Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 12, Episode 4 - The Mission - full transcript

Matt travels to Mexico to pick up an outlaw (Jim Davis) wanted for murder in Kansas. The outlaw is truly a nasty piece of work, which makes him good company for two drifters (Steve Ihnat, Warren Oates) who bushwhack Matt and steal his identity papers and the extradition warrant. After "arresting" the outlaw leader, the two men form a gang with him. The three killers are soon joined by a fourth, Reb (Bob Random), the son of a Confederate colonel who fled to Mexico rather than acknowledge the war was over. Matt soon meets the colonel, who apologizes for his son's helping steal from Matt but refuses help of any other kind to a Yankee. The sergeant who was the colonel's aide and is now his ranch foreman is more sympathetic, but refuses to abandon his boss. Meanwhile, Reb is caught up in a robbery and murder spree led by the other three outlaws, who knock over a small-town bank and kill numerous citizens. A deputy sheriff who survived the massacre (thanks to Reb firing at him and intentionally missing) joins Matt on the deadly hunt, which climaxes at the colonel's house when Reb and the first outlaw hide out in the barn. Every major character except Matt and the sergeant gets killed, along with numerous extras.

(dramatic theme music playing)

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(both guns fire)

ANNOUNCER: starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

(birds chirping)

♪♪

(hoofbeats approaching)

(hoofbeats approaching)

Hey, there!

DILLON: Howdy.

All of a sudden them
banditos didn't like the odds.



You came along at
a good time. Thanks.

They call me Reb Jessup.

Matt Dillon.

Where you headed, Dillon?

Well, I'm headed for Monterrey.

Well, that's a far piece.

That's what they tell me.

Ain't the friendliest country
tween here and there...

More of them banditos, maybe
even some renegade Apaches.

Well, I'll have to
keep my eyes open.

I'd ride along with you, except
I'm cuttin' east for Santa Rosa.

You want a detour, you can get
a nice hot meal, some good wine,

and maybe even a
soft bed for the night,

- if you got a mind to.
- Well, much obliged to you



for the offer, but I, uh... I
think I better be pushin' on.

Well, all right. Suit
yourself, mister.

I... Me, I like the
creature comforts.

I'm getting a little anxious
to catch up with them, too,

so I think I'll light out.

Be seeing you.

Yeah. Well, keep your
eye open for trouble.

There's plenty
of it around here.

(theme music playing)

MAN: ♪ ...bad man all my life ♪

♪ No home and no
friends and no wife ♪

♪ And in my time, I've had
my share of boo-hoo-hooin'... ♪

(chuckles)

♪ And in my time, I've
killed a man or two ♪

♪ When I was at the
tender age of three ♪

♪ My daddy, he
took me on a spree ♪

♪ Fat Mary set me on
the bar-har-har-har-har ♪

(whooping)

Yee-haw! (laughing)

You done waste all but
the wine there, Reb, boy!

Why, you settle down, boy!

(Reb laughing)

Settle down, nothin'!

I got me a real thirst, fellas!

Bill! I want that!

Hang onto your bottle, Lafe,
the kid here is goin' on a spree.

- Yeah.
- You bet I am! (chuckles)

(grunts)

The old man didn't believe me,

but I'll show him I
meant it this time.

Oh, you're really
gonna do it, huh, Reb?

You're really gonna
go with us this time?

Well, I said I'd be here,
didn't I? And here I am!

- (laughs)
- Yeah, here you are.

I'll, uh, drink to that.

(glass clinks)

So you're really
deserting, huh, soldier?

No, sir.

My enlistment's over.

The war's been over ten years,

and this old man
still won't admit it.

(chuckles)

- (guitar playing)
- (chuckles)

Is that true he's still
fighting them Yankees?

(laughing)

Yeah, he would, if he
could find any down here.

(laughs)

Well, when are we leavin'?

Tomorrow morning.

I figure we'll head on
down toward Lucinta.

Lucinta? That's a
fair-sized town, Ashe?

I didn't say we pull
nothin' there, Lafe.

We'll just head down that
direction, see what comes up.

We might get jobs
closer to Mexico City.

(chuckles)

Jobs?

Did you say "jobs," boy?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Look, suppose nothing
easy comes along right away.

- We got to eat.
- Hear that, Lafe?

Nothing easy comes
along, we got to eat,

we can always go to work.

(laughing)

Okay, never mind.

Well, maybe we
can dig a few ditches.

I said never mind.

♪ I ain't gonna dig no ditches ♪

♪ In the mornin' ♪

♪ And I ain't gonna
dig no ditches at night ♪

♪ I'd rather be in a barroom ♪

♪ Gettin' in a great big fight ♪

- ♪ Oh! ♪
- Shut up!

♪ I'd rather be in a barroom ♪

Shut up!

- ♪ Gettin' a great big fight ♪
- (laughing)

What's the matter, boy?

Don't you want to
take no more chances?

What's that supposed
to mean, huh?

I sees hows you like to
shoot them bottles and all.

How do you feel about sticking
a pistol in a man's stomach?

How do you feel about that?

Well, you want me to
show you right now, huh?

(chuckles)

You don't want to try me, son.

Yeah? Why not?

Oh, come on,
now. Don't get sore.

He's just saying you got to be
willing to take a few chances.

- I know that.
- You got to be ready

to fight anytime, anywhere.

Look, I never run
from trouble in my life.

Just-just today, on my way here,

I seen a fella being faced
by two banditos, huh?

I could've rode on,
right? Well, I didn't.

- Huh?
- Two banditos?

Yeah, yeah.

The guy I helped had
a... had an extra horse

and a packhorse, too.

Them banditos were sure
admiring that horseflesh.

Well, I can't say
as I blame 'em.

Horseflesh brings a pretty
good price down here.

So?

Well, now, if one of us
was you, we'd have...

held off and let
'em fight it out.

Then shoot whoever's
left and take the goods.

Well...

sure.

That's what we been
trying to tell you, boy.

No, you got to change
your way of thinkin',

you want to ride with us.

This is a hard country.

Now, you want to make it pay,

well, you got to be twice
as hard as the next man.

You savvy?

- Yeah, I savvy.
- Huh? (chuckles)

Come on, down it, now.

(chuckling)

Yes, sir, Reb.

We gonna be all right.

He's gonna be all right, Ashe.

He's gonna be all right.

(laughing)

Come on.

♪♪

Buenos días, señor.

Howdy.

(plucking notes)

You better give her up, Reb.

All I need is practice.

Yep. Lots of it.

- ASHE: Hey, boy.
- I'll get the hang of it.

Never mind that.
Come here quick.

(plucks notes)

What is it?

Ain't that the fella you
was telling us about?

Yeah.

That's funny. He said he
wasn't coming this way.

Good-looking outfit he's got.

Yeah, it's like I told you.

Looks, uh, trail-wore to me.

Well, I reckon he is.

(strums guitar)

Why don't you go
offer to buy him a drink?

(scoffs) What for?

Might be interesting to
see what's in that pack.

Hey...

Come on, boy, you
said you wasn't afraid.

Now's when we find out.

(chuckles)

All right.

I'll bring him.

Well, Lafe, looks like we
got a little do goin' for us.

Well, if we don't,

we can always
get ourselves a job.

(laughter)

- No comprendo, señor. No
comprendo.-REB: Hey there!

I thought you was
headed another way.

Well, I was, but, uh, my
horse here threw a shoe.

I was trying to get
him to understand

- that I-I want to get it fixed.
- Oh.

La herradura. ¿Cuánto
tiempo se estará?

Oh. Una hora, más o menos.

He says about an
hour, more or less.

Oh. Well, that's fine.

That'll give you time
to come on over there

and have something to
eat, maybe a drink, huh?

Sounds good.

Esperamos en la cantina.

Bueno, señor. Muchas gracias.

- I told him where we're going.
- Thank you.

- You speak pretty good Spanish.
- I should.

- Lived here since I was 12.
- In this town?

No, no, a few miles west.

I come here a lot, though.

- Oh.
- (guitar playing)

Dos cervezas.

No, sir. This one's on me.

It seems like the least
I owe you is one beer.

Well, not today.

Today's sort of a
celebration for me.

That so?

Yep. I'm cutting loose
from the apron strings.

Well, good luck.

Heading down to Lucinta with
a couple of good friends of mine.

- That so?
- I'll introduce you.

Ashe, Lafe, come here.

Uh, this is Ashe. This is Lafe.

Mister, uh, Dillon, right?

- That's right. How do?
- Howdy. -Hi.

Uh, where you
headed, Mr. Dillon?

Oh, just south.

Monterrey.

That's what you said, wasn't it?

DILLON: That's right, yeah.

Stranger around here, I guess.

Oh, I've been through
a couple of times.

Well, now, how 'bout that?

Uh, me and the boys
here, we're just, uh...

Our first trip. We just
come down from Texas,

just a few months back.

Ashe, I told him I lived
here since I was 12.

(Ashe and Lafe laugh)

Well, that kind of...

makes me look
like a liar, don't it?

(chuckles)

Well, your business is your
own, as far as I'm concerned.

Yeah, well, truth is, uh,

Lafe and me here, we just
come down here to live easy.

You know what I mean.

L-Lie a little, steal a little.

But just a little, mind you.

And, uh, ah, from
the Mex, of course.

Well, thanks, son.

Thanks for the beer and,
uh, thanks for your help.

(grunting)

(inhales, sighs)

(Ashe coughing)

Is he dead?

Who cares?

Well, he ain't gonna
be needing them horses.

Come on, boy.
Let's get out of here.

Hey, you lot! ¡Vámanos!

No, Lafe. Reb, you take
them horses. Come on.

- (man shouting in Spanish)
- (horse neighs)

ASHE: Come on, Reb!
Don't just stand there!

Hurry up!

Let's go, Lafe.

(men yelling in Spanish)

(speaking quietly in Spanish)

Flour, coffee,

pots, pans...

(sighs) Well, keep lookin'.
There might be something else.

Yeah.

What's the matter
there, Reb, boy?

You gettin' second
thoughts, are you?

It's kind of late for that.

(chuckles)

Son, that's a rock-bottom
fact if there ever was one.

(Ashe laughing)

What you got there,
Ashe? (chuckles)

Huh?

Guess who that fella
was back in Santa Rosa.

- (laughs)
- Who?

A United States
marshal, that's who.

- What?
- LAFE: A U.S. marshal?

(laughs) Well, I'll be hanged.

- (chuckles)
- Maybe you will,

but not till they
catch us, anyway.

Well, there's sure
no going back now.

Well, what's to go
back for, Reb, boy?

You said you always wanted
to shake your daddy's loop.

Well, now it's shook.

ASHE: This guy's name is
Dillon, okay, from Dodge City.

This is a letter to
a Colonel Romero.

Telling him to
release his prisoner.

Somebody named James Basset.

James Basset? I know who he is.

He's from Texas.

Oh, he's a hard case!

You mean that marshal was
going all the way to Monterrey

to pick up a prisoner?

I reckon he was.

"This will introduce
Marshal Matt Dillon..."

"Introduce"?

Must be this colonel don't
know Marshal Matt Dillon.

- (Lafe chuckles)
- Give me that.

Well, I don't think he's gonna
get a chance to meet him.

Is he? (chuckles)

Oh, don't be so sure
about that, now, Lafe.

No, sir.

Wouldn't be too sure about that.

(Lafe and Ashe laughing)

♪♪

Well, Sergeant?

We've seen men live through
worse than this, Colonel.

He'll be all right.

We're lucky.

Whoever did this came
within an inch of killing him.

It was not my son.

No, sir, I don't figure
it was Reb who...

But you heard what they said.

He was with them.

He and his friends
stole this man's horses.

There had to be a reason.

Reb wouldn't...

When he comes home,
he'll give us a full explanation.

What is it?

He's not coming home.

What?

What are you talking about?

He's gone.

He's been building up
to this for a long time.

Gone?

He's gone for good.

You should have stopped him.

Colonel, Reb's no child anymore.

Why, for me to stop him, I
would have had to kill him.

But why?

Why would he take up with
men who'd do a thing like this?

Maybe it's because
he had nothing else

to interest him here.

Nothing else?!

After all we taught him?

Colonel, the war never
meant to him what it did to us.

He doesn't have our memories.

Well, he had pride.

We gave him pride! In that flag!

In our cause!

We tried.

But he never felt
about it like we did.

Now, maybe we never had
the right to expect that he could.

He's been in there a long time.

I know he's been
in there a long time.

Well, suppose
something went wrong.

Well, just shut up. Shut up.

What if it was? Ain't
nothin' we can do about it.

He said to wait here, and
that's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna wait.

Mm-hmm. Your papers
are in order, Marshal Dillon.

I have sent for the prisoner.

Well, thank you, Colonel.

I am sorry you cannot
spend with us a few days,

but I understand
how eager you are

to take this man
to your country.

The sooner, the better, Colonel.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I will write you a pass
explaining who you are

and why you have
this man prisoner.

If you should meet any
of our troops on the way,

this grants you safe passage.

Ah! Appreciate that.

(knocking)

ROMERO: Adelante.

Señor Basset,

I believe you have
met Marshal Dillon.

We've met before.

Yeah, once or twice.

By the way, Marshal,

how is my friend Judge Cain?

Oh, he's in fine
health, Colonel.

Good, good.

Have you worked with
the judge for a long time?

Oh, yeah. I've been a...
marshal for about five years now.

That long?

In Dodge City?

Oh, sure, in Dodge City.

¡Caramba!

Forgive me, but even down here,

we get some wild
stories about Dodge City.

You know, in my opinion,

you earn every centavo
of your pay, Marshal.

It gets rough
sometimes, Colonel.

(chuckles) Bueno.

Good-bye and good luck.

And watch him.

He has boasted to
me he will kill you.

Well, he may try.

Thanks again, Colonel.

Let's go, Basset.

Adios.

They too tight?

All right for now.

Where's Dillon?

Where you'd be
if it weren't for me.

You take that one.

Hah.

Gracias, Lupe.

(grunts)

(groans)

Take it easy, friend.

That's a pretty ugly
gash you've got up there.

Remember how you got it?

Where am I?

You're in Colonel
Amos Jessup's house.

Jessup?

That's right.

Does he have a-a son named Reb?

We're kind of hopin'
you wouldn't know that.

"We"?

The colonel and me.
Uh, my name's Macklin.

Where's the boy?

We don't know.

Macklin, I'm a United
States marshal.

The name's Matt Dillon.
And my badge, my papers...

Everything's in my saddlebags.

- A marshal?
- That's right.

From Dodge City, Kansas.

You're a long way from home.

I'm down here to
pick up a prisoner

from the Mexican
government. (grunts)

A man named Jim Basset.

You were in the War
Between the States

and you fought against
the Confederacy?

Well, yes. What's
that got to do with it?

AMOS: Well, I'm glad to see

that you are back in
the land of the living, sir.

- Uh, Colonel, uh, - Yeah.

This is Matt Dillon.

He knows that Reb was one
of the men who attacked him.

Mr. Dillon, I regret very
much your being in my house

under-under these circumstances.

I cannot condone
my son's actions,

but I feel that there must
have been some provocation.

Well, I hate to have
to tell you this, Colonel,

but I-I think your boy
was in with bad company.

Appears to me they were
after my horses and my gear.

Well, I find that very
hard to believe, sir.

My resources are
most limited, but...

I would like to make
whatever restitution I can.

I'd sure appreciate a
horse and a gun, sir.

Well, the horse can
be arranged, but, uh,

I cannot give you a gun.

I have only one son.

I don't want him shot.

I'm not interested
in your son, Colonel.

That's a matter for
the Mexican authorities.

Besides, I don't have
any jurisdiction down here.

Jurisdiction?

Yes, I'm a United
States marshal.

- A United States marshal?
- Yes, sir.

My only interest down
here is to pick up a man

that's wanted for murder.

I give neither aid nor
comfort to the enemy, sir.

Suddenly, my son's actions
take on an entirely new light.

Sergeant, you keep this
man under surveillance

until we decide what's
to be done with him.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

Marshal, give me
some more of that wine.

It'll never be said I don't
treat my prisoners first-rate.

- That's right.
- Much obliged.

- (chuckles)
- (sighs)

(Lafe chuckles)

What's eating on
you there, Reb, boy?

Oh, nothin'.

Nothing a little
wine won't cure.

(chuckles)

(chuckling)

It's just like shooting
bottles, ain't it, son?

Ain't much sense to it.

Well, come on, now!
It makes less sense

him arguing about giving
us a bit of grub, don't it?

- Oh, yeah.
- Huh? (chuckles)

How come, Marshal?

How come what?

You boys took quite a
chance back there in Monterrey.

Well, we couldn't see the
likes of you sitting in a Mex jail.

That's right.

We know of you from Texas, Jim.

We was, uh, thinking
about talking with you.

What kind of talking
did you have in mind?

Well, we was, uh, thinking

maybe you and us could join up.

That's right.

You've had more
doings than we have.

We was a-hopin'
to throw in with you.

That is, if you's a mind to.

Your quiet friend over
there don't look like

he's ever done much of anything.

I can learn quick enough.

That's all it takes,
boy... Just being willing.

Yeah, well, I figure
on doing better

than a broken-down lean-to
and some rotten jerky meat.

I've known better myself, boy.

Marshal,

that paper Romero gave you.

What about it?

Let's see it.

(clears throat)

(sniffs)

"Safe conduct for
bearer and his prisoners."

Well, now, that, uh...

that just might
work out right nice.

Better mount up.
We got work to do.

- (whoops, laughs)
- Yeah!

Come on!

(hissing)

♪♪

- Now, look, Jessup...
- You make another move like that,

and I'll pull this trigger

without the slightest
compunction!

You are interfering
with an officer

of the United States government!

I have not seen
your authority, sir,

nor would I recognize it any
more than I do your country.

Jessup, the war's over.

But not resolved, sir.

When I followed General
Shelby down here,

it was in defense of a cause!

Shelby went home years ago.

And others of us have died.

But a just cause
does not cease to exist

merely because its
followers dwindle in number.

(door opens)

The horses are ready, sir.

Very good, Sergeant.

You have your orders.

You're to escort the
prisoner to the border.

If he makes any attempt
to escape, he's to be shot.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Dillon.

Jessup, you're not
gonna make any mention

to the Mexican authorities

that your son and his friends
attacked a United States marshal

and stole his horses?

The theft of your
livestock is unpardonable,

but I'm convinced that
my son's attack on you...

Ill-conceived though
it may have been...

Was the act of a patriot.

You don't believe that
any more than I do.

Take him out of here, Sergeant.

Let's go.

(door shuts)

What's the holdup?

Don't mind if I have
a drink, do you?

Well, drink if you want to.

Just, uh, keep your
hands off those reins.

You, uh... you really planning
to go through with this?

What do you mean?

Well, planning to try and get me

all the way back to the bord...

You had enough water?

Look, Macklin, you know that
that man is mad, don't you?

Look, mister...

if you ever plan
to see that border,

you'd best mind your tongue.

That old man back there has
got more pride and courage

- than both of us put together.
- I'll give you that.

You don't have to
give me anything.

I know him better than
anybody in this world,

including his own son.

Better than half a lifetime.

I knowed him before
Appomattox, even before Sumter.

Back to when he took a
Comanche war lance for me.

If you think that much of him,
why don't you take him back home

where he belongs
for his old age,

instead of leaving him
down here to rot in Mexico,

for a cause that was
defeated ten years ago?

Because the colonel couldn't
live in that kind of defeat.

The South may have lost
the war, but the colonel...

he never lost a battle.

What about you? You've
given up your life for him?

Is that it?

He is my life.

If I were you, I
wouldn't forget that.

Now, look here,
Dillon, I'm sorry,

but if the colonel
says you got to go back

to where you come
from... All the way back...

That's where you're going.

Now move on.

Let's go, Marshal.

Just mount up, Marshal.

(neighing)

(grunting)

All right, take
off the gun belt.

I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to take your horse.

I'll leave you some water.

Thanks.

I'll, uh...

I'll leave that rifle up
on top of the hill for you.

Wonder if that colonel knows
what a good friend he's got.

(pigs snorting)

(chickens clucking)

Buenos días.

Buenos días, señores.

Uh, tell him we're
American, uh, peace officers

and, uh, he's our prisoner.

Este hombre es prisonero

y nosotros somos
officiales americanos.

SOLDIER: ¿Y qué quieren
ustedes aquí en Lucinta pues?

He wants to know
what we're doing here.

Ask him how many
soldiers are stationed here

to keep the peace.

¿Cuántos soldados
hay en el pueblo?

Hay cuatro soldados
y mi capitán.

Just four and the captain.

Well, tell him we want
to talk to the captain.

Permítame hablar con
el capitán, por favor.

Es importante.

Está bien.

(speaking Spanish)

When the captain gets here,

uh, you tell him we
want to put our prisoner

in his jail for safekeeping

till we get something to eat.

I'll tell him.

I sure hope he believes me.

Oh, he will.

Especially when I
show him this here letter

from Colonel Romero.

Powerful man, that
Colonel Romero.

Impossible. It cannot be.

Look, Colonel, I
haven't got time

to stand here and
argue with you.

All I can tell you
is that the letter

for Basset's release, along with
my badge, was stolen from me.

Then how did it happen
that Basset himself

recognized Marshal Dillon?

I can't explain that.

All I can tell
you is he's loose.

(sighs)

I have only your word
to back that claim.

All right, now, Colonel, look,
how could I possibly have known

the contents of that
letter from Judge Cain

if it hadn't originally
belonged to me?

Very well, señor.

Perhaps you are
telling the truth.

But there was no way I
could possibly have known

- that those men...
- Colonel, I'm not blaming you.

I'm just saying we've got
to get him back right away.

No. I'm sorry.

If you're asking for help,

I cannot give it.

This is a small garrison here.

As it is, I haven't got
enough men to patrol

my own district properly...
Bandidos, Apaches,

even gunrunners
from your country.

No, señor, I'm sorry.

Finding Basset,
if he can be found,

is your problem.

Oh, Colonel, did you ever
hear of a town called Lucinta?

Lucinta?

Sí, we have a
garrison there, too.

Where is that from here?

Almost due east.

Thank you.

Uh, Marshal...

I will give you a letter to the
commander of the garrison there.

He's a good friend of mine.

Uh, perhaps he can
be of help to you, huh?

I'd sure appreciate it.

(indistinct
conversation in Spanish)

All right, get down
off that horse.

Now get over there.

Sí. Esta cárcel está bien.

Está bien.

Esta cárcel está
bien, hecha fuerte.

Mis soldados
encargarán el prisonero.

What did he say?

He says it's all right.
He'll take care of him.

Gracias.
That's-that's real nice.

Uh, ask him if all his
men are in here now.

¿Están todos los soldados aquí?

No, tengo un hombre
montado a caballo en patrulla.

Uh, all but one. He's on patrol.

Ah.

Well, what do you think, Jim?

We, uh, can't wait
for him, can we?

No, we're gonna
make our play now.

(shouting, screaming)

- (gunfire continues)
- (villagers shouting)

Tell that one to open the
safe and do it quick, Reb.

¡Ábrelo, pronto!

Come on.

(villagers screaming)

(clamoring)

ASHE: Finish him off, Reb!

Come on, Reb!
Let's get out of here!

Hah!

Ho! Hyah!

- (priest praying in Spanish)
- (women crying)

SOLDIER: Hold it!

What's happened here?

What do you want in Lucinta?

And I'm looking for three
men, probably four by now.

¿Norteamericanos?

That's right.

These men you talk about,

are they your friends?

No, they're not. I'm a
United States marshal.

I'm after these men.

One of 'em's wanted for murder.

They are all wanted
for murder, señor.

(panting)

Do you have any proofs
of what you say you are?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry, señor.

These men you are seeking,
they-they robbed our bank.

They killed my captain.

Three of my friends.

How long ago was this?

Two hours ago.

Are you going after them?

What's the nearest
town to the south?

- Zavala.
- And how far is that?

A long day's ride.

If you wait, I will
get my horse.

Uh, what about
your shoulder there?

Señor...

these were my friends.

I will be with you
when you reach Zavala.

- (guitar playing lively melody)
- (rhythmic clapping)

(whooping)

- Come on, Lafe, boy! Kiss her!
- (laughing)

- I'm in love.
- (raucous laughter)

I'm in love. I'm in love!

Hey, come on,
Reb, boy, drink up.

- It'll teach you how to live.
- Hey, Reb, don't sit there

like a knot on a log!
You got more money

than you ever had in your life!

Now wise up!

- Sure.
- If it'd been any easier,

I'd have been afraid
to take that money!

- Hey, Jim, Jim, Jim.
- Yeah.

Boy, you sure know
how to set 'em up.

- I want to tell you that.
- Oh, you two boys did real fine.

But old Reb there, he
was kind of backwards.

Well, at least he
didn't run, Jim.

He's a little green. You
got to give him a little time!

I got the feeling his
heart ain't in it, right, boy?

(Jim chuckles)

If you're unhappy, Reb, you
can walk whenever you want to.

Not back to his
daddy! That ain't likely!

So what happens now?

I'll tell you what we're
gonna do. We're...

Come over here. We're gonna
get good and drunk tonight

and then we're gonna
head for Mexico City.

- Mexico City?
- That's right.

There's a lot of places
we can hit between there.

And time we get there,
we'll have plenty of money.

And I'll show you boys
how to really live it up.

- That sounds real good, Jim.
- Yahoo!

Hey, Reb,

meantime, get over there

and get us another bottle.

Ask that bartender if
he's got any more women.

LAFE: Come on, son.

- Huh?
- Come on, Reb! Get some life into you!

(chuckles) Hey, you.

- (mimicking guitar)
- (playing guitar)

Maybe you better stay here.

I'll take the back.

All right.

(guitar music continuing)

♪♪

Hold it.

(women screaming)

(shouting)

(gunshot)

Reb!

(gunfire continues)

Come here!

Dillon!

I'm going!

You're gonna behave.

(soldier coughs)

Take it easy now.

- How many did we get?
- Just two.

Are you going after the rest?

- Yeah, I'll go after 'em.
- You must hurry, señor.

My friends will take care of me.

No, I'll stay here.

In no hurry. I know
just where they're going.

You just... you just rest easy.

♪♪

(strained): Basset. Basset!

(grunts) Wait a minute! Basset!

Let's give up.

Not while I'm still
breathing, boy.

- We'll never make it.
- We'll make it.

Your daddy will be grateful.
Now hang on and let's go.

Come on!

♪♪

All right, where's the boy?

Look, I've been riding
over half of Sonora.

I'm tired and not in
any mood to argue.

I want to know where the boy is

and the man that
brought him here.

What makes you
think they're here?

Because I know
Basset. Where is he?

AMOS: Sergeant...

Get out of my house.

Where's Basset?

He's not here.

My son is dying.

REB: Marshal.

I didn't want to kill you.

The soldier...

I didn't kill him.

I fired into the ground.

I know, Reb.

He told me.

Now, Basset came
here with you, didn't he?

Yeah, he... he came to hide.

Thought my-my father would...

hide him if he helped me.

Where is he?

Reb.

Pa, he's a killer.

He's just using us.

He's in the stables.

Marshal...

I only wanted to get away.

Thanks, Reb.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

♪♪

(gunfire)

Dillon, you made a mistake
coming down here to get me.

Throw that gun down!

BASSET: Not likely.

All I hear is that...

you're not gonna get
any help around this place.

Don't be a fool, Basset.

Throw that gun down
and come out of there!

Never figured I'd
get this chance again.

Stop!

There's been enough bloodshed!

My son is dead.

Drop that gun.

Not a chance, old man! I
ain't one of your Johnny Rebs!

I ordered you to put that...

- (gunfire)
- (horse whinnying)

(weakly): Sergeant...

Right here, sir.

Brave, brave men, all of you.

Lowered the bars and stars

'cause we were
without a country.

It's your command...

now... Sergeant.

My command.

I'm the only one left.

No, you're not, Sergeant.

You've still got a country.

♪♪

♪♪

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