Cimarron Strip (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 7 - Whitey - full transcript
A young outlaw kidnaps Dulcey so that he can avenge himself upon Marshal Crown and the gang leader who double-crossed him.
(birds chirping)
(horse whinnying)
Well, morning, gentlemen.
- Hot enough for you?
- Sure is.
- You the man in charge here?
- Yep.
Passenger agent, freight agent,
custodian of United States
mail, dispatcher... you name it.
- I'll do that.
- (gun cocking)
Safe opener.
- Hurry it up.
- (gun cocking)
- (gasping)
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Dulcey, child.
What's your hurry
on a day like this?
Oh, well, I was making a custard
pudding and I ran out of eggs.
Oh, I see.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I didn't see you.
- (screaming)
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All right, come on!
Help!
Somebody help!
Marshal!
What is it, Miss Becker?
Hold up!
Oh.
Jim, Jim!
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Come on.
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(horse neighing)
Wouldn't have caught up to you if
your horse hadn't gone lame, right?
Right.
I'll relieve you
of your gun belt.
Looks like he picked
up a nail some place.
It's a beauty.
You think he'll be able to
carry him back into town?
Maybe not quite as fast
as it brought him out here.
Shouldn't be any
problem, though.
Ain't much to him, is there?
Gus!
That's an unfriendly
thing to do.
Tell him to keep
his fat mouth shut.
I'm as big as him
or any man here.
Maybe, I guess.
It's hard to tell about a man
when all you can see is his outside.
Outside he's just a little
cockroach that needs squashing!
All right, break it up!
Take it easy on him, Gus.
Now, that's no way
to treat my prisoner.
Come on, mount up.
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Whoa.
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That's the lousiest water
I ever tasted in my life.
No wonder everybody in Cimarron
looks like he's got a bellyache.
You do that again...
Yeah?
And I'll have you clean the
whole place from top to bottom.
(scoffing)
Say, is there any chance
MacGregor's gonna be back pretty soon?
He's off getting deposition
from everybody who was involved
in that stage hold up in Hardesty.
Might take until
the end of the week.
People are scattered all over.
Something on your mind?
Him.
I sure don't like guard duty
every night with him in there.
Makes a lot of racket
for a guy his size.
If I was a gambling man,
I'd bet you eight to three that
he's one of the Tinker Gang.
What would they want
with a little guy like him?
He's pretty tough for his size.
At that Hardesty bang last week,
there was a little man involved.
Beaver City robbery, six
men, one of them was shorter.
And Ciman a month ago.
It's him.
I'm sure of it, every time.
Well, if that's the case, why don't
you whoop up on him a little bit?
Bet you'll find out soon enough.
Not him.
You could twist his
arm off at the shoulder
and never get a word out of him.
What's his name?
Robert White.
He says his friends
call him Whitey.
He's got friends?
Here's your supper.
Who are you?
Dulcey Coopersmith.
You do the scut work
in this dump, huh?
- I'm the proprietress.
- (scoffing)
Better eat your food
before it gets cold.
Is that all you're
offering in here?
Well, we've got whiskey
and beer in the saloon,
but I'm afraid I can't give you any
without the marshal's permission.
That's all right, Dulcey.
What do you want, whiskey?
Sure.
Tell Fabrizio to use my bottle.
Whitey.
Do you have any folks living?
Mother, father, any relatives?
Why?
Where are you from originally?
Cairo, Illinois.
What difference does it make?
That's on the river, isn't it?
Nice little town.
- I've been there.
- It stinks.
Your folks still live there?
They're dead.
Well, here you are.
Gonna need those
boots and belt from you.
What for?
Don't make me come in
there and take them off you.
I don't like this any
better than you do.
- You'll get 'em back.
- When?
Tomorrow morning.
You run a pretty nutty jail.
You haven't been in too
many jails, now have you, son?
I've been in plenty.
Was anyone accused of murder?
That freight agent died
just a little while ago
but not before telling me
that you were the one that
pistol-whipped him this afternoon.
You're crazy! I never
hit him that hard!
You must have, boy.
And the charge is murder.
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You should eat your supper.
Might make you feel better.
Get that slop out of here!
(coughing)
man: Marshal, I keep telling
you, I promised Miss Waintree
her Davenport will be
ready in the morning.
Jim: You'll have to tell her
that this job takes priority.
Man: I got no
place to work either.
You saw my shop.
A man can hardly turn around
in there, much less build a...
Jim: Well, you can
use a stable over there.
There's plenty of room.
Wouldn't it be all right if I started on
it first thing in the morning, Marshal?
No, I'm gonna
need it before noon.
That soon?
Judge Simmons is in town.
Oh.
Oh, for that Whitey fella.
Does he know that
he's gonna get...
No, he doesn't.
And I don't want to
tell him until I have to.
He's just a kid.
Hey, Marshal.
Yes, Whitey?
Did you want something?
Who's Judge Simmons?
- Judge who?
- You heard me.
Judge Simmons.
Judge Simmons.
He's a territorial judge.
He comes through here
four or five times a year.
He's here now.
Yeah, I heard.
- Now look, Marshal...
- (men shouting)
Uh-oh.
Those trail hands
are at it again.
Why can't they wait
for Saturday night?
(sawing)
Hey, Marshal.
Did you tell old man Gibson he
could make a coffin out in the stables?
He's hammering and sawing.
Nobody can get any
sleep around here.
Aw, shut up and get out of here.
Leave Gibson alone.
I'm sorry, Whitey.
I didn't see any point in
telling you until tomorrow.
You can't do this.
You can't railroad me, Marshal.
I got friends that'll never
let you get away with it.
I'm not doing
anything except my job,
which is to keep you
locked up right now.
When Judge Simmons
gets through with you,
well, then I'll
do the rest of it.
Like what?
"Like what?" I said.
To see that you hang by
your neck until you're dead.
Now I didn't pin on this
badge to execute kids.
This judge,
he can't convict me
without a lawyer, can he?
You'll have a lawyer, all right.
The judge will assign you one.
A jury too, if you'd like.
I'll tell you right now it
won't make any difference.
There's no stronger evidence
than deathbed evidence.
You're guilty and you
should be punished.
But anyone else, other
than Judge Simmons,
you'd have a chance
at a prison sentence.
But not with him, though.
He'll sentence you at
10:00 and by noon...
Are you sure there isn't someone
you'd like me to inform, son?
Would you like
to write a letter?
Would you like anything?
More whiskey?
I don't want nothing.
Oh, I was just locking up.
Well, go ahead.
Jim.
He's so young.
- He's just a boy.
- I know.
Well, don't you think the judge
will take that into consideration?
No chance.
Judge Simmons goes with the law.
Every letter of it.
The only thing he
understands that...
What?
I just remembered.
He postponed a trial once
in Stillwater, I think it was.
There was a rustler
who spilled to the sheriff
where the rest of the gang
could be rounded up and he did.
The judge let him off
with a four-year sentence.
Well, does Whitey
belong to a gang?
The worst.
Arn Tinker and his bunch.
The judge hates him
even worse than I do.
Well then, if he tells you...
If he told me what?
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Here are your boots.
You better put them on.
It's getting cold.
Whitey.
It's all right if I call
you Whitey, isn't it?
What I want to say is...
you know, I'm almost 19 and...
I don't think you're much older.
And each of us,
we have... 40,
perhaps even 50
more years to live,
if we're lucky.
You're part of the
Tinker Gang, aren't you?
Well then, you simply have to
tell Jim where he can catch them!
If you do, he'll make
sure you don't...
Well, that the judge will
give you a light sentence.
That's all you have
to do, it's very simple.
Oh, Whitey, you've
got to be practical.
You really do.
- Will the judge listen?
- To Jim?
Of course he would.
Anything about the Tinker Gang.
The judge hates them.
Oh, Whitey, please tell them.
I don't want you to die.
Call him.
Last day of the
month, that's tomorrow.
Grand Valley, at the mine.
Just before quitting time.
Take the payroll.
That doesn't make
any sense, Whitey.
That payroll wagon is armed.
Always guarded.
Dynamite.
They're gonna blast it.
End of that...
bit of ravine just
before the mine.
Stuff's there.
It's been there
for quite a while.
Who's gonna light the fuse?
- And where?
- The fuse.
It's wired to a detonator
hidden in the rocks.
Where?
The south side of the road.
Right even with the dynamite.
Is that all, Whitey?
Well, sure that's all.
What more do you want?
(telegraph tapping)
Right where he said they were.
Dynamite detonator.
You take off for
Shades Wells right now.
Tell Sheriff Macklin
I'm going to need him
and all the deputies he can
muster at Grand Valley by noon.
Get this off to the
sheriff at Hardesty.
Well, good morning,
Miss Dulcey, how are you?
Mr. Phillips.
But I thought...
I heard that...
Somebody said you were dead.
Oh, no, ma'am.
Nothing like that.
Take more than a lump to
do in an old moss bag like me.
But I declare, if I
didn't know better,
I'd say you look
disappointed that I'm still alive.
Uh... no!
No, no.
It's just that, uh,
I was very sorry
that you were dead.
Uh, it was a shock.
I'm very glad.
Think I'll get locked
up a couple days
just so I can have you
serve me breakfast.
Excuse me.
Wait a minute.
You knew about him, didn't you?
I knew about whom?
Mr. Phillips.
You were in on it all the time.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Ooh!
Don't get mad at me.
I wasn't the one that
told you he was dead.
Get out of my way.
Morning, Whitey.
I've got your breakfast for you.
Is Phillips the freight agent?
Uh, now listen, Whitey.
I was actually surprised...
Is he?
Yes, Whitey, but...
let me tell you,
I'm sorry you were tricked.
I really am.
But, you know, I'm glad
you're not a murderer.
(clattering)
I'll kill him.
I swear I'll kill that Crown.
What time you got?
2:40.
It's due any minute.
I put the black powder in instead
of the dynamite like you said.
I hope it works right.
I used a couple pounds.
That ought to be enough.
It'll make the noise
and produce the smoke,
but it won't hurt anything.
If we get Tinker, we
got a bounty to split.
You oughta catch him before
we start counting the money.
(horses approaching)
I think I hear the stage.
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They rode right over it.
And not a sign of Tinker.
There might have been a
leak somewhere, Crown.
Maybe they tapped
the telegraph wire.
Maybe.
And maybe the marshal's
prisoner was smarter than he was.
What are you talking about?
The dynamite and the plunger
are right where he said they were.
- Now what?
- Now nothing.
You ride back to Shades Wells.
You too, Martin, thanks a lot.
Sheriff Macklin!
Hey.
Here.
The bank.
While you had me frying
out here in these rocks,
they hit the bank
in Shades Wells.
Cleaned it out,
killed my deputy.
Remind me to listen
to you again sometime.
White.
Maximum prison sentence for
armed robbery and assault is 20 years.
Well, I promise you you're
going to do every minute of it.
You take care of that, Crown.
You do that.
And the day I get
out, you better hide
because I'm gonna kill you.
Sure you will.
You're an expert.
Why you can't even rob an unguarded
freight office without getting caught.
I'll give you this.
You can lie.
Oh boy, can you lie.
Me?
And what about you?
Telling me I killed
that freight agent?
And that coffin?
You lousy...
What are you saying, Crown?
Tinker never showed
up at Grand Valley.
I had every lawman I could pull
from the strip there waiting for him.
So he changed his mind.
No.
Tinker and his boys cleaned
out that bank in Shades Wells
and nobody lifted a finger.
He didn't change his mind.
He planned it that way.
No, I swear.
It was gonna be the mine
payroll at Grand Valley.
Tinker's a smart man, all right.
He knew that you'd talk
and he knew that I'd listen.
He's smarter than
both of us this time.
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Really, Francis, I can't
keep supper any longer.
My pot roast is all dried up.
What's keeping them anyway?
You know how the marshal is
when he's gunning for somebody.
Like a bulldog.
Especially after what
happened in Grand Valley.
Might as well forget
about the supper.
Him and MacGregor'll
probably stay gone all night.
Francis.
Do you think that
there's a chance...
I mean, if they find
this Tinker person...
it'll help Whitey?
The way Jim feels
about him now...
Oh.
Uh...
Did you notice if
he'd eaten his supper?
He hadn't the last time looked.
It was about an hour ago.
Don't worry about him, Dulcey.
If he gets hungry, he'll eat.
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You need nourishment, you know.
You'll get ill if you
don't eat something.
I'll tell you what.
If I take it into the
kitchen and heat it up,
will you promise
to eat just the soup?
Just try the soup.
(gasping)
Don't move.
Don't move or you're
dead, you understand?
Bartender gone home?
Who's out there?
Francis.
Call him.
And not too loud.
Francis.
Francis!
Francis: Yeah?
(whispering) Come
in here a minute.
Come in here a minute.
I'll snap her neck
like a dry twig.
- Don't.
- Unlock the cell.
Come on, move!
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Get down.
Whitey.
Shut up!
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Yeah.
Yeah, I'll get 'em.
All of 'em.
Every last rotten
lousy one of them.
Crown.
Crown and Tinker.
Good old friendly
boss Arnie Tinker.
Smarter than me.
Now this is the job.
This is the job.
Bury the dynamite...
blow up the stage,
guards and all.
I'm trusting you now to keep
your mouth shut, all of you.
I'll kill him and his brother.
No.
I'll kill his brother first.
(gasping)
I can beat him.
There.
One shot, in the face.
In the big mouth.
You taste it?
You taste the lead?
How do you like it?
Then Tinker.
Uncle Arnie Tinker.
I'll get you.
(sniffling)
I'll kill you.
I'll kill you slow.
Why did you do that to me?
(whimpering)
Shut up!
Shut up!
Well, this ends the day nicely.
He outsmarted you, huh?
Jim, he took Dulcey.
Jim, he'd have
killed her right there.
He'd have broke her
neck if I hadn't let him go.
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(horse whinnying)
All right, you can get down now.
Inside.
There's enough food
and water for today.
I'll bring some more
when I come back.
Where are you going?
I probably won't be
back until after dark.
No point in trying
to go anyplace.
I'm taking your horse some
place where you can't find it.
I'll take your shoes, too.
And when you come back...
then what?
I haven't decided yet.
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They just plum dropped
out of sight, Marshal.
I want everybody out, freshly
mounted, as soon as can be.
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(gun cocking)
Boss, Whitey's on his way in.
Are you sure?
Yeah, Rosario sent
the message twice.
Is he alone?
- Guess so.
- It's all right.
Tell Rosario to let him through.
I wonder what
he did with that girl
he was supposed
to have made off with.
Why don't you ask
him when he gets here?
Life is full of surprises.
I never thought we'd
see little Whitey again.
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I hope you haven't come
to make trouble, Whitey.
I've come for some answers, Arn.
The least you can do is quit
playing cards and talk to me.
(gun cocking)
You point that at me and
I'll kill you where you sit.
Beau, put it down.
You're right, boy.
You come a long way to see me
and I owe you an explanation.
I'm listening.
Sit down, son.
No thanks.
It was a matter of logistics.
You know I like to accomplish
things with the least possible risk.
Decoying as many lawman as I
could seemed the best way to me.
As it turned out, I was right.
You could have told
me about the set-up.
No.
No, Crown is much
too smart to be lied to.
He had to be told the
truth, as far as you knew.
Why me?
Everyone has his
weakness, Whitey.
Yours is youth,
which you're
getting over very fast.
How'd you know I'd break down?
It's my business to know people.
Some of the other fellas
might have talked too
under the right
kind of pressure,
but you were the logical choice.
I'm sorry.
You've surprised us, though.
Nobody figured you'd
get away so easily,
including Crown, I'm sure.
And with a prisoner.
(laughing)
I'm proud of you, boy.
Thanks a lot.
Now I've apologized.
I've complimented you.
What else do you want?
My share of what you
took out of Shades Wells.
Done.
Can we shake hands now?
Who put the nail
in my horse's hoof?
Now, you don't want
to know that, Whitey.
Whoever it was
did it on my orders.
What are your plans?
Want to come back with us?
Maybe later, I don't know.
Right now, I'm just going
to take a little time off.
What about the girl?
What about her?
If she's still alive,
I bet we could get $10...
maybe $15,000 for her.
She's kind of a pet
of Crown, you know.
What do you mean "we"?
What did you do to help?
For a little man, you
got an awful big...
(gun cocking)
I'm curious.
What did Crown do to you?
Told me I killed
the freight agent.
Got a carpenter to make noises
like he was building me a coffin.
After a few hours of that, I would
have done anything to save my life.
So I talked.
Well, uh, where was
Crown when you broke out?
Out of town, hiring
some deputies.
It's getting late.
I'm going.
Deputies?
What did he want them for?
I don't know.
Some kind of shipment
going out next week.
Cattle, I guess.
There's a lot of them
rounded up outside of town.
Cattle.
They use cowboys
for that, not deputies.
Must be some other
kind of shipment.
Think, Whitey.
Was there anything else
you might have heard?
This could be very important.
I wasn't listening
too close, Arn.
Except to that carpenter.
I heard the train was
going to New Orleans
without any stops in between.
They got stockyards and a
slaughterhouse there, haven't they?
They also have a
United States mint.
Might account for the deputies.
You were locked up near
that, uh, railroad depot.
Did you get a look at that?
Only the office part where
we held up the freight agent.
What date did he
want the deputies for?
Did you hear
anything about that?
Sometime next week.
Say, Arn, can you
spare me some chow?
Beans, bacon, coffee.
Maybe a little whiskey.
Oh, sure, the
boys'll fix you up.
Tell them I said to.
And I'll have your money
ready for you when you leave.
Right.
I'm proud of you,
boy, I really am.
Thanks.
What was that all about?
I mean, the US mint and
the deputies and the rest of it?
Whitey just told us something
I don't think he realizes.
That git?
Come on, Arn, that kid couldn't
give you a decent lead on anything.
And you know it.
Well, not deliberately, perhaps.
Get somebody to relieve
Rosario, I want to talk to him.
Let's see, he can scout
the railway approaches
on both sides of the Cimarron.
I'll take care of the rest.
Come on, we got work to do.
Hey, wait a minute.
You're going off
half-cocked on a hunch.
Beau, if you want to go
into business for yourself...
do it.
As long as you're part
of this organization,
just remember who runs it.
Right?
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(chuckling)
Oh, they have a
United States mint there!
And it worked.
Every word of it.
"I'm proud of you, I really am."
Oh, you are dead, Tinker.
Dead by the neck.
Come on.
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(horse whinnying)
(crickets chirping)
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Oh, Whitey, I'm
so glad you're back.
How come?
Well...
I was frightened.
There are rats in here.
Forgot to leave you matches.
(squeaking)
The fire.
It's, uh... very nice.
Uh...
Could I cook you something?
Coffee?
No.
No thank you.
Whitey.
Whitey, please.
What's going to happen to me?
I haven't decided yet.
(coughing)
Dulcey.
What kind of a name is Dulcey?
English.
Come here.
Closer.
More.
You never have been married.
No.
You think you're
gonna marry Crown?
Or that other one,
what's his name?
- The kid?
- Francis.
No.
Why not?
Uh... because...
I've never wanted
to get married before.
And... and I'm...
working the Wayfarer's
Inn and I like being single.
(coughing)
Talk some more.
Uh, what do you want me to say?
Just talk.
Go on.
Well...
my name is Dulcey Coopersmith
and I live here in Cimarron City.
I live here in the
Wayfarer's Inn
and I work at the
Wayfarer's Inn and...
and I like working here and...
and I like...
being single and...
Oh, don't make me talk anymore!
I don't want to talk anymore!
Oh, please, Whitey, don't
make me talk anymore!
Please!
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Oh!
Oh, Whitey.
Don't.
(crying)
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Francis.
Having some breakfast
here in a minute.
No thanks, I'm
heading right out.
Is the marshal in his office?
No, he left before daylight.
You oughta have
something to eat before you...
No, I said.
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Whoa!
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Fabrizio.
Give me the shotgun.
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You want to talk about her?
Then get rid of
Junior and his gun.
Where is she?
Not yet, Crown.
If you've hurt her, or
you're planning to...
You don't threaten me, Crown.
Not anymore.
You don't do one thing.
Not one thing
unless I tell you to.
Right?
All right.
Fine.
Now that we
understand each other,
I'm going to do you a big favor.
You got any wanted
posters on Arn Tinker?
A few years old.
- Murder?
- Yeah.
He's in there.
Gray suit.
Glasses on his nose.
Come and show me.
Go on.
(gun cocking)
Well, you're mistaken,
Marshal, I assure you.
The name is Burnham, sir.
William Burnham.
Arnold Tinker.
How does it feel... boss?
Big man, Arn Tinker.
I outsmarted you.
Me, Whitey.
The kid.
The one you threw
away like slops to the pigs.
How does it feel?
Come on, Tinker.
Tell me, how?
You are a dead man, Whitey.
You have my word on it.
(laughing)
You finished?
What's your deal?
Him for her.
The day you spring the trap
under him, I turn her loose.
Oh, he's gonna hang.
You can count on that.
But it could be weeks.
Jury, trial.
I want her now.
No.
No, you understand?
No.
The day he dies.
That's it.
Deal?
Deal.
Anybody tries to follow
me, you know what'll happen.
I'll lead you in circles.
She'll be dead
when you get there.
You still proud of me?
Huh?
Whitey.
If you've already killed Dulcey
or do it now or hurt her,
this world isn't gonna be
big enough for you to hide in.
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(sizzling)
(groaning)
Bacon.
Amore.
♪♪
You'll never get out of
here if I don't turn you loose.
You know that, don't you?
You'll hang.
Yes, you may be right.
Get the girl to me...
and I'll turn you loose.
- You mean that?
- You heard it.
You'd let me go free,
ruin your reputation as a
lawman just to get the girl back?
That's remarkable.
Doesn't fit the
picture I had of you.
Where is she?
I can find out.
I'll, uh...
write a letter to my brother and
tell you how to get it delivered.
I'll deliver it.
No.
Rosario will be by here soon
just to check and see
if I'm still in good health.
He'll deliver it for you.
We'll do it my way
or not at all, Marshal.
You'll hang then.
Perhaps.
Then Whitey will bring the
girl back safe and sound.
Perhaps.
♪♪
If this doesn't
work, you're dead.
Trial or no trial.
Always wondered what it
would take to melt you, Crown.
I'd like to meet her.
Write the letter.
♪♪
You should've
seen his face then.
He was sitting at
the desk, asleep.
I sat down right
across from him.
When he woke up, he couldn't
have been more surprised than
if I'd been a ghost
or something.
He started in on me right off.
Or he tried to.
I told him...
I said, "You don't threaten me.
"Not anymore you don't,
Mr. Big Marshal Crown.
You don't do one thing
unless I tell you to."
Then...
what happened then
was something, I tell you.
I said, "Crown...
"I'm gonna do you a big favor.
"You go in there and take a good
look at that man in the gray suit,
"glasses on his nose.
That, my friend, is Arn Tinker."
And it was Tinker.
It was.
He was there
because I set it all up.
He's gonna hang that Tinker.
He's gonna hang high by
the neck for what he did to me.
I'm gonna tell you
something, Dulcey.
I never felt like that before.
It was the best,
very best minute
of my whole life.
Is that all?
I mean... didn't
anything else happen?
Like what?
Well, Jim,
uh, Marshal Crown...
did he let you go because you
helped him catch this Tinker person?
You know better than that.
He let me go
because I've got you.
I see.
I made a deal.
I turn you loose
when Tinker hangs.
Well...
when will that be?
A week, two weeks.
Maybe more.
Well, you're not gonna
starve or anything.
You know that, don't you?
You mentioned that Jim was...
sitting down asleep in a chair.
That's unusual for him.
He was a mess.
Looked like he
hadn't slept for a week.
You're in love with Crown.
- No.
- You are!
No, no, I'm not.
It's just that...
we're friends, that's all.
I just feel very sorry for him.
He's in love with you.
No.
(clanking)
We're leaving here at sundown.
Going west.
And we're getting married.
What about your deal
with Marshal Crown?
I changed my mind.
I'm reneging on it.
Whitey!
I don't love you.
I know you don't love me.
And getting married
isn't going to help us.
Look.
You say you don't love
Crown or anybody else.
Well, I'm not so sure I
know what love means
and you probably don't either.
It's just... just getting
used to somebody,
the way I look at it.
And you and me, we can
get used to each other.
Whitey!
I've got some money, you know.
Plenty.
Buy some land
and some livestock.
I'm willing to give up a pretty
good career to settle down.
I'm good with the land.
You'd be surprised.
I don't mean you
any harm, Dulcey.
That's the truth.
What happened before...
well, I was real mad then.
I'm over that now.
I mean... I got even.
Nothing's burning me
up from inside anymore.
You know what I mean?
Like you said to me once,
we're both pretty young.
Got 40 or 50 more years.
I figure we'll spend
them together.
♪♪
Whitey.
I've never had a fellow
ask me to marry him before.
You're the first one.
But...
I think every girl should be given
the chance to make up her mind.
Well.
That's when there's
plenty of time.
We just don't have it.
We gotta be out of
here by tonight, Dulcey.
Don't you worry.
We're doing the right thing.
I know we are.
(yawning)
I'm tired.
I don't know how long it's
been since I got any sleep.
Lot's been going on.
Well, why don't you rest
for awhile while you can
because it won't
be dark for hours.
You're right.
Put your hands
behind you, Dulcey.
Oh no, I won't escape.
You might be tempted.
Just might.
I know I couldn't sleep
worrying about that.
♪♪
There's a box canyon up there.
I bet that's where the
Tinker Gang is holed up.
Come on, let's go.
♪♪
Gonna follow him all the
way, just the two of us?
No, they're too smart for that.
They'll post lookouts.
We'll pick a spot where
we can see who comes out.
When Beau Tinker finds out
his brother's been locked up,
we'll see some
action pretty quick.
♪♪
♪♪
You sure he's in jail?
I saw him there myself.
Crown is walking
around in his sleep.
He's walking around in circles.
Be very easy for us
to go into Cimarron,
shoot up the town pretty
good and pull Arnie out.
Yes, and that might be just
exactly what Crown wants us to do.
Hey, Ramey!
Anybody?
Nothing.
You know, your trusting
me is very comforting.
Well, I'm not
taking any chances.
To help your brother
either, obviously, huh?
Blasting him out's no good.
But if we just knew
where Whitey took that girl,
we could do something.
If we could just find her.
That could be arranged.
- Marshal.
- Huh?
Two riders.
All we can do is trail them,
whoever they are, and hope.
Come on.
♪♪
♪♪
Well, now is this the best
love nest you could find?
What do you want?
Her.
We're gonna trade
her for my brother.
Even up.
What are you talking about?
It is true.
Show him the letter.
Rosario, go out there and
bring up the horses, will you?
Oh no.
You do it.
I'm very tired.
I'll watch them.
All right.
Now you've got a choice, kid.
(gun cocking)
You can stay alive and
work for me or die right now.
You wanna kill Dulcey.
So they'll be sure
and hang your brother.
You want him dead, too.
That's right.
Now just step aside.
First man I ever killed.
Whitey, that was the bravest
thing I've ever seen in my whole life.
♪♪
Whitey?
Whitey?
It don't hurt bad.
I'm glad.
It's probably the shock
that makes you so weak.
I'll take care of you.
Will you?
Of course I will.
Probably won't be able
to do much for a few days.
♪♪
Dulcey.
I wouldn't blame you
if you just rode off.
Especially after the
way I treated you.
You know, when I
started that rough stuff...
I'm sorry.
You don't know how sorry.
I forgive you,
Whitey, really, I do.
I don't know
anything about girls.
Nothing.
Thought the
whiskey'd help, but...
it just made me sick.
I'm glad it did.
I don't know about love either.
Least...
not before you, Dulcey.
Listen.
We can start over again,
you and me, can't we?
I mean, like we
were a man and a girl
who just met each other.
Couldn't we do that, Dulcey?
Of course we can.
You know...
I don't feel small anymore.
First person in the world
who made me forget I'm small.
You're not small, Whitey.
You're as big as any man I know.
Dulcey.
What you said about
making up your mind,
about marrying me.
I want to.
I really do.
Will you...
will you have to think
about it or a long time?
I need you, Dulcey.
I love you.
I won't have to
think about it, Whitey.
I'll marry you.
♪♪
(gun cocking)
♪♪
(gun cocking)
(gunshot firing)
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
MacGregor: Jim!
Jim!
It's your trusty right
arm back home again.
Morning, MacGregor.
Ah, lass.
I might have known
you'd be the only one up
to greet the weary traveler.
Jim and Francis are very tired.
Aye, and no wonder.
What a monumental brawl.
Oh, no, nothing like that.
Ah, 'tis always the way.
The peasant labors while
the lords of the manor carouse.
Oh, MacGregor, you
know better than that.
Dulcey, girl, you've no idea.
The trials and tribulations
of this last week
that age you beyond your years.
"A simple task,"
the marshal said.
"Depositions."
Mere words.
But to collect those
words, aye, there's the rub.
Oh, what a time I've had.
How I've suffered.
Oh, did you have any trouble?
Trouble?
The first man I spoke to,
you think he'd
cooperate with the law?
No.
He set his dog on me.
I was fortunate.
Only my trousers were torn.
Oh, what a shame.
Then the stagecoach
driver, he swore on the Bible.
He swore on the Bible
that I was one of the
outlaws that held him up.
I was in jail for
two whole days.
Oh, that's awful.
Aye, and to say nothing of
the feeble-minded character
who took a shot at me.
Missed, fortunately.
But frightened my
horse into running away
and I had to walk 10
miles back to the town.
My feet are still
telling me about that.
You really must have
had an awful time.
Well.
Storm and strife.
The MacGregors,
they know their duty...
and they never shirk.
Anyway, enough of my doings.
Anything happened around here?
♪♪
Uh...
well, I, uh, had a few days off.
I rested.
Good, lass, you needed it.
We're awful glad you're back.
We missed you a
whole bunch, Biscuit.
Uh, well, so I noticed.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
(horse whinnying)
Well, morning, gentlemen.
- Hot enough for you?
- Sure is.
- You the man in charge here?
- Yep.
Passenger agent, freight agent,
custodian of United States
mail, dispatcher... you name it.
- I'll do that.
- (gun cocking)
Safe opener.
- Hurry it up.
- (gun cocking)
- (gasping)
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Dulcey, child.
What's your hurry
on a day like this?
Oh, well, I was making a custard
pudding and I ran out of eggs.
Oh, I see.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I didn't see you.
- (screaming)
- ♪♪
All right, come on!
Help!
Somebody help!
Marshal!
What is it, Miss Becker?
Hold up!
Oh.
Jim, Jim!
♪♪
Come on.
♪♪
(horse neighing)
Wouldn't have caught up to you if
your horse hadn't gone lame, right?
Right.
I'll relieve you
of your gun belt.
Looks like he picked
up a nail some place.
It's a beauty.
You think he'll be able to
carry him back into town?
Maybe not quite as fast
as it brought him out here.
Shouldn't be any
problem, though.
Ain't much to him, is there?
Gus!
That's an unfriendly
thing to do.
Tell him to keep
his fat mouth shut.
I'm as big as him
or any man here.
Maybe, I guess.
It's hard to tell about a man
when all you can see is his outside.
Outside he's just a little
cockroach that needs squashing!
All right, break it up!
Take it easy on him, Gus.
Now, that's no way
to treat my prisoner.
Come on, mount up.
♪♪
Whoa.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
That's the lousiest water
I ever tasted in my life.
No wonder everybody in Cimarron
looks like he's got a bellyache.
You do that again...
Yeah?
And I'll have you clean the
whole place from top to bottom.
(scoffing)
Say, is there any chance
MacGregor's gonna be back pretty soon?
He's off getting deposition
from everybody who was involved
in that stage hold up in Hardesty.
Might take until
the end of the week.
People are scattered all over.
Something on your mind?
Him.
I sure don't like guard duty
every night with him in there.
Makes a lot of racket
for a guy his size.
If I was a gambling man,
I'd bet you eight to three that
he's one of the Tinker Gang.
What would they want
with a little guy like him?
He's pretty tough for his size.
At that Hardesty bang last week,
there was a little man involved.
Beaver City robbery, six
men, one of them was shorter.
And Ciman a month ago.
It's him.
I'm sure of it, every time.
Well, if that's the case, why don't
you whoop up on him a little bit?
Bet you'll find out soon enough.
Not him.
You could twist his
arm off at the shoulder
and never get a word out of him.
What's his name?
Robert White.
He says his friends
call him Whitey.
He's got friends?
Here's your supper.
Who are you?
Dulcey Coopersmith.
You do the scut work
in this dump, huh?
- I'm the proprietress.
- (scoffing)
Better eat your food
before it gets cold.
Is that all you're
offering in here?
Well, we've got whiskey
and beer in the saloon,
but I'm afraid I can't give you any
without the marshal's permission.
That's all right, Dulcey.
What do you want, whiskey?
Sure.
Tell Fabrizio to use my bottle.
Whitey.
Do you have any folks living?
Mother, father, any relatives?
Why?
Where are you from originally?
Cairo, Illinois.
What difference does it make?
That's on the river, isn't it?
Nice little town.
- I've been there.
- It stinks.
Your folks still live there?
They're dead.
Well, here you are.
Gonna need those
boots and belt from you.
What for?
Don't make me come in
there and take them off you.
I don't like this any
better than you do.
- You'll get 'em back.
- When?
Tomorrow morning.
You run a pretty nutty jail.
You haven't been in too
many jails, now have you, son?
I've been in plenty.
Was anyone accused of murder?
That freight agent died
just a little while ago
but not before telling me
that you were the one that
pistol-whipped him this afternoon.
You're crazy! I never
hit him that hard!
You must have, boy.
And the charge is murder.
♪♪
You should eat your supper.
Might make you feel better.
Get that slop out of here!
(coughing)
man: Marshal, I keep telling
you, I promised Miss Waintree
her Davenport will be
ready in the morning.
Jim: You'll have to tell her
that this job takes priority.
Man: I got no
place to work either.
You saw my shop.
A man can hardly turn around
in there, much less build a...
Jim: Well, you can
use a stable over there.
There's plenty of room.
Wouldn't it be all right if I started on
it first thing in the morning, Marshal?
No, I'm gonna
need it before noon.
That soon?
Judge Simmons is in town.
Oh.
Oh, for that Whitey fella.
Does he know that
he's gonna get...
No, he doesn't.
And I don't want to
tell him until I have to.
He's just a kid.
Hey, Marshal.
Yes, Whitey?
Did you want something?
Who's Judge Simmons?
- Judge who?
- You heard me.
Judge Simmons.
Judge Simmons.
He's a territorial judge.
He comes through here
four or five times a year.
He's here now.
Yeah, I heard.
- Now look, Marshal...
- (men shouting)
Uh-oh.
Those trail hands
are at it again.
Why can't they wait
for Saturday night?
(sawing)
Hey, Marshal.
Did you tell old man Gibson he
could make a coffin out in the stables?
He's hammering and sawing.
Nobody can get any
sleep around here.
Aw, shut up and get out of here.
Leave Gibson alone.
I'm sorry, Whitey.
I didn't see any point in
telling you until tomorrow.
You can't do this.
You can't railroad me, Marshal.
I got friends that'll never
let you get away with it.
I'm not doing
anything except my job,
which is to keep you
locked up right now.
When Judge Simmons
gets through with you,
well, then I'll
do the rest of it.
Like what?
"Like what?" I said.
To see that you hang by
your neck until you're dead.
Now I didn't pin on this
badge to execute kids.
This judge,
he can't convict me
without a lawyer, can he?
You'll have a lawyer, all right.
The judge will assign you one.
A jury too, if you'd like.
I'll tell you right now it
won't make any difference.
There's no stronger evidence
than deathbed evidence.
You're guilty and you
should be punished.
But anyone else, other
than Judge Simmons,
you'd have a chance
at a prison sentence.
But not with him, though.
He'll sentence you at
10:00 and by noon...
Are you sure there isn't someone
you'd like me to inform, son?
Would you like
to write a letter?
Would you like anything?
More whiskey?
I don't want nothing.
Oh, I was just locking up.
Well, go ahead.
Jim.
He's so young.
- He's just a boy.
- I know.
Well, don't you think the judge
will take that into consideration?
No chance.
Judge Simmons goes with the law.
Every letter of it.
The only thing he
understands that...
What?
I just remembered.
He postponed a trial once
in Stillwater, I think it was.
There was a rustler
who spilled to the sheriff
where the rest of the gang
could be rounded up and he did.
The judge let him off
with a four-year sentence.
Well, does Whitey
belong to a gang?
The worst.
Arn Tinker and his bunch.
The judge hates him
even worse than I do.
Well then, if he tells you...
If he told me what?
♪♪
Here are your boots.
You better put them on.
It's getting cold.
Whitey.
It's all right if I call
you Whitey, isn't it?
What I want to say is...
you know, I'm almost 19 and...
I don't think you're much older.
And each of us,
we have... 40,
perhaps even 50
more years to live,
if we're lucky.
You're part of the
Tinker Gang, aren't you?
Well then, you simply have to
tell Jim where he can catch them!
If you do, he'll make
sure you don't...
Well, that the judge will
give you a light sentence.
That's all you have
to do, it's very simple.
Oh, Whitey, you've
got to be practical.
You really do.
- Will the judge listen?
- To Jim?
Of course he would.
Anything about the Tinker Gang.
The judge hates them.
Oh, Whitey, please tell them.
I don't want you to die.
Call him.
Last day of the
month, that's tomorrow.
Grand Valley, at the mine.
Just before quitting time.
Take the payroll.
That doesn't make
any sense, Whitey.
That payroll wagon is armed.
Always guarded.
Dynamite.
They're gonna blast it.
End of that...
bit of ravine just
before the mine.
Stuff's there.
It's been there
for quite a while.
Who's gonna light the fuse?
- And where?
- The fuse.
It's wired to a detonator
hidden in the rocks.
Where?
The south side of the road.
Right even with the dynamite.
Is that all, Whitey?
Well, sure that's all.
What more do you want?
(telegraph tapping)
Right where he said they were.
Dynamite detonator.
You take off for
Shades Wells right now.
Tell Sheriff Macklin
I'm going to need him
and all the deputies he can
muster at Grand Valley by noon.
Get this off to the
sheriff at Hardesty.
Well, good morning,
Miss Dulcey, how are you?
Mr. Phillips.
But I thought...
I heard that...
Somebody said you were dead.
Oh, no, ma'am.
Nothing like that.
Take more than a lump to
do in an old moss bag like me.
But I declare, if I
didn't know better,
I'd say you look
disappointed that I'm still alive.
Uh... no!
No, no.
It's just that, uh,
I was very sorry
that you were dead.
Uh, it was a shock.
I'm very glad.
Think I'll get locked
up a couple days
just so I can have you
serve me breakfast.
Excuse me.
Wait a minute.
You knew about him, didn't you?
I knew about whom?
Mr. Phillips.
You were in on it all the time.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Ooh!
Don't get mad at me.
I wasn't the one that
told you he was dead.
Get out of my way.
Morning, Whitey.
I've got your breakfast for you.
Is Phillips the freight agent?
Uh, now listen, Whitey.
I was actually surprised...
Is he?
Yes, Whitey, but...
let me tell you,
I'm sorry you were tricked.
I really am.
But, you know, I'm glad
you're not a murderer.
(clattering)
I'll kill him.
I swear I'll kill that Crown.
What time you got?
2:40.
It's due any minute.
I put the black powder in instead
of the dynamite like you said.
I hope it works right.
I used a couple pounds.
That ought to be enough.
It'll make the noise
and produce the smoke,
but it won't hurt anything.
If we get Tinker, we
got a bounty to split.
You oughta catch him before
we start counting the money.
(horses approaching)
I think I hear the stage.
♪♪
♪♪
They rode right over it.
And not a sign of Tinker.
There might have been a
leak somewhere, Crown.
Maybe they tapped
the telegraph wire.
Maybe.
And maybe the marshal's
prisoner was smarter than he was.
What are you talking about?
The dynamite and the plunger
are right where he said they were.
- Now what?
- Now nothing.
You ride back to Shades Wells.
You too, Martin, thanks a lot.
Sheriff Macklin!
Hey.
Here.
The bank.
While you had me frying
out here in these rocks,
they hit the bank
in Shades Wells.
Cleaned it out,
killed my deputy.
Remind me to listen
to you again sometime.
White.
Maximum prison sentence for
armed robbery and assault is 20 years.
Well, I promise you you're
going to do every minute of it.
You take care of that, Crown.
You do that.
And the day I get
out, you better hide
because I'm gonna kill you.
Sure you will.
You're an expert.
Why you can't even rob an unguarded
freight office without getting caught.
I'll give you this.
You can lie.
Oh boy, can you lie.
Me?
And what about you?
Telling me I killed
that freight agent?
And that coffin?
You lousy...
What are you saying, Crown?
Tinker never showed
up at Grand Valley.
I had every lawman I could pull
from the strip there waiting for him.
So he changed his mind.
No.
Tinker and his boys cleaned
out that bank in Shades Wells
and nobody lifted a finger.
He didn't change his mind.
He planned it that way.
No, I swear.
It was gonna be the mine
payroll at Grand Valley.
Tinker's a smart man, all right.
He knew that you'd talk
and he knew that I'd listen.
He's smarter than
both of us this time.
♪♪
♪♪
Really, Francis, I can't
keep supper any longer.
My pot roast is all dried up.
What's keeping them anyway?
You know how the marshal is
when he's gunning for somebody.
Like a bulldog.
Especially after what
happened in Grand Valley.
Might as well forget
about the supper.
Him and MacGregor'll
probably stay gone all night.
Francis.
Do you think that
there's a chance...
I mean, if they find
this Tinker person...
it'll help Whitey?
The way Jim feels
about him now...
Oh.
Uh...
Did you notice if
he'd eaten his supper?
He hadn't the last time looked.
It was about an hour ago.
Don't worry about him, Dulcey.
If he gets hungry, he'll eat.
♪♪
You need nourishment, you know.
You'll get ill if you
don't eat something.
I'll tell you what.
If I take it into the
kitchen and heat it up,
will you promise
to eat just the soup?
Just try the soup.
(gasping)
Don't move.
Don't move or you're
dead, you understand?
Bartender gone home?
Who's out there?
Francis.
Call him.
And not too loud.
Francis.
Francis!
Francis: Yeah?
(whispering) Come
in here a minute.
Come in here a minute.
I'll snap her neck
like a dry twig.
- Don't.
- Unlock the cell.
Come on, move!
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Get down.
Whitey.
Shut up!
♪♪
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll get 'em.
All of 'em.
Every last rotten
lousy one of them.
Crown.
Crown and Tinker.
Good old friendly
boss Arnie Tinker.
Smarter than me.
Now this is the job.
This is the job.
Bury the dynamite...
blow up the stage,
guards and all.
I'm trusting you now to keep
your mouth shut, all of you.
I'll kill him and his brother.
No.
I'll kill his brother first.
(gasping)
I can beat him.
There.
One shot, in the face.
In the big mouth.
You taste it?
You taste the lead?
How do you like it?
Then Tinker.
Uncle Arnie Tinker.
I'll get you.
(sniffling)
I'll kill you.
I'll kill you slow.
Why did you do that to me?
(whimpering)
Shut up!
Shut up!
Well, this ends the day nicely.
He outsmarted you, huh?
Jim, he took Dulcey.
Jim, he'd have
killed her right there.
He'd have broke her
neck if I hadn't let him go.
♪♪
♪♪
(horse whinnying)
All right, you can get down now.
Inside.
There's enough food
and water for today.
I'll bring some more
when I come back.
Where are you going?
I probably won't be
back until after dark.
No point in trying
to go anyplace.
I'm taking your horse some
place where you can't find it.
I'll take your shoes, too.
And when you come back...
then what?
I haven't decided yet.
♪♪
They just plum dropped
out of sight, Marshal.
I want everybody out, freshly
mounted, as soon as can be.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
(gun cocking)
Boss, Whitey's on his way in.
Are you sure?
Yeah, Rosario sent
the message twice.
Is he alone?
- Guess so.
- It's all right.
Tell Rosario to let him through.
I wonder what
he did with that girl
he was supposed
to have made off with.
Why don't you ask
him when he gets here?
Life is full of surprises.
I never thought we'd
see little Whitey again.
♪♪
I hope you haven't come
to make trouble, Whitey.
I've come for some answers, Arn.
The least you can do is quit
playing cards and talk to me.
(gun cocking)
You point that at me and
I'll kill you where you sit.
Beau, put it down.
You're right, boy.
You come a long way to see me
and I owe you an explanation.
I'm listening.
Sit down, son.
No thanks.
It was a matter of logistics.
You know I like to accomplish
things with the least possible risk.
Decoying as many lawman as I
could seemed the best way to me.
As it turned out, I was right.
You could have told
me about the set-up.
No.
No, Crown is much
too smart to be lied to.
He had to be told the
truth, as far as you knew.
Why me?
Everyone has his
weakness, Whitey.
Yours is youth,
which you're
getting over very fast.
How'd you know I'd break down?
It's my business to know people.
Some of the other fellas
might have talked too
under the right
kind of pressure,
but you were the logical choice.
I'm sorry.
You've surprised us, though.
Nobody figured you'd
get away so easily,
including Crown, I'm sure.
And with a prisoner.
(laughing)
I'm proud of you, boy.
Thanks a lot.
Now I've apologized.
I've complimented you.
What else do you want?
My share of what you
took out of Shades Wells.
Done.
Can we shake hands now?
Who put the nail
in my horse's hoof?
Now, you don't want
to know that, Whitey.
Whoever it was
did it on my orders.
What are your plans?
Want to come back with us?
Maybe later, I don't know.
Right now, I'm just going
to take a little time off.
What about the girl?
What about her?
If she's still alive,
I bet we could get $10...
maybe $15,000 for her.
She's kind of a pet
of Crown, you know.
What do you mean "we"?
What did you do to help?
For a little man, you
got an awful big...
(gun cocking)
I'm curious.
What did Crown do to you?
Told me I killed
the freight agent.
Got a carpenter to make noises
like he was building me a coffin.
After a few hours of that, I would
have done anything to save my life.
So I talked.
Well, uh, where was
Crown when you broke out?
Out of town, hiring
some deputies.
It's getting late.
I'm going.
Deputies?
What did he want them for?
I don't know.
Some kind of shipment
going out next week.
Cattle, I guess.
There's a lot of them
rounded up outside of town.
Cattle.
They use cowboys
for that, not deputies.
Must be some other
kind of shipment.
Think, Whitey.
Was there anything else
you might have heard?
This could be very important.
I wasn't listening
too close, Arn.
Except to that carpenter.
I heard the train was
going to New Orleans
without any stops in between.
They got stockyards and a
slaughterhouse there, haven't they?
They also have a
United States mint.
Might account for the deputies.
You were locked up near
that, uh, railroad depot.
Did you get a look at that?
Only the office part where
we held up the freight agent.
What date did he
want the deputies for?
Did you hear
anything about that?
Sometime next week.
Say, Arn, can you
spare me some chow?
Beans, bacon, coffee.
Maybe a little whiskey.
Oh, sure, the
boys'll fix you up.
Tell them I said to.
And I'll have your money
ready for you when you leave.
Right.
I'm proud of you,
boy, I really am.
Thanks.
What was that all about?
I mean, the US mint and
the deputies and the rest of it?
Whitey just told us something
I don't think he realizes.
That git?
Come on, Arn, that kid couldn't
give you a decent lead on anything.
And you know it.
Well, not deliberately, perhaps.
Get somebody to relieve
Rosario, I want to talk to him.
Let's see, he can scout
the railway approaches
on both sides of the Cimarron.
I'll take care of the rest.
Come on, we got work to do.
Hey, wait a minute.
You're going off
half-cocked on a hunch.
Beau, if you want to go
into business for yourself...
do it.
As long as you're part
of this organization,
just remember who runs it.
Right?
♪♪
♪♪
(chuckling)
Oh, they have a
United States mint there!
And it worked.
Every word of it.
"I'm proud of you, I really am."
Oh, you are dead, Tinker.
Dead by the neck.
Come on.
♪♪
♪♪
(horse whinnying)
(crickets chirping)
♪♪
Oh, Whitey, I'm
so glad you're back.
How come?
Well...
I was frightened.
There are rats in here.
Forgot to leave you matches.
(squeaking)
The fire.
It's, uh... very nice.
Uh...
Could I cook you something?
Coffee?
No.
No thank you.
Whitey.
Whitey, please.
What's going to happen to me?
I haven't decided yet.
(coughing)
Dulcey.
What kind of a name is Dulcey?
English.
Come here.
Closer.
More.
You never have been married.
No.
You think you're
gonna marry Crown?
Or that other one,
what's his name?
- The kid?
- Francis.
No.
Why not?
Uh... because...
I've never wanted
to get married before.
And... and I'm...
working the Wayfarer's
Inn and I like being single.
(coughing)
Talk some more.
Uh, what do you want me to say?
Just talk.
Go on.
Well...
my name is Dulcey Coopersmith
and I live here in Cimarron City.
I live here in the
Wayfarer's Inn
and I work at the
Wayfarer's Inn and...
and I like working here and...
and I like...
being single and...
Oh, don't make me talk anymore!
I don't want to talk anymore!
Oh, please, Whitey, don't
make me talk anymore!
Please!
♪♪
Oh!
Oh, Whitey.
Don't.
(crying)
♪♪
♪♪
Francis.
Having some breakfast
here in a minute.
No thanks, I'm
heading right out.
Is the marshal in his office?
No, he left before daylight.
You oughta have
something to eat before you...
No, I said.
♪♪
Whoa!
♪♪
Fabrizio.
Give me the shotgun.
♪♪
You want to talk about her?
Then get rid of
Junior and his gun.
Where is she?
Not yet, Crown.
If you've hurt her, or
you're planning to...
You don't threaten me, Crown.
Not anymore.
You don't do one thing.
Not one thing
unless I tell you to.
Right?
All right.
Fine.
Now that we
understand each other,
I'm going to do you a big favor.
You got any wanted
posters on Arn Tinker?
A few years old.
- Murder?
- Yeah.
He's in there.
Gray suit.
Glasses on his nose.
Come and show me.
Go on.
(gun cocking)
Well, you're mistaken,
Marshal, I assure you.
The name is Burnham, sir.
William Burnham.
Arnold Tinker.
How does it feel... boss?
Big man, Arn Tinker.
I outsmarted you.
Me, Whitey.
The kid.
The one you threw
away like slops to the pigs.
How does it feel?
Come on, Tinker.
Tell me, how?
You are a dead man, Whitey.
You have my word on it.
(laughing)
You finished?
What's your deal?
Him for her.
The day you spring the trap
under him, I turn her loose.
Oh, he's gonna hang.
You can count on that.
But it could be weeks.
Jury, trial.
I want her now.
No.
No, you understand?
No.
The day he dies.
That's it.
Deal?
Deal.
Anybody tries to follow
me, you know what'll happen.
I'll lead you in circles.
She'll be dead
when you get there.
You still proud of me?
Huh?
Whitey.
If you've already killed Dulcey
or do it now or hurt her,
this world isn't gonna be
big enough for you to hide in.
♪♪
♪♪
(sizzling)
(groaning)
Bacon.
Amore.
♪♪
You'll never get out of
here if I don't turn you loose.
You know that, don't you?
You'll hang.
Yes, you may be right.
Get the girl to me...
and I'll turn you loose.
- You mean that?
- You heard it.
You'd let me go free,
ruin your reputation as a
lawman just to get the girl back?
That's remarkable.
Doesn't fit the
picture I had of you.
Where is she?
I can find out.
I'll, uh...
write a letter to my brother and
tell you how to get it delivered.
I'll deliver it.
No.
Rosario will be by here soon
just to check and see
if I'm still in good health.
He'll deliver it for you.
We'll do it my way
or not at all, Marshal.
You'll hang then.
Perhaps.
Then Whitey will bring the
girl back safe and sound.
Perhaps.
♪♪
If this doesn't
work, you're dead.
Trial or no trial.
Always wondered what it
would take to melt you, Crown.
I'd like to meet her.
Write the letter.
♪♪
You should've
seen his face then.
He was sitting at
the desk, asleep.
I sat down right
across from him.
When he woke up, he couldn't
have been more surprised than
if I'd been a ghost
or something.
He started in on me right off.
Or he tried to.
I told him...
I said, "You don't threaten me.
"Not anymore you don't,
Mr. Big Marshal Crown.
You don't do one thing
unless I tell you to."
Then...
what happened then
was something, I tell you.
I said, "Crown...
"I'm gonna do you a big favor.
"You go in there and take a good
look at that man in the gray suit,
"glasses on his nose.
That, my friend, is Arn Tinker."
And it was Tinker.
It was.
He was there
because I set it all up.
He's gonna hang that Tinker.
He's gonna hang high by
the neck for what he did to me.
I'm gonna tell you
something, Dulcey.
I never felt like that before.
It was the best,
very best minute
of my whole life.
Is that all?
I mean... didn't
anything else happen?
Like what?
Well, Jim,
uh, Marshal Crown...
did he let you go because you
helped him catch this Tinker person?
You know better than that.
He let me go
because I've got you.
I see.
I made a deal.
I turn you loose
when Tinker hangs.
Well...
when will that be?
A week, two weeks.
Maybe more.
Well, you're not gonna
starve or anything.
You know that, don't you?
You mentioned that Jim was...
sitting down asleep in a chair.
That's unusual for him.
He was a mess.
Looked like he
hadn't slept for a week.
You're in love with Crown.
- No.
- You are!
No, no, I'm not.
It's just that...
we're friends, that's all.
I just feel very sorry for him.
He's in love with you.
No.
(clanking)
We're leaving here at sundown.
Going west.
And we're getting married.
What about your deal
with Marshal Crown?
I changed my mind.
I'm reneging on it.
Whitey!
I don't love you.
I know you don't love me.
And getting married
isn't going to help us.
Look.
You say you don't love
Crown or anybody else.
Well, I'm not so sure I
know what love means
and you probably don't either.
It's just... just getting
used to somebody,
the way I look at it.
And you and me, we can
get used to each other.
Whitey!
I've got some money, you know.
Plenty.
Buy some land
and some livestock.
I'm willing to give up a pretty
good career to settle down.
I'm good with the land.
You'd be surprised.
I don't mean you
any harm, Dulcey.
That's the truth.
What happened before...
well, I was real mad then.
I'm over that now.
I mean... I got even.
Nothing's burning me
up from inside anymore.
You know what I mean?
Like you said to me once,
we're both pretty young.
Got 40 or 50 more years.
I figure we'll spend
them together.
♪♪
Whitey.
I've never had a fellow
ask me to marry him before.
You're the first one.
But...
I think every girl should be given
the chance to make up her mind.
Well.
That's when there's
plenty of time.
We just don't have it.
We gotta be out of
here by tonight, Dulcey.
Don't you worry.
We're doing the right thing.
I know we are.
(yawning)
I'm tired.
I don't know how long it's
been since I got any sleep.
Lot's been going on.
Well, why don't you rest
for awhile while you can
because it won't
be dark for hours.
You're right.
Put your hands
behind you, Dulcey.
Oh no, I won't escape.
You might be tempted.
Just might.
I know I couldn't sleep
worrying about that.
♪♪
There's a box canyon up there.
I bet that's where the
Tinker Gang is holed up.
Come on, let's go.
♪♪
Gonna follow him all the
way, just the two of us?
No, they're too smart for that.
They'll post lookouts.
We'll pick a spot where
we can see who comes out.
When Beau Tinker finds out
his brother's been locked up,
we'll see some
action pretty quick.
♪♪
♪♪
You sure he's in jail?
I saw him there myself.
Crown is walking
around in his sleep.
He's walking around in circles.
Be very easy for us
to go into Cimarron,
shoot up the town pretty
good and pull Arnie out.
Yes, and that might be just
exactly what Crown wants us to do.
Hey, Ramey!
Anybody?
Nothing.
You know, your trusting
me is very comforting.
Well, I'm not
taking any chances.
To help your brother
either, obviously, huh?
Blasting him out's no good.
But if we just knew
where Whitey took that girl,
we could do something.
If we could just find her.
That could be arranged.
- Marshal.
- Huh?
Two riders.
All we can do is trail them,
whoever they are, and hope.
Come on.
♪♪
♪♪
Well, now is this the best
love nest you could find?
What do you want?
Her.
We're gonna trade
her for my brother.
Even up.
What are you talking about?
It is true.
Show him the letter.
Rosario, go out there and
bring up the horses, will you?
Oh no.
You do it.
I'm very tired.
I'll watch them.
All right.
Now you've got a choice, kid.
(gun cocking)
You can stay alive and
work for me or die right now.
You wanna kill Dulcey.
So they'll be sure
and hang your brother.
You want him dead, too.
That's right.
Now just step aside.
First man I ever killed.
Whitey, that was the bravest
thing I've ever seen in my whole life.
♪♪
Whitey?
Whitey?
It don't hurt bad.
I'm glad.
It's probably the shock
that makes you so weak.
I'll take care of you.
Will you?
Of course I will.
Probably won't be able
to do much for a few days.
♪♪
Dulcey.
I wouldn't blame you
if you just rode off.
Especially after the
way I treated you.
You know, when I
started that rough stuff...
I'm sorry.
You don't know how sorry.
I forgive you,
Whitey, really, I do.
I don't know
anything about girls.
Nothing.
Thought the
whiskey'd help, but...
it just made me sick.
I'm glad it did.
I don't know about love either.
Least...
not before you, Dulcey.
Listen.
We can start over again,
you and me, can't we?
I mean, like we
were a man and a girl
who just met each other.
Couldn't we do that, Dulcey?
Of course we can.
You know...
I don't feel small anymore.
First person in the world
who made me forget I'm small.
You're not small, Whitey.
You're as big as any man I know.
Dulcey.
What you said about
making up your mind,
about marrying me.
I want to.
I really do.
Will you...
will you have to think
about it or a long time?
I need you, Dulcey.
I love you.
I won't have to
think about it, Whitey.
I'll marry you.
♪♪
(gun cocking)
♪♪
(gun cocking)
(gunshot firing)
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
MacGregor: Jim!
Jim!
It's your trusty right
arm back home again.
Morning, MacGregor.
Ah, lass.
I might have known
you'd be the only one up
to greet the weary traveler.
Jim and Francis are very tired.
Aye, and no wonder.
What a monumental brawl.
Oh, no, nothing like that.
Ah, 'tis always the way.
The peasant labors while
the lords of the manor carouse.
Oh, MacGregor, you
know better than that.
Dulcey, girl, you've no idea.
The trials and tribulations
of this last week
that age you beyond your years.
"A simple task,"
the marshal said.
"Depositions."
Mere words.
But to collect those
words, aye, there's the rub.
Oh, what a time I've had.
How I've suffered.
Oh, did you have any trouble?
Trouble?
The first man I spoke to,
you think he'd
cooperate with the law?
No.
He set his dog on me.
I was fortunate.
Only my trousers were torn.
Oh, what a shame.
Then the stagecoach
driver, he swore on the Bible.
He swore on the Bible
that I was one of the
outlaws that held him up.
I was in jail for
two whole days.
Oh, that's awful.
Aye, and to say nothing of
the feeble-minded character
who took a shot at me.
Missed, fortunately.
But frightened my
horse into running away
and I had to walk 10
miles back to the town.
My feet are still
telling me about that.
You really must have
had an awful time.
Well.
Storm and strife.
The MacGregors,
they know their duty...
and they never shirk.
Anyway, enough of my doings.
Anything happened around here?
♪♪
Uh...
well, I, uh, had a few days off.
I rested.
Good, lass, you needed it.
We're awful glad you're back.
We missed you a
whole bunch, Biscuit.
Uh, well, so I noticed.
♪♪
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