Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 19 - Incident of Judgment Day - full transcript

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪



♪ Be waiting at the end
of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on,
head 'em up, Rawhide! ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

(guitar playing
"Long, Long Ago")

Charlie?

Uh, play something else,
will you?

(continues playing
"Long, Long Ago")

I asked you to play
something else.



Sure, Spencer, sure.

(playing lively song)

He sure don't talk much.

Eh, he talks when he needs to.

Oh, you know what we mean, Wish.

Don't claim a man
should jaw your ear off,

but, you know, he said right now

more than he's said
since he joined the drive.

Then it all evens up--
he don't say much,

-and some people say too much.
-(chuckles)

MAN:
Well, now, ain't this peaceful.

And here I heard
that you cow-pushers

was real high-country bears.

Cold-stompin', wide-swingin'.

You all look more like them cows
you got bedded down yonder.

Something, uh,
we can do for you?

Sure do, mister.

Vittles first,
fresh horse second.

Food we got;
horses we ain't got to spare.

But, mister,
my animal's all played out.

Uh, yeah, so I see.

You the trail boss?

Gil Favor.

My name's Talbot.

Little Sam Talbot?

Yeah? So?

You mean you ain't
never heard of me?

Why, no, I can't say
I've had that pleasure.

Well, if that don't beat
the squirrel on the back.

Why, me and my brother,
Big Sam,

why, we own just about
everything else there is

in this part of the country.

So if you're worried
about getting paid...

Like I said, we ain't
got no horses for sale.

Now, vittles,
you can have all you want.

Best I could do for a remount,
uh, could make you a swap loan.

Take it or leave it.

(chuckles quietly)

Well, like my brother says,

a one-legged horned toad
don't do much hoppin'.

You got a deal.

Crooked Hat's just
a little ways up the line.

I can come back tomorrow
for my own mount.

Hey Soos, uh, change his saddle
to one of the remounts.

Uh, Wish?

Fix some stew for the guest.

(guitar playing gentle song)

Step it up, Cookie--
I got a hole in my middle

big enough for a full-growed
steer, horns and all.

You call me Cookie
one more time, boy,

and you're gonna get
those horns, points and all.

Get your own coffee.

MAN:
Hey, tell me something.

You always ride
a horse that hard?

Only when I'm in a hurry.

Had a little bit of trouble
up in Hyde County.

Billy Joe Tanner
threw down on me.

I had to bust him.
(chuckles)

Figured I'd better
put a little time

between me and the marshal
up there.

I take it you're, uh,
pretty fast with that there gun.

Not pretty fast, trail boss.

Greasy-pig fast.

Ain't nobody kickin'
can break leather faster

than Little Sam Talbot.

Well, now, is that a fact?

You say that like
you've got to see to believe.

Oh, no, not me.

Lord, anybody what's fast enough
to take, uh, Billy Joe Tanner,

that's too much horse for me.

(chuckles quietly)

Yes, sir, another year or two,
I'll have me a reputation

that'll bust the lid
right off this territory.

Well, now what do we got here?

.44-caliber nickel plate.

We don't see many of them
hereabouts.

Where I come from,

a man wants to look
at another man's gun,

he asks permission first.

Put it back.

Same size...

same build...

same gun.

It fits.

It surely does fit.

(chuckles)
Yes? What fits?

Story goes, there's only one man
uses a gun like this.

A big gunfighter
with a big reputation.

So?

I saw a dodger on him once.

Except for the moustache
he wore,

you and him could be twins.

This gunfighter, who is he?

Jack Jennings.

(chuckles)

You been in the saddle
too long, boy.

Jennings was killed last year.

Yeah, that's what they said.

The great Jack Jennings
gunned down

by a six-bit card slick.

Myself, I never did believe
that story.

I said it once,
I'll say it one more time.

Put it back.

My name's Spencer.

TALBOT: Words I can get out
of a dictionary,

but there's only one way

that you can prove
what your name is, mister.

Only one way.

Aw, forget it, Talbot.

'Tain't no sense
in killing a man

just to get the right name
on his marker.

'Sides, he says
his name is Spencer.

That ought to be good enough

no matter what kind
of a gun he packs.

Anyway, you're due to go out

and relieve Jenkins
on night hawk.

Yeah.

Jennings!

(whistles)
Oh, he needs a doctor and fast.

You had to try.

Just had to try.

I'm sorry, Gil.

Wasn't anything else I could do.

I know, Spence.
Get our horses, will ya?

As far as I'm concerned,
his name's still Spencer.

We'll let it go at that.

What about the law?

It's open-and-shut self-defense.

You knew who he was all along?

Sure.

And you still gave him a job?

He just wanted a chance
to get away from a reputation

he never wanted
in the first place.

Oh, as far as I'm concerned,
Jack Jennings is still dead.

Well, if he is,
who shot this fella?

(doctor sighs)

How is he, Doc?

Hard to say.

Done everything I could for him.

How'd it happen?

There is a reaper
whose name is Death.

How does any man get shot, Doc?

The kid was trying

to cut another notch in
his little pearl handle.

Spence didn't like the idea.

Yeah, it figures.

If I've told Sheriff Olsen once,
I've told him 50 times.

Well, it doesn't matter
much now.

I guess it's been encouraged
too long

to cut the deck any other way.

Anyway, where's
the sheriff's office?

Two doors down, but there's
no point going there now.

Andy's up in the other end
of the county.

Won't be back
till pretty late tonight.

We'll go wait.

Oh, just a minute.

I, uh, I generally don't give
anything but medical advice,

but in this case I, uh, I think
maybe the Hippocratic oath

could be stretched
just a little.

You'd both be wiser
if you get out of town.

The boy drew first.
It was a case of self-defense.

Maybe where you come from
that might mean something,

but here, that's a Talbot
lying there.

This is Talbot country.

Like I said, Doc,
it was self-defense,

open and shut.

We'll go wait in the saloon.

Oh, and thanks for the advice.

Don't mention it.

(horse approaching)

Hi, Miss Kate.
Have a nice ride?

(chuckles) It's never nice, Asa.

Saddle and I don't exactly, uh,
hit it off.

It's the only way I know
to keep my fighting weight.

Well, on you, anyway,
it looks good, Miss Kate.

Now you just keep that up,

and I'm gonna start
believing you.

- All right, I will.
-“chuckles)

What's going on over
at Doc Crowley's?

He delivering another baby
for Mrs. Higgin?

Uh, it's Little Sam.
Got himself shot up.

Big Sam know about it?

He will. The boys rode out
to get him.

Well, I can't say as it came
as any surprise to me.

Kid's been asking for it
for a long time.

Yeah, too long.

Rub him down good,
will ya, Asa?

- Mm-hmm. -it's time
I was getting to work.

Asa, uh, about Little Sam...

uh, how'd it happen?

All I know is some drovers
brought him in.

Whoever did it, though,
is a good man.

Little Sam was the fastest
gun I ever saw.

Come on.

(playing "The Old Gray Mare")

♪♪

Oh, now, wait.

D-Don't tell me. Let me guess.

You ain't a drummer,

and you can't be a piano player,

so he figures out
you must be a cow man.

Is it that obvious?

And it comes from experience,
friend.

That and the fact that cattle
men are the only strangers

that ever come into Crooked Hat.

My name is Dinny.

But you can call me
anything you want to.

What's it gonna be?

I wish I knew, friend.

I wish I knew.

Same girl.

Same song.

Same setting.

Nothing changes, not even time.

It's funny.

Two years,
3,000 miles between us,

and I knew it was you.

Soon as I heard about Little
Sam, I knew it had to be you.

Salt and pepper, life and death,
shootings and Jack Jennings.

It's like Humpty Dumpty
and all the king's men.

They go together.

The name is Spencer, Kate.

Spencer, Smith, Jones...

It doesn't matter what
you call yourself, Jack.

Your real name's right
there in that holster.

Still believe that, don't you?

A whit.

Last count it was 16--

or was it 18--
graves to back me up.

Could be I've died
some, too, Kate.

Only there aren't any markers
to back me up.

Same story.

Same argument.

- Oh, you're right.
-(picking out piano notes)

Nothing ever changes.

Not even time.

(chuckles)

Buy you a drink?

That's what I'm here for, Jack.

Remember?

Little singing,
little dancing...

name your own poison.

That's the best way to separate
a customer from his... money.

Oh, this Crooked Hat
may not be St. Louis,

but at least
the roof doesn't leak.

Kate...

Not until I put on
the right clothes.

And the right face.

This one may not be
so good for... business.

Three fingers?

Just pour.

You know Kate?

I know Kate.

Yeah, quite a female, that.

Got a real way with the men.

Sure hate to see her leave.

She's leaving?

Oh, well, not exactly.

But she's been seeing quite
a bit of Big Sam Talbot lately,

and, well, he does own
this emporium of merriment.

(chuckles)

Wouldn't surprise me none
if she just up and married him.

Fine girl, Kate.

Wish I was ten years younger.

I'd give old Talbot
a run for his money.

Where'd you say
you knew her from?

I didn't.

Guess he means
'tain't none of my business.

Well, now,
that is a possibility.

(talking indistinctly)

How bad?

Well, it's bad enough.

That bullet he stopped left
a lot of poison in his system.

Might be septicemia.

When I want words,
I'll ask for 'em.

Is he gonna make it?

Little too early to tell.

(breathing laboredly)

B...Big Sam...

Take it easy, son.

There'll be time
for talking later.

Yeah, you...

you do like the doc says,
you hear?

And don't you fret none
about the man who done this.

I'll run him down.

You won't have to
run him down, Sam.

He's the one
who brought your brother in.

Him and the trail boss
he works for.

He's here in town?

Yes, he's waiting over at
the saloon for the sheriff.

They say Little Sam drew first.

No.

CROWLEY:
Now, don't upset yourself, son.

Lie back.

You... you gonna believe me?

It was Jennings.

Jennings?

Jack Jennings?

He... pulled his gun on me...
f-first.

I...I never got a chance
to draw.

Jack Jennings drew on you first?

Now, look, boy...

You... you gotta believe me.

He's got a witness.

He's lying.

Sam...

This is the sheriff's business,
not yours.

My kid brother gets shot,

and you say it ain't
none of my business?

It was self-defense.

Not when Jack Jennings
pulls the trigger.

Way I hear it, he's killed more
men than I can keep count of.

But he ain't gonna walk away
from this one.

Big Sam Talbot's coming.

Big as life, and twice as loud.

Uh...

four or five words to the wise,
as the saying goes.

You two got any
differences with him...

just forget 'em.

He's a man just don't
take "no" for an answer.

Not from nobody.

We're just gettin'
all kinds of advice today.

I'm looking for Jack Jennings.

Seems like Little Sam's
found his voice.

Nice try, Gil.

Looks like Owen Spencer
just got buried.

I've been known to answer
to that name.

Well, then,
you're gonna answer to me.

There's a boy down the street
with a hole in his middle.

You put it there?

Any man who asks the answer
to a question he already knows

is either a fool or a coward.

All right, Jennings.

We'll do this your way.

There's a jail cell
waiting for you.

Now straight up and down,
or flat out, you're going there.

Take your choice.

Sounds like tin-star talk.

I don't see any badge.

You got ten seconds.

Hold it, Talbot.

Your brother drew first.

Not only that,
he drew at his back.

That is what I call
self-defense.

When a gunfighter pulls his gun,

there's no such thing
as self-defense.

I got 20 men
who think different.

Up to now, trail boss,
this was personal.

Me and Jennings.

You push a little harder,

you might buy more than
you can afford to pay.

Well, I just came along
to tell the law what I saw.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Anyhow, it do seem to me that...

it's the sheriff's business.

Not yours.

Forget it, Gil.

He doesn't want to talk.

Might let some of that hot air
out of his middle.

Any time, big man.

Any time you want to try
and take me.

KATE:
Sam.

Don't be a fool.

Why make the same mistake
Little Sam made?

Oh, one of you may get him,

but the rest of you
won't be alive to see it.

And for what?

They're not going anywhere.

That's right.

We'll be right here
until the sheriff gets back.

SAM:
Al right.

Only I'm gonna make sure.

Fred, Jake.

Take the boys out and cover
the place from all sides.

If he tries to walk out,
cut him down.

DINNY: I sure am glad you
changed your mind, Mr. Talbot.

Be a shame to shoot up
all these fixtures.

You bought time, Jennings;
that's all.

Better come with me, Kate.

And miss all this excitement?

Oh, you know me
and the action, Sam.

All or nothing at all.

Besides, I get paid
to entertain the customers.

Well, you just got the day off.

Outside.

Orders, Sam?

Oh... I may be on your payroll,

but I'm not on strings.

At least, not yet.

Don't you worry about me.

I wouldn't miss this excitement
for all the cows in Texas.

You make that sound like
you know him.

You've forgotten, Sam.

I know everybody, everywhere.

And I never forget a face.

Except my own.

Maybe you'd better take
a long look in a mirror.

You stay here with him,
you might lose that face.

"In sickness and in health,

for better or for worse."”

Life or death, Kate!

Take your pick.

Now one more time,
get out of here.

One more time:

I go my own way.

That tears it.

Same goes for you, trail boss.

You can walk out of here now,

or fry your fish
where you stand.

How many times
have I got to tell you?

I'll do my walking
when the sheriff gets here.

Not until.

I guess it just
isn't your day, Talbot.

Why don't you run along?

Your boys might be
worried about you.

Remember what I said, Jennings.

You show your face outside,
you lose it.

Jack, for someone who's trying
to live down a reputation,

you're pushing back pretty hard.

Must be the company I keep.

Thanks for staying.

Thanks?

Well...

It's the first time
anyone ever thanked me

for buying a ringside seat
at their funeral.

"Should auld acquaintance
be forgot..."

Fair enough, Kate.

I'll try to make it
interesting for you.

You know, I, um...

I like the face, the voice,

and I love the outfit.

All we need now is
a little atmosphere.

(laughs)

Well, you keep that up,

and I just might bring
the rafters down.

It may not be pretty,
but it'll be loud.

Good and loud.

Oh, do you mind?

Compliments of the house,
Mr., um...

Favor. Gil Favor.

You name it, and I'll play it.

That's what I'm here for.

The one and only Happy Time Kid.

Oh, yeah.

Why'd you do it, Kate?

Do what?

Break up that, uh,
little disagreement?

Was it for Talbot or Jennings?

Well, let's just say I don't
like the sight of blood.

- Anyone's blood.
- Oh, no.

I don't think you'd be that
upset at just anyone's blood.

All right,
so I didn't like the odds.

That's it.

What happened
between Jack and ...

is long, long gone.

Whatever did happen, Kate?

(sighs)

It's an old story, Mr. Favor.

Woman versus gun,
may the best one win.

I lost.

It was Tulsa
a couple of years ago.

Then I...

might have been something.

I had my name at the top
of the billboard.

Pretty good voice, too.

One night, Jack walked in.

That was it.

One look and...

bells wouldn't stop ringing.

I never asked any questions.

Neither did he.

Till a man drew on him.

Died for it.

Begged him to take off his gun
and face the charges.

Said he couldn't
take off the gun for anyone.

He left.

I lost.

I'm afraid Jack did, too.

It really wasn't his fault

at all about Little Sam.

He pulled the trigger,
Mr. Favor.

Well, it was either that
or get killed.

That's the trouble
with a gunfighter's reputation.

Take off your gun,

get dead.

♪♪

Any sign of Andy yet?

Ain't the sheriff
I'm looking for.

Sam,

a whole stack of wrongs
don't add up to a right.

We both know Little Sam's
been bucking for this

for a long time.

Six times.

Six times I've dug lead out
of men who weren't fast enough

for that pearl-handled cannon
of his.

Six times I told you
it had to end just like this.

All right, Doc.

Maybe I did give him his hat
a little too soon.

Maybe I let
a lot of things slide.

Maybe.

But that don't change
the way it is.

Little Sam may have started
this, but I'm gonna finish it.

What difference does it make
who pulled the trigger,

as long as it was a fair fight?

Fair fight?

(chuckles) A half-grown kid
against Jack Jennings?

He makes the difference, Doc.

All the difference in the world.

Sam, let the law handle this.

He pulls through,

might be I'll do just that.

But if he don't,

this won't be done till Jennings
answers to me personal.

(piano plays in distance)

A little painkiller?

Well, nothing hurts.

At least, not yet.

Give it time, Mr. Jennings.
Just give it time.

Big Sam don't back down
all that easy.

Man like that,
he's just bound to stomp back.

Maybe Big Sam isn't as big
as you think he is.

Well, I don't know.

I've seen him walk
through an awful lot of men

without breaking stride.

Of course,
he ain't never come up

against a real top gun like you,
Mr. Jennings,

or even a bobcat
like Two-Gun Turley.

Uh, who?

Two-Gun Turley.

Now, don't tell me
you ain't never heard of him.

Where, uh,
where does he hang his hat?

(exhales)

Down around Chickasha County.

That's my old stomping ground.

He was just about the
biggest thing since gunpowder.

Why, with my own two eyes,

I seen him take
on the three Ainsley boys,

and them toting shotguns.

Oh, that sounds wonderful,
Dinny.

Uh, how many of these men
did your, uh, friend kill?

Why, all three of them,
naturally.

Naturally.

Get another glass, Dinny.

Sure thing.

How about that drink?

Never turn down
a thirsty customer.

That's the first rule
of the house.

Looks like Talbot means
what he says.

Rifle out back, too.

Looks like we're stuck here

till the sheriff gets back
for real.

Do you really think
the sheriff is gonna make

all that much difference?

Andy Wilson's like anybody else
in Crooked Hat.

He belongs to Sam Talbot.

Meaning?

If his brother dies,
Sam's gonna start shooting.

He doesn't care
who's in the middle.

That how you see it, Dinny?

Well, I...

Andy does a good enough job,
I guess,

but he never bucked the Talbots.

Crooked sheriff for Crooked Hat.

Got a real nice,
homey sound to it.

Yeah.

Ringside seat of yours is
getting better and better, Kate.

The great Jack Jennings.

Pushed into a corner

by a town that isn't even
on the map.

How does it feel, Jack?

This must be the first time
in your life

your gun can't do
your thinking for you.

(exhales) That's what makes
a gunslinger tick, Kate.

I don't feel; I don't think.

It might slow me up.

I'm sorry, Gil.

Looks like I walked you
into a room without any doors.

We walked in here together.

We can go out the same way.

Sheriff don't take
my word for it,

there's still the crew.

20 men can make
most any argument stick.

And just how are you gonna
reach those men, Mr. Trail Boss?

Sam only has four guns outside,
remember?

(footsteps approaching)

We heard what was going on,
Miss Kate.

We just came over to see
if everything was all right.

And what did you expect to find?

A room full of dead bodies?

No offense, mister, no offense.

Everything's fine, Asa,
just fine.

(chuckles)

That's all that's missing
is the tin suit

and the tin hat
with the feathers sticking out.

The Sir Galahad of Crooked Hat,

come to rescue
the fair damsel in distress.

Or were you gonna take
on the dragon?

Jack.

That's up to Miss Kate.

How about the rest of you?

You got anything to say?

No, Mr. Jennings, not a thing.

We, uh, we just come to watch.

Watch?

Watch what?

A reputation?

A man moves his body
like a machine,

operates an instrument

that bleeds out bullets
instead of blood?

All right, take a look.

Take a good, long look,
all of you.

It walks.

It talks.
It breathes.

It performs.

You know, you put it
under a tent, keep it warm,

you might even be able
to sell tickets.

You.

Go on. Take a look.

Tell me, what do you see?

Look again.

I'll tell you, 18 faces.

Faces of 18 men who looked once
and who will never look again.

And that's the price
of admission, folks.

Come one, come all.

Take a look.

Only remember, if you look once,
you may never look again.

Now, get out of here.

Get out of here, all of you!

Well, you heard the man.

Show's over.

(piano plays)

(plays few notes)

(piano playing in distance)

I brought you some coffee.

It may not be very good,
but at least it's hot.

You ain't gonna separate
the customers

from their bankroll neither,
though.

(chuckles)
It's an off day.

Sam's men still outside?

Yep.

Brings up
a rather interesting question.

I know why he's here,

but I haven't found an answer
that fits you.

What's your stake in it?

The man works for me.

It's that simple.

Not enough, Mr. Favor.

Those rifles out there
are pointed at you, too.

Well, there was lot of rifles
pointed in my general direction

at Fredericksburg, too.

(grunts)

Like, uh, Crooked Hat,

it was just
a dot on the map, too.

Till a couple
of generals rode in

and decided to settle
a difference of opinion.

There was this river.

They told us to take it.

I was about halfway across.

A sergeant, he pulled me out.

Fought off a whole company
of Ohio's best to do it, too.

After that, we went through
the rest of the war together.

We lived through it

because we learned
every way ever invented

to kill and keep on killing.

After the war was over, well...

most of us were able
to forget what we learned

and bury it with our dead.

For some, uh,
the war never ended.

Another one went on.

Weren't no flags
or cavalry charges

or flags flying.

The guns went off; men died.

Battle for a new frontier
was on, Kate.

It took men like that sergeant

to make a world
out of a wilderness.

Wasn't done with laws
or courthouses.

But that sergeant,
he-he paid a price.

Kill or be killed became, uh,

part of his way of life again,

whether he wanted it
that way or not.

Like I said, it's that simple.

Thanks for the coffee.

You're welcome.

There's coffee boiling.

I got some beef burning out back
in case you're interested.

Well, thanks, Dinny,

but I never read
on an empty stomach.

It's bad for the digestion.

(Dinny chuckles)

Uh, that fellow you were
talking about,

friend of yours,
what was his name?

Two-Gun Turley.
Whatever happened to him?

Funny thing that.

Happened down in
the Oklahoma Territory.

The story goes two of
Quancull's boys called him down

on a poker hand.

Turley reached for his gun...

he plumb forgot
to strap it on.

They say he had
eight slugs in him

before he hit the floor.

(playing melody
with single notes)

You're supposed to carry
the tune, not bury it.

Music makers are dreamers
of dreams, Kate.

Whether you carry it
or bury it,

the tune itself
doesn't really matter.

Well, myself, all I ask for
is the right key.

My dreams are yours to command.

(Kate chuckles)

(plays ballad)

It's funny.

Till today, I haven't played
this in... two years.

What made you run out
on me, Jack?

'Cause I'm a dreamer
of dreams, Kate.

A Tennessee traveling man
with stardust in my eyes.

A shadow chased by a sun
that will never go down.

Whatever. What difference
does it make now?

Well, being one part sugar
and two parts spice,

it's, it's possible for a woman
to do about anything she wants--

even bending back
the hands on a clock

or changing a man into something
he never could be.

Self-love is the greatest
flatterer of all, Jack.

I was wrong.

Doesn't that make a difference?

No, not now, Kate.

Maybe not even two years ago.

Time was. Time shall be.

Drain the glass.

Where in time is now?

Jack, right now...

No, there's no...
there's no going back, Kate.

There'll always be a Little
Sam waiting some place.

And who knows?

The next one may be just
a shade faster than I am.

All I have to offer anyone
is a coffin.

Sorry, Sam.

Jake, I want every man in town

in the general store
in 15 minutes,

and I want 'em packing rifles.

That won't bring him back.

There are four Talbots buried
on that hill.

I saw to it
they all went out in style.

Same goes for Little Sam.

Only in his case,
there'll be a difference.

He's gonna have a reputation
buried at his feet.

Ain't nothing to it hardly,
Mr. Favor.

Changing a few spots
here and there

just don't take no doing at all.

I remember a dealer up in
Ellsworth, Fat Freddy Freeman.

Rest his soul. He showed me how

to stretch four aces into eight.
See there?

Why, Miss Kate,
where are you going?

Looks like that ringside seat's
getting a little warm, huh?

This started with Sam,

and I'm going to see
that it ends with him.

This will end with nothing
but the law.

Talbot won't back down
with talk.

Well, I got to try.

CROWLEY:
It's no use.

The boy's dead.

Sam's calling a town meeting

just to make sure his little
brother won't be buried alone.

KATE:
What can we do, Doc?

There's only one thing to do.

I'm gonna ride out,
bring Andy Wilson back.

He's the only one
who can stop this.

The Hippocratic oath,
the Golden Rule,

now the Archangel Gabriel.

All you need's a horn, Doc.

Don't misunderstand me,
Jennings.

My concern isn't for you.

It's for those people
out there who might get hurt.

Is that all you came to say?

That and one other little piece
of advice.

You can't hold off Talbot
and Crooked Hat,

no matter how well
you handle that gun.

I suppose you have
an alternative.

Take the gun off.

Walk out with your hands
in the air.

Right into a noose.

Or a jail cell.

Unarmed men been lynched before.

It'd be a long chance.

It's his only chance.

Maybe yours, too.

Be back as soon as I can.

And what was dead was hope.

Mr. Favor, don't let him.

Kate.

Don't get hurt.

It isn't that important.

Neither are pages
torn out of a calendar.

I'll be back...

...to resurrect
the two years we...

both lost.

19 men he's killed.

Now most of them
never had a chance.

He's sitting in that saloon
right now laughing at us.

Well, what are we
gonna do about it?

(men clamoring)

Hold it! Hold it!

The way I hear it,
Little Sam drew first.

No matter what Jennings was,

he's got the right
to tell his side of it.

Asa, a man like that
ain't got no rights.

You saw what he done to me.

He shoved that gun of his
right in my face.

Your face don't look
no different.

Talbot, your brother's dead.
I'm sorry about that.

I'm not sorry enough

to go lynching anybody
just on your say-so.

The way I figure this, this is
Andy's business, not mine.

I always knew
you had a big mouth,

but I never figured you
for a coward.

Now is there anybody else
who ain't got the stomach

to stomp on a snake?

Well, let's get it done with!

Not this time, Sam.

You had your say
at the saloon.

Now get out of the way.

Or what?

Another killing?

Another sacrifice
to the almighty Talbot ego?

That's exactly what this is.
Can't you see that?

Little Sam is dead,
so somebody has to pay,

no matter who was wrong
or who was right.

There's two men in that saloon
across the street.

Two men who came here
voluntarily

to tell their side of it,

but that's not good enough
for you, is it?

No, not for Big Sam Talbot.

Little Sam's dead,
so somebody has to pay.

And maybe some of you with them.

Are you all done?

Not quite.

I didn't expect you to listen
to reason, Sam...

so... I brought this.

(gun cocks)

Until Doc gets back with Andy,
you're going to stay right here.

Supposing I get restless?

Then I'll kill you.

Keep her here till it's done!
Come on!

(men clamoring)

It sounds like Kate
lost the argument.

- Come on out of there.
- Come on out of there.

Jennings! Waiting time's done.

Either you come out of there
in two minutes

or we start shooting.

If you don't mind,

I think I'll do my watching
from back here.

What about you, Gil?
You gonna find a place to hide?

'Tain't no place to hide, Jack.

Not from what's out there.

No, this is my fight,
and now you stay out of it.

Been in it since I hired you.

Where do you think you're going?

Out there.

SAM:
One minute!

No deal, Gil.

You walk out that door,
you're a dead man.

And if I don't,
we're both dead.

Doc was right. We can't fight
off the whole town.

No, no, like I said,
this is my problem.

Now you get over there and get
behind the bar and stay put.

Not until I've had my say
out there, Jack.

Talbot's wrong.
So are you if you use that.

If you do, there's nothing here
worth dying for.

Not for you, not for me,

not for those people out there.

If I don't make 'em see that,

you do what you think
you've got to do.

Yeah, I'm gonna do just that
right now.

Over there.

SAM:
30 seconds!

Dinny, keep him here.

Keep him here if you got
to sit on him.

Time's up, men.
Let's get 'em.

(men clamor)

Well, you heard the man.

Jennings is right inside
waiting.

All you got to do to take him
is walk over me.

Get out of the way, Favor.

Or what, another candidate
for a coffin?

Did Jennings really mean
that much to y'all?

It ain't gonna end with me,
you know.

You walk through those doors,

a lot of you
ain't gonna walk out.

One last time.

Get out of the way.

After the sheriff gets here,
Talbot, not before.

Next time it'll be
six inches east.

Gil!

Jack!

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.
I couldn't stop him.

He didn't even have his gun.

Take a good look, Talbot.

One part iron, six parts lead,
one part reputation.

Now you're the man who's
killed the great Jack Jennings.

Take a good look.

You're gonna have to live
with it the rest of your life.

Here's your trophy.
It's all you're gonna have.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rawhide...! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks twice)