Cimarron Strip (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Hunted - full transcript

Marshall Crown convinces the gunslinging Gauge brothers that they will receive a fair trial if they turn themselves in. A wealthy rancher decides to seek gun justice and hires a pair of bounty hunters to exact retribution.





Don't turn around.

Just keep your hands
around that tin of coffee.

- You're Crown.
- I am Crown.

I'm Felix Gauge.

And my brother Gene.

I got a picture of
two in my office.

His jokes go with a deal?

I don't make a deal
with the likes of you two.

There's no joke.

I'll decide that.

Let's hear it.

Shay Wells.

The gunfight... That
one, we were there.

And that shoot
up down in Garver.

Garver, yeah, that one, too.

What's that mean in prison time?

That's up to the judge.

What's it mean,
three years, five?

You could get hung for
that bank holdup at Gaemon.

We never touched Gaemon.

Well, how about cutting up
that posse at Indian Flats?

- We was nowhere near Indian Flats.
- No.

I suppose you never rode
with Billy Rogers either.

Come on, Crown, let's separate
the fictions from the facts.


you were making a lot of
noise up and down the outlet.

Getting so they're thinking
about naming a place after you.

Well, that winter we weren't
within 200 miles of the outlet.

I wrote the judge a letter
and told him about that.

Well, then you won't mind me
doing a little bit of backtracking.

That wasn't in the deal.

It is the deal.

Judge Hayes is gonna
take a plea of guilty

for Shay Wells and Garver.

I'll be looking
into the rest of it.

There ain't no rest.

Now we ride out, Felix.

I got a itch.

We ride right across
them blue mountains

and down to the panhandle
and straight to the Rio Grande.

Yeah, and get cut
down for bounty!

They've got $15,000
on our heads!

Probably because
of a bunch of lies.

Well, you listen to him.

He's telling you
we're dead either way.

We ain't gonna hang for
something we didn't do!

You get that through your head.

You got more respect
for the judge than that,

otherwise you wouldn't
have written him.

We ride out we don't
like how it's going?

Only place you're gonna
be riding is back to Cimarron.

Face a judge.

He's out on circuit now.

Your trial's gonna
be held in ten days.

You're coming in voluntarily.

- Bounty taken off?
- As long as you're in my custody.

You two make no
mistake about it...

You're gonna be throwing
yourselves on the mercy of the court.


You sure have got our
interest at heart, Mr. Crown.

I can read that.

I got ten days and
I'm gonna use 'em.

And you're gonna be
getting what's coming to you,

one way or the other.

Now, if you don't
like the terms,

you can go back to
sleeping in the hills.

If you do, follow me.

It's a hot day, a long ride back

and it isn't getting any cooler.





Expecting somebody important
on the stage today, Francis?

Stage ain't even
due for an hour.


I guess the talk was right.

They're surrendering for trial.

Look so young.

Mac, give me a hand.

15,000 on their heads.

What a couple of 5-cent
bullets would have brought

if somebody had
got 'em before Crown.

Mr. Gauge, will you
hold it right there?

Just one second, Jim...

- That's good.
- (popping)

Fine, thank you.

That dance celebrating
our homecoming?

The Wayfarer's Inn is gonna
be closed until further notice.

Come on.

Gauge brothers.

- (clattering)
- Oh...

I hope you won't mind
our table manners, miss.

Been on the hungry side
a better part of a week.

Well, from the rate
you're going, I think you...

need a couple more steaks.

Got to hand it to you, Crown.

I sure like the way you
manage these accommodations.

Your room is at
the top of the stairs,

first door on the right.

There's a bolt on the inside

and shutters on the window.

You're sure going to a large
expense on our account.

It's a lot less expensive than
chasing you over the territory.

Said ten days.

Can't be any quicker?

No, the judge won't
be back any sooner.

And I'm gonna need every
minute to check you out.

You still calling us liars?

You try to tell me why
the name of Gauge

was linked with the
Billy Rogers' gang?

He was making a hellhole
below the South Flats.

Well now, that whole winter,
Felix was holed up down in Sinarro

with a slug in his lung.

I was playing nurse maid to him.

A contract busted some
ranchers down there.

You didn't answer my question.

I don't know why we were
tied in with Billy Rogers.

But if you think there's
anything more to it, Crown,

you're gonna have to prove it.

That's the way I see it.

Now 50 yards to the
north there's a town hall.

50 yards to the
south is a barber shop.

Those are your limits.

You step outside those limits
without me or one of my deputies,

I'll hand over a $15,000 voucher

to the man who brings
your bodies back.

You said the bounty was off.

As long as you're in my custody.

- What about our guns?
- You'll get 'em back.

If and when.

Are we supposed to walk
down that street without 'em?

Well, you walk down
that street with 'em

it's gonna be an open invite
to the first draw-crazy kid

who wants to try you out.

Makes sense.

Well, the territory paying
our funeral expenses, too?

Nobody's gonna draw on an
unarmed man, not around here.

If he does, he knows there'll
be a rope waiting for him.

Now, if anybody leans
on ya, you don't lean back.

You come running to
me and I'll straighten it out.

- Now, you got that clear?
- Clear.

Have a good stay.

He sure got a long,
hard nose on him.

He's a man that does a
job, that's all I'm asking.

This where all that
magic takes place.

The cook has a
weakness for flattery.

Thank you.

You look different.

I feel different.

The man gets the
dirt cleaned off him

doesn't have to
apologize anymore.

That's a strange
way of putting it.

I don't suppose there's
any sense in me telling you

you're the prettiest
thing in Cimarron.

You know that already.

Mr. Gauge.

Oh, excuse me.


Well, I wasn't totally
sure, but thank you.

Your, uh, time
being taken up any?

In what way?

Well, I expect I'm about a week
late asking you to that dance tonight?

Well, I'm on the ladies
refreshment committee

so I'll be working.

Yeah, I expect you wouldn't be too
happy being seen with me anyhow.

That's not true.

Well, you're gonna be busy
taking that cake to the dance

but what about after?

- Well...
- Let's just say you've been spoken for.

I'll be seeing you home
safe after the dance,

that is if it don't bother you?


don't wait for me for supper.

All right.

Don't you dare.

Why, you're getting to
be quite a mind reader.

That's not so hard to do.

All right then.

How do you read that kid?

Mr. Crown, I'm a big girl now

and quite able
to think for myself.

Size has got nothing
to do with brains.

Why do you dislike them so?

Because I know
them and their kind.

Now, maybe that
kid's got a pretty smile

but he's rotten
through and through.

Even his own brother can't
see him for what he really is,

a born killer.

And you can prove that?

Dulcey, I'm trying
to tell you something.

Jim, excuse me just a minute.

How do you like that? I
made an extra print for you.

Got a frame for
it and everything.

What do you want
me to do with it?

Well, I thought you might
wanna hang it over your desk.

It isn't every day a marshal
brings in somebody like

a Felix and a Gene Gauge...

Well, do you think I
could get it autographed?

(door slamming)

Did I say something wrong?

Oh, shut up.


Thank you very much.

Have a good time at the party.

You're sure not
wasting any time.

There's a lot of
rocks to look under.

- Anything crawl out?
- No, not yet.

Well, good luck.

Oh, uh...

Remember, 50 yards
up and 50 yards down.

The dance is safe, ain't it?

As safe as prairie
grass in September.

Just don't start any sparks.

Leave it be.


Mr. Gauge, I read a whole
book about all your gun fights.

The same one I read, son.

Beware of fairytales,
there's not much truth in it.

Got your picture,
too, Mr. Gauge.

Pa tore mine up.

Pa shows a lot of sense.

You a gunfighter too, Mr. Gauge?

Never was any
smarter than I was.

All right, now
you run along, kid.

Evening, Mr. Gauge.


We don't have any money.

Oh, that's all right.

By the way, I put a
picture in your room.

It turned out real fine.

You work for the newspaper?

Well, I'm sort of a
freelance reporter.

I send in pictures and stories.

Right now I work
for Marshal Crown.

Doing what?

- Um...
- (crowd applauding)

I'm kind of a deputy.

You mean you're
keeping an eye on us?

Hope you don't
take it the wrong way.

No, it's real fine, Francis.


You wait for the kids
in this town to grow up

you can run for mayor.

Not a bad idea.


(music stops)

Sure didn't mean
to dampen things.

And who says you are?

Now let's see some more of
that fancy stepping out there!

Come on!


You're the tinderbox
around here, big brother.

Don't light any sparks.

You got intentions on hiding that
pretty dress behind a table all night?

Until most people get fed.

Most seem to be doing
okay for themselves.

People are afraid of
your brother, aren't they?

Did I say something wrong?

Let's see if I can
keep track on my feet.


Mr. Buckman.




- (gunshot firing)
- (all screaming)

Mr. Buckman,
you're way out of line.

Now you get a hold of yourself.

I just found out about you...

you scum.

I said get a hold.

You, you're a part of it!

Let these cutthroats,
these killers go free.

Mister, we've never met.

Where do you come
off with gunplay?


No, but you met my
son, didn't ya, huh?

You left him hanging in
his own barbed wire, dying!

The Billy Rogers' gang

and the Gauge brothers...
You heard all about it!

I'm not so sure about it yet.

Now you simmer down or get out.

I swear on my son's grave that

you and your brother shall reap
from everything you've sown.

In the morning.

All right, everybody.

There's a lot of
food and drink left.

Come on now, the night is young.

You play.

- Let's get with it.
- ♪♪

Yeah, there might even
be a few more laughs.

I wanna talk to
you... privately.

Then follow me.


I'm sorry.

It must have been very
embarrassing for you.

Mr. Buckman is a
very emotional man.

Mr. Buckman is a
man with a big boot.

We hired out to the big boots.

Buckman and the like.

They slept in their soft beds
while we slept in the hills

with saddles for pillows.

Now the range wars are over

and there's no use for us.

Just to make sure they don't
have to look us in the face

they say that maybe
it wasn't wrong

for hiring and
paying for the killings

but just the doing of it.

You said something
about seeing me home?


Ms. Dulcey, you mean real well

and I thank you,

but I'm just not taking
any favors anymore.

'Cause I've staked
everything on this

and it's just not working
out the way I want it.

I can just see it all
going down the hole.

Buckman and everybody like him
putting us where we never were.

That's not it.

You know you're gonna have
to face Buckman and the likes

when you made the
deal with Judge Hayes.

Now quit fooling around,
let's get to the point.


I get the feeling
you're out to crucify us.

You said you wanted to
pay for everything you did.

All right.

Well, I'm here to see that the
law doesn't get shortchanged.

Oh, that's pretty funny
coming from you, Crown.

The way I hear it, you shook a
pretty rough stick yourself once

before they pinned that
marshal's badge on you.

That's right.

Well, it could just as easy
be you running around here,

trying to square things,

just trying to get
somebody to listen to you.

You didn't have
to make that deal.

You could've stayed
right where you were.

Now what's the real squeeze?

I've been telling ya...

I'm trading because I
want the rest of my life.

And for Gene, there's a future.

Oh, so that's it.

Gene, hmm?

He's your big stake.

He deserves a chance,
Crown, he's just a kid.

Ah, he hasn't been a kid
since he strapped on an iron

and started listening to
those tall tales about you.

You better take a
closer look at him.

I'm asking you, Crown.

Give him a chance.

The judge gives us a deal,
he can get a fresh start.

All for him, is that it?

I think you see a
lot of yourself in him.

And even more.

Whereas you can draw
the line; maybe he can't.

Like riding on the
outlet with Billy...

I told ya, he stayed with me.

We're always together.

You try pinning something
on him he didn't do,

we're both gonna pay for it.

If that's true, you got
nothing to worry about.

If not, cut him loose.

Otherwise... Felix,
you're gonna have to pay.

And you're gonna
pay the hard way.



He's here.

Biggest man in the territory.

In good company.

Doesn't shape up
better than it looks.

He runs it alone.

The man proves he
doesn't deal in pennies.

One more going for us
than a straight gamble.

You know, Harlin,
the older you get,

the more you get to
peeking around corners.

If I recollect rightly a couple I
peeked around saved your neck.


It's open.

Mr. Harlin, Mr. Woods.


Rode in about an hour ago.

Signed in quiet, like you said.


I realize there wasn't too much
information in that letter I sent you.

Well, uh...

the 500 cash tucked in with
it said enough, Mr. Buckman.

I assume you're both well-acquainted
with the situation here in Cimarron.

We know enough to see
the man who guns down

Gene and Felix
Gauge in that street

gets the wrong end of a rope.

Look, if you don't
like the hand I dealt,

you can both just move
on out of town $500 richer

and just forget
that we even talked.

Real fair listening money.


I suppose you're
riding out again today?


Well, you're not being fair.

I've got a job to do

and I'm expected to do it.

The judge is only
waiting for you to say

that the charges are unfounded.

I will when I can.

You know, you've been rubbing
shoulders with outlaws and killers

for so long that you're beginning
to think everybody is the same!

Well, your breeches must
be just about warn out from

all that riding
you've been doing.

So how do we stand?

You're looking better
and better every day.

You've been at it
almost a week now.

How much longer?

A day or two.

Ever hear of a Jake Mulady?

- One of Billy Rogers' men, isn't he?
- Mm-hmm.

And the sheriff from Beaver
City, he tracked him down.

What's that got to do with us?

That's where I'm going, Beaver
City, to talk to Jake Mulady.

Still don't concern us, Crown.

We'll see about that.


Well, Gene, told ya.

All we've got to do is
sit tight and sweat it out.




For the past few days he's been
drinking his meals at The Cherokee.

Stays there 'til
just before dark.

As for Crown, he's
riding in late every night,

well after dark.

That's the pattern.

There's one thing to collect

that's not even
sure on this kid.

Oh, under these circumstances,

I feel sure the territory
will pay the reward.

However, if they shouldn't,

I'm prepared to
guarantee the full amount.

$15,000 if the
governor refuses to pay.

And, uh, we get to move on.

After it's over,
you just move out,

camp someplace south of town.

All I want from you is your
presence and your talents

at the exact time and place.

This so-called friend of
yours you arranged for,

how reliable is he?

He's got sweaty hands.

He'll make more out of this
than he can make in a year.

That makes him reliable.

Doing a lot of hard riding
these days, aren't you, Marshal?


Well, have a good trip.

Do my best.


That's him, Mr. Gauge.

I'd know him any place.

Mr. Gauge.

If'n you was to tell me to get and
leave you alone with your thoughts,

I'd do just that.

But I just couldn't resist

coming over here and
sitting down with ya

and buying you a drink.


That day in Carson Springs
when you gunned down

them three drunken
Comanche bucks...

(imitating gunshot firing)


I never seen a town so scared

until you took over.

That was Felix.


That was my brother, Felix.

I wasn't but 12 years
old when that happened.


By golly, I guess you are a
might too young to be him.


Pour yourself a drink anyway.

Get out of here.

Mean no offense to
your feelings, mister.

Here I am, Deputy.

Safe by ten yards.

You tell him that, you hear?

Tell the marshal I'm a good boy.

That's all he wants to know.



(keys jangling)

Big Jake Mulady.

Big enough.

Heard you rode
with the James boys.


Terror from Kansas.

Some say.

Billy Rogers' right-hand.

Both hands.

And now you're telling
the Gauge boys how to be.


You fancy yourself quite a
fisherman, don't you, Marshal?

Hook and line.

That's all.

That's why you ain't
catching nothing.

You need bait.

Good, live bait.

How about 20 years?


You're not likely
to land this fish.

I might, if I had a noose
at the end of the line

or a life.

The Gauges, huh?

That's my only bait.

That ain't good enough.

Think about it.

(keys jangling)


Mr. Gauge.

Just following orders.

I'll bring him back to the inn.

Never knew ya to soak
it up like this before.

Ain't doing me no good either.


Well, then quit.

Is somebody on your mind?

Beaver City.

What crime did we ever
commit in Beaver City?

Jake Mulady is there.

That don't sit with you?

All that poking around.

Finally paid off for Crown.

Come at me straight, Gene.


I rode the flats with
Billy Rogers last winter.

Why didn't you tell me?

I... I know how
you'd feel about it.

I wasn't making enough
money contract busting.

But why, Gene?



How do you think I paid
for them doctor bills?

And that cantina
owner took 500 in gold

to make him forget it was Felix
Gauge sick in his back room.

That's why...

Crown's been
looking under rocks.

He knew it was more than the
name Gauge up here last winter.

Billy Rogers.

- All them killings.
- I know, not me.

Now you know
me better than that.

I run 300 head of
circle "W" purebred

down to the panhandle.

Jake Mulady alone.

Got me $100 for my share.

And I headed straight
back to Sinarro.

Now we've got to tell Crown.


When was the last time you
heard a rustler get less than 20 years

if he was lucky
enough to make it to jail

instead of to the nearest tree?

You tell it to him.

Same as you just told it to me.

Maybe it'll get us an
extra couple of years

but the judge ain't
gonna lay it on thick.

Not since we give ourselves up.

Besides, he's gonna
see that you're just a kid.

I ain't a kid!

- I'm as big as you are.
- You shut up.

Felix, we gotta run.

Keep your voice down.

Times are different.

I told you.

There's no running.

Not anymore, not now.

So come on.

We'll get some coffee
in you, some food.

And have that talk with
Crown when he gets in.

Come on.

Mr. Gauge, glad I found ya.

That chestnut you rode into
town is bloating something fierce.

What's the matter with it?

I don't rightly know.

The doc's down there now, fixing
to put a bullet through his head.

Nobody's putting a
bullet in my horse.

Gene, hunt down one
of them Crown deputies

and tell him I had to
go past his boundary.

Be at the livery.

Mr. Gauge, why don't
you let me do it for ya?

I'm going that way anyway.

All right.

Is there anything I can
get for you, Mr. Buckman?

Oh, no.

- Thanks, Tom.
- Right, sir.

(crickets chirping)


We've sure been
suckered, brother.

A couple of fellas over at The
Cherokee hearin' 'em talking,

planning to make an
escape, you know?

I told Crown, I said, "Those
two are not to be trusted."

Hello, Marshal.

Well, you heard I presume.

I heard.

Quite obvious, isn't it?

They tried to make a break,
somebody heard about it,

and was out waiting for it.

Very convenient.

Sorry, Jim, but it sure
looks that way, doesn't it?

Does it?

Doc's got Gene
inside, working on him.

There's a good chance
for the lad he says.

I don't know how he's
lasted even this long.


- Crown.
- Yeah.

We were bushwhacked.

Walked right into...

Did you see who did it?


two guns...


Got him...

I got him, Crown.

Not Gene, me.

I'll tell the judge that...

I'll tell him that you got him.


Beaver City...


Did you get anything?


Almost perfect.

Isn't it?


No more digging.

The judge will get my report.

At least...

the kid made it.

I just wish it hadn't...

took so long.


So do I.


He sure has an
appetite this morning.

Oh, Jim, have you
seen Judge Hayes?

I did.

Well, what did he have to...


Didn't take you long
to come to, did it?

No names, no descriptions,
not even where they're from.

They just shoot
us up and ride out,

collect the reward without
anybody even knowing who they are.

Wouldn't be the first
time a bounty hunter

got paid off in secret.

And you're going
through with it?

Your horses were saddled.

And you and Felix were
talking about running

not too long before you
went down to the livery stable.

Just talk, that's all.

It was a setup and
you know it, Crown.

Well, the tight and tight enough
for Kansas City to approve payment.

Never figured Felix
to go out like that.

Like some sick dog.

But he left something
behind him, Crown.

20 years from now, 50,

they'll be talking about Felix
Gauge, reading about him.

Telling their grandchildren
about how they saw him,

shook his hand.

Look, started already.

St. Louis paper, front page.

His name is gonna outlive all
them people with them big boots.

When they write the
history of this territory,

they're gonna be
writing about him.

Felix Gauge.

You'll be coming
in for your share.

My share?

The last of the Gauges.

Gonna have to keep it going.

Right now I'm waiting on you.

Still haven't heard about
that trip to Beaver City.

- Nothing to tell.
- No.

Well, Judge Hayes
should be here by now.

He came in late last night.

I just left him.

Well, you gonna...

tell me or make me beg?

- How long?
- Clean slate.



- For...
- For everything.

Everything you've done.

Shay Wells, Garver.

And as far as this
territory is concerned,

you never pulled a
trigger in your whole life.

The judge thinks
you got a raw deal.

He wants to pay you back for
what happened in that livery stable.

And you don't go along with it.


I wish Felix was alive
so he could be paid back.

Yeah, sure.


Clean slate.

If you give your word that you're
not gonna go after Buckman

or those bounty hunters...

Now, when a man has a
mind to go after another man,

nobody can talk him out of it.

I just wonder how much
store you set in yourself

and how much it all means to
you when you give your word.

I set a lot of store in somebody
paying for that grave Felix is in.

You want me to
tell that to the judge?

Spell it out, Crown.

You don't draw on anyone...

unless it's to defend yourself.

- All right.
- Well, that's a quick answer.

Well, a man's got no choice.

Doesn't have
much to think about.




The town is wild with talk, Jim.

Is it true?

Has the judge really
given Gene amnesty?

Yup, he's free and clear.

Well, at least it will give Gene
another chance to live a proper life.

If he uses it right.

- You gonna pay the bounty today?
- Tonight.

And you make sure he
doesn't leave this town

- for the next 24 hours.
- Aye, will do that.



You sure you don't wanna
ride along with us, Mr. Buckman?

Make sure they get
paid their money.

That won't be necessary.

Well, maybe you'd like to
shake their hands, wish 'em well.


Well, that's another dirty
piece of business out of the way.

A bit late to be going
out, isn't it, lass?

Well, there's nothing
to do around here

so I thought I'd take some
leftover stew to the Calloways.


Lass, there's enough
to feed an army.

You know, another day in
bed wouldn't have hurt you.

Well, I was getting kind
of restless, Ms. Dulcey,

so I thought I'd
get myself some air.

I don't imagine the marshal
has anything against me

- wearing my guns.
- Nope.

Nothing at all...
When you leave town.

I sure do owe you, Ms. Dulcey.

Oh, nonsense, I get
paid for what I do.

Like staying up half
the night with me?

How did you know that?

I thought you were unconscious.

Well, some things got through.

Like it was dark, and
there was a big hurt,

and I was scared,

and I said to myself, "That's Ms.
Dulcey sitting there beside me."

I remember thinking, that's
a real nice thing she's doing.

I'm just gonna have to get well
and see if I can pay her back.

That's a roundabout way
of regaining your health

but I'm glad it worked.

Well... you best
stay inside tonight.

Go on, sit down, lad, sit down.

I'll be with you soon as I
finish this report for the marshal.

Don't mind me.

Tonight's payoff night, huh?


How did you know?

Oh, just a smell in the wind.

Well, get it off your mind, lad.

But some say they
were range detectives.

Hmm, detectives indeed.

Border trash they are, to
see a man's back as a target.

Expect to be going back that
way when they get paid off, huh?


it's your interest at
heart I have in saying

you'll only be bringing
trouble upon yourself

in giving it another thought.


And I might mention, there's
no leaving town for you tonight.

- Who says?
- The marshal himself.

And I'm being no more
than a step behind you

the minute you thought
of heading for the stables.

Well, I'll have to take
that up with Crown.

Holding me in this town.

When do you
figure he'll be back?

Oh, not until morning at best.

Camped a half-night's
ride to the south, huh?

Must be pretty nervous.

Now, I didn't say
they were south.

And I didn't say they were
a half-night's ride there.

Ah, don't worry
about it, MacGregor.

Right now all I got on my
mind is a couple of drinks

and a little socializing.


Which shows your
good judgment, lad.

And they're on me.

Well, that's quite an offer,
coming from a Scotchman.

Oh, I have my weaknesses.

Oh... ahh...

Gene, what is it?

I don't know, I...

Well, hold on, lad, hold on.

I'll get you...




Queens full.

Well, I never like to
win the first pot anyhow.

You gotta win the first one
if you wanna win them all.

I'm sorry, sir, this
is a private club.

Oh, I... I've never been in any
place before, turning down business.

Give him a drink, Thomas.

Put it on my account.

Ah, Mr. Buckman, I thank you.

What do you drink?

Why don't you let me
have some of that stuff

in that fancy
little bottle there.

Looks kind of expensive.

I'll bet Mr. Buckman has
some of that occasionally.

It's almost like him and
me having a drink together.

I don't drink with scum.

Well, now I don't blame
you, Mr. Buckman.

I sincerely don't.

Anybody can see you're a
man of taste, honor and integrity.

Me, I'm not much of anybody.

You certainly aren't.

You're a liar and a thief.

Guess it would've suited you better
if they buried me alongside of Felix.

You didn't come
in here for a drink.

So go ahead, boy,
make your play.

I ain't afraid of you.

Ha-ha, now, Mr. Buckman, I
know you're not afraid of me.

Fact is I know you're not
afraid of a living person

in this whole world.

That's right, so go ahead.

Drink your drink and
get on out of here.


I've never seen no
shiny whiskey before.

Everything's shiny.

So a man knows
he's got the best.

You know, I remember
when I was real small,

thinking everything good
came from shiny things.

Like a silver dollar.

My mama's hair.

How my daddy looked
when he was cutting wood,

all sweaty, muscles
standing out,

looking like he was
gonna last forever.

First gun I ever got,
haven't it nickel-plated.

You were given a
drink, not a soapbox.

To your health, Mr. Buckman.


Real good.

And don't you ever come
back here again, boy.

Mr. Buckman, you
keep calling me "boy."

Now, that's a
mistake you're making.

Then you've been making
a lot of mistakes lately.

Like making Felix
kill that son of yours.

He didn't.

Throw him out, Thomas.

Oh, now...

a man gets a drink
bought for himself

it's not polite to take
it away from him.

Your brother got no
less than he deserved.

Well, now that wasn't
the subject, Mr. Buckman.

Ah, maybe Felix
did deserved to die.

Like a lot of people
deserve to but don't.

What I said was,

"You made a mistake thinking
Felix killed that son of yours."

Fact is, about that time,
Felix was holed up in Sinarro

about an inch away
from death himself.

Get out of here, boy.

You keep calling me
"boy," Mr. Buckman!

And I ain't.

That son of yours,

he was a boy, in fact.

A grown man don't
cry when he's hurt.

At least not the way he did.

Yes, sir, he sure did a
lot of blubbing that day,

hanging on that wire.

You know something,

he'd have been a handsome man

if he'd have "growed" up.

You're lying, you
were never there!

Well now, that's a funny thing.

Felix said he wasn't there
and you had him killed.

I'm standing here talking to you

and all you wanna
do is buy me a drink.

Get out of here!

Oh, I'm going, Mr. Buckman.

Fact is, I got pressing
business elsewhere.

Just didn't wanna
leave nothing behind me.

That boy of yours,

he didn't die
easy... I'll say that.

Fact is...

he was kind of stubborn-like,

hanging on that wire, bleeding.

You weren't there!

Calling for his daddy.

Just hanging there, kind
of swaying back and forth.

Crying and calling
for his daddy.

Drink this one to that son
of yours, Mr. Buckman.

I put those slugs where they're
gonna hurt real bad, Mr. Buckman.

You might not even die.

Just wish you had
for a real long time.

Real good shiny whiskey.



Count's right.

Yeah, all here.

You understand, Marshal.

Just wanted to make
sure that we're getting it all.

Yeah, no hard feelings, Marshal.

You got your job
and we've got ours.

Hey, all I can say is that fellas
like you have made it rough on us.

Real slim pickings lately.

Tell you something.

If we could combine,
say, like with the Gauges,

you know, you grab some
guy with a bounty on him,

let us take a crack at 'em.

- Money to split.
- Thanks.

Go ahead, I'd
like nothing better.

(crickets chirping)

All right, you two, now
you clear out of this territory.

I see either one of you
back in Cimarron again,

I'm gonna post my
own bounty on you.







Oh, a pot of coffee is
gonna taste mighty good.

Yeah, closely followed
by some flapjacks,

some ham and eggs and potatoes

and some sleep.




He killed Mr. Buckman!

- Gene Gauge?
- Yes.

You were right.

I'm sorry, I know
you were right, but...

All right, Dulcey,
take it easy now.

Take it easy.

- Hello, Jim.
- What happened to you?

Uh, he took me... I'm sorry.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, it was only my head.

He went to the club and
provoked Buckman into a gunfight.

Now he must be after
those bounty hunters.

Does he know
where they're headed.

Well, he guessed.

Here's more from Beaver City.

From Judge Hayes, huh?

Francis, you look after things.

Make sure Mac gets some sleep.

- Jim...
- They say Buckman's gun was out

before Gauge even
started his draw.

- Yeah.
- But...


That's a straight zone.

Ride the night.

Next meal will be vodka.

(horse whinnying)

(horse whinnying)

That mare of mine is
long over her skittish days.

(gunshot firing)

- (gunshots firing)
- (horse neighing)

Somebody must have
traveled Crown after the money.

(horses neighing)

The horses are
carrying the water!

Gene: You boys sure ain't much

for professional man hunters.


Them handguns
against this rifle up here

makes about as much sense
as you camping on lower ground.

Are you gonna
ride with your luck

or are you gonna
throw them guns away?

All right, now you
boys move out.

What you got in mind, Gauge?

Burying you right
where you stand

if you don't move
in two seconds.

You need more proof
you're at a disadvantage.

Not that way.

Now you two boys
was headed south.

I wouldn't wanna make
you go out of your way.

The horses went north.

Which proves they got
good common sense.

There'll be grass and
water on higher ground.

Them two seconds
you had been long gone.



Heat's enough to
cook a man's brains.

I can't go any further.

Ah, a man's got more
in him than he thinks.

Ain't nothing further
south but more of the same.

I wouldn't say that.

Me and Felix been
through here a time or two.

There's a waterhole
about six miles further.


Can't go... one mile further

without water.

Well, I'm putting my money on
you boys making it to that water.

If you have to crawl.




What more do you want?

You're right to collect
that bounty money.

You can't argue that.

You've been there, Gauge.

A tower in front of you.

Yeah, I know just
how you boys felt.


we're carrying that money on us.


Sort of figured you would be.

Harlin means we
don't need it all.

We don't want none of it.

Settle a border for us.

You being $15,000 richer.

Oh, no.

That's a real nice offer.

I guess I couldn't help
thinking about Felix

every time I bought a
drink with that money.

I might even be able to get
a meal down without choking.

Just trying to say we
made a mistake is all.

Money not mean anything to us.


We don't want any of it.

I mean you can have it all!

You fellas don't want it?

I don't want it.

Why don't we just get rid of it?

(gun cocking)

Tear it up.

Nice little pieces.

Let the wind do the rest.

Maybe Felix will
rest a little easier

knowing nobody's
living off his blood.

Can we get the water, Gauge?

Well, the price
you boys are paying

I guess I couldn't deny you.


Guess you boys never travelled
through these rocks before.

Don't it bother
you nothing grows?

No bugs in it.

Nothing crawling on the bottom.

Not even any animal
tracks leading in here.

Yes, sir.

You boys sure need educating.

Like if there's no slime or mud

or bugs in a waterhole,

why, that just might mean it's
not too hospital to living things.



You boys might think about that.

The time you got left.




(horse whinnying)



Just resting my horse, Padre.

You're welcome to come inside.

Some go back aways.

Oh, yes, a few of them
older than a century.

Remember me and my brother
Felix used to walk through graveyards.

See who could spot
the oldest headstone.

Remember him talking once...

about how there didn't seem
to be very much point in it all.

You get born, you die

and not much happens in between.

There are those who
leave many things behind.

Like being able to buy
a bigger headstone?

No, I meant something
quite different.

How far behind is he?

That's a pretty quick inclusion
you just jumped to there.

You all look the same coming by.


A little afraid.

Guess I'll have to visit your
church sometime, Padre.

I bet you preach up a storm.

The border is just minutes away.

Beyond the orchard.

Never saw nothing
done in this world

man wasn't doing it for himself.

He don't say it

but in the back of his mind
he's got that headstone

looking bigger than
the one next to him.

(horse whinnying)

I, uh...

feel a little jilty
talking to you

when you could've
crossed to safety.

Nice talking to you, Padre.

Had a feeling you'd be
coming after me, Crown.

Almost scared me
into running for it.


Not Gene Gauge.

He's got too much started now.


Three men dead.

Somebody's liable to get
mixed up one of these days.

The Gauges.

Top guns.

Which one, Felix or Gene?

And three dead men.

They the reason for you
to try to haul me back?

I only need one.


His son, hanging on that wire,

shot full of holes.

News from Beaver City, huh?

Big Jake Mulady.

He traded the end
of a rope for you.

Pinned you in with the killing

and the Billy Rogers' gang.

I've got amnesty now.

Clean slate.

Amnesty is cancelled.

You're standing trial for
the murder of Buckman's kid.

Undo your gun belt.

Don't expect I'll be able to
walk across that Cimarron street

'til after the trial, huh?

That's unlikely.

Guess you want the rifle, too.

Slow and easy.

Think I'll get a chance to sample
Ms. Dulcey's cooking again?


That much you get.

(horse neighing)





(whispering in Latin)

He was a strange boy, Marshal.

So young yet so
preoccupied with death.

The hunted are very
lonely men, aren't they?

I used to believe that
somewhere along the line

it was the lack of a
hand held forth to them.

The lack of a word.

But, uh, now I'm no longer sure.

I'm not either, Padre.




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