, he won't bother you.

Probably looking for his mate.

Mac?

Mac, I want to talk to you.

Oh... go to sleep.

I hurt you before.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean you
to take it to heart.

I thought you were starting
to care about me and...

well, I'm not worth
the tip of your hat.

Oh, a lady shouldn't talk
about herself that way, lass.

I know who I am.

It's not proper to...

Don't look at me...

or I won't be able to say it.

♪♪

And don't call me a lady.

I'm half-Irish, half
southern swamp rat.

Sarah Lou Burke is who I am.

Queen of the Crazy Horse Saloon

and all bars north and
south of Cedar County, Texas.

I can pound an ace
while I smile at you.

Sell you a piece of desert
for an ancestral home.

Steal your wallet.

I've fleeced men with
all tricks known to woman

and a few only known
to the devil and me.

I've clawed and chewed my
way through this crazy world

since I was 14 years old

and my old man up and
died on me in a mining camp.

Hadn't even planted him yet

when one of his
buddies called...

Uncle Willie...

crawled into the tent
with a bottle in his hand

a gleam in his eye.

I snatched that
bottle away from him

and I smashed it over his head.

And when he kept coming,

I jabbed the jagged end
of the stump into his throat.

No Uncle Willie has ever
crawled in my tent since then.

So now you know.

Woman who'd just as soon
kill a man as look at him.

I don't believe you're
that way at all, lass.

(scoffing)

What do you think they're gonna
put a rope around my neck for?

Murder.

Clyde Brock, owner of
the Crazy Horse Saloon.

Only you didn't do it.

The sheriff and his crony
in crime had a falling out.

Hawkes shot him and
pinned the killing on you.

How do you know that?

Aye, because I know you, lass.

Because I know you, lass.

I've been trying to tell you
that but you just don't listen.

The first lesson
a lady has to learn

is that she must
listen to a... gentleman.

(scoffing)

Now just gag your
lolly for a breath or two

and let me tell you
the truth about yourself.

You're a courageous
lassie, Sarah Burke.

I'm proud to be sharing
the same handcuffs with you.

And if it's all the
same with you,

we'll forget our
dingy yesterdays

because if you ever got me started
on my own little past peccadilloes,

we'd be up and away here now

from now 'til the cock crows.

But you know as well as me, we
should be grabbing what rest we can

until we have to start
running for the hills again.

Time for rest, Sarah.

Time for rest.

♪♪

(whispering) Mac.

MacGregor.

♪♪

(horses approaching)

(knocking)

Oh.

What's all that banging?

Waking a man out of...

Why, it ain't even
hardly morning yet.

- Where's the sheriff?
- How should I know?

I'm the US Marshal.

Where is he?

Taking two prisoners
to county seat.

Who are they?

What's their names?

I don't know.

Some crazy woman
and a wild Scotchman.

Come on.

They're hanging the
pair of them at noon.

♪♪

Sheriff may be on his way
back before you get there.

(chains jangling)

(panting)

Mac...

My pa was an old codger.

Dripping tobacco
juice and dreams.

But he was the only truly
kind man I've ever known...

until I met you.

♪♪

Come on, lass.

♪♪

There he is!

(gunshots firing)

Flush him out, boys!

Lass...

Only one thing can save us now.

Split up.

I'll draw their fire.

Run them a hard chase
in and out of those rocks.

When you see them go after me,

you cut over that
hill and head north.

You can't make it,
I won't leave you.

- You have to.
- No.

I'll make it.

You'll see.

I'll meet you somewhere in those
woods heading north to Cimarron.

- That's a promise.
- You're just saying that.

No, that's how little
you know me, lass.

I have more lives than a cat.

If there's anything better
than having a breeding mind,

it's having dumb luck.

And I have more
than my share of that.

Now do what I say.

I can't.

Please?

For me?

Good girl.

(gunshots firing)

(gunshots firing)

Bye, MacGregor.

(gunshots firing)

(gunshots firing)

There he goes!

Over the ridge!

♪♪

(horse whinnying)

- MacGregor!
- Mac.

Come on, get on, let's go!

All right, hold it.

Don't even clear your throat.

All right, get 'em up.

Slow and easy.

You listen, mister,
and listen real good.

I'm a US Marshal.

Jim Crown!

Well!

You never know where you're
gonna run into old friends.

Hey, you, uh,

lost a little weight,
ain't you, Jimbo?

You been working too hard?

This man is Mr. MacGregor.

My deputy.

He's an escaped killer.

Convicted legal,
gonna hang legal.

You stand in the
way of the law, Jimbo,

and Rafe up there's
gonna have to, uh...

Any man lifts a gun against
me or one of my deputies

will face a federal prosecution.

Ha.

They don't seem to be
listening to you, Jimbo.

They know who's calling
the tune around here.

I'm the law.

You're nothing.

You're a stranger
obstructing justice.

These men here got every right
in the world to shoot you dead.

This time, Jimbo...

I'm calling you out.

- (gun cocking)
- Sarah: Sheriff!

I'm giving myself up.

- (gunshots firing)
- (horse neighing)

You tell your men to back off!

Hold your fire!

That's better.

Let 'em ride out.

You're coming along too, Jack.

So we can chew
the fat about old time.

♪♪

Are you all right, lass?

Oh, MacGregor.

♪♪

Whoa!

Stage has arrived.

Sarah!

Sarah: Coming.

- I forgot the parasol...
- I'll get it for you.

Come on.

I swear, I would be
late for my own funeral.

We specialize in
feeding weary travelers.

Oh, Dulcey.

Oh, it's just sandwiches.

I wish you didn't
have to be going.

Well, I do too.

But then this is something I've been
promising myself for a dozen years.

Well, when you come back,
you know where your home is.

That's lovely.

Marshal, well, I want to thank you
for everything you've done for me.

Judge Parker, he did it.

I'll just take a
few of his bows.

Where's Mac?

There was something
he had to do.

Sorry to rush you, but
we're behind schedule as is.

We're coming along.

♪♪

(horse neighing)

For you, lass.

I just cashed a
bank draft for $250.

That dumb MacGregor
luck I was telling you about,

the reward money for the captured
dead or alive of Luther Happ.

Wanted for murder and extortion

in the northern
province of Montana.

Go on, take it.

I can't.

Look, look...

if you're going all
the way to Colorado

to pay your respects
to your pa's grave,

this will buy a very
grand cutting stone.

I can't.

Perhaps a favorite
quotation of his from, uh...

Like, "Gold is where
you find it," huh?

Ah, you loved him, lass.

Aye.

And I love you, MacGregor.

For that wild, romantic gesture.

But I can't take it.

Of course you can.

You already gave me what I need.

I know who I am now.

Sarah Lou Burke.

And what else?

Say it, lass.

A lady.

Loud and clear.

A lady.

Marshal.

They're waiting on you, Sarah.

Uh, Sarah, uh...

Mac.

No, it's all been said.

Besides, it's not goodbye.

Who knows, someday maybe
you'll come riding over a hill

and there I'll be.

Like my pa used to say,

"Big as life and
twice as sassy."

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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