The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. (1993–1994): Season 1, Episode 10 - Showdown - full transcript
Fill it, Barney.
You've done
enough damage,
I think.
You want damage?
No.
Then shut your mouth
and do your job.
Whatever you say,
Sheriff.
Dad.
You've got
to come home.
I'm--I'm working,
Annie.
Mayor said I got
a job to do.
Bishop Brackman's
looking for you.
Just the man
I want to see.
Well, then
turn around,
Sheriff.
Bishop, you're
under arrest
for the murder
of Carl Rickertson.
[CHUCKLES]
Was that that
sodbuster's
name?
Yeah.
Barney, set me up,
would you?
Right away.
Give me your gun.
Whatever
he's having.
It must be good.
Evening,
Miss Annie.
You're
looking hotter
than a pistol
this evening.
I'll buy you
a drink?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Question like that
probably leaves
a sour taste
in your mouth,
doesn't it?
[CHUCKLES]Just get out.
Your family's caused
enough trouble
in this town.
Give me your gun,
Bishop.
Aah!
Dad!
Things are gonna change.
Oh, yeah? Who's
going to change 'em?
Which one you want?
All of 'em.
I got your letter.
It's about time.
Uhh. County.
[LAUGHS WEAKLY]
Long time no see.
Get a good look.
[CHUCKLES]
Impressive.
[SIGHS]
Welcome home, Brisco.
Well, isn't
this a picture
for the dime novels?
The prodigal son
returns.
Hello, Mr. Brackman.
What have you done
here, Brisco?
Oh, uh, Bishop and I
were just getting
reacquainted.
Olaf, go get
your brother.
Bishop's under arrest.
Nobody's arresting
nobody.
Least of all
for the killing
of a sodbuster
putting up fence
on Brackman land.
That sounds like
an arresting offense
to me.
I've been grazing
my cattle
in Echo Valley
for the last
30 years.
I'm not about
to sit still
while a bunch
of homesteaders
come in and
take my land.
It was government land.
They sold it.
It's that kind
of thinking
that's gonna
get your daddy
in a heap
of trouble.
Get out!
Brisco...
feel free to drop by
your old family home
while you're
in town.
I think I added
some nice touches.
You let the house
go so cheaply
when your dad died,
I feel like
I've taken
advantage of you.
[HORSES WHINNEYING
AND MEN SHOUTING]
What happened
to him, Annie?
He's been this way
since Bly's gang
gunned down
your father.
He blames himself
for not being able
to save him.
Well, no one could.
You know the way
things have
always been
with the Brackmans.
He's been trying
to run this town
his way for years.
Yeah, I remember.
Now with
your dad gone
and my dad
like this,
there's no one
to keep Brackman
in check.
I'm gonna go get him
a blanket.
So that's Annie, huh?
Yep.
The girl was
like a sister,
the two of you raised
side by side,
what with your mama
passed on
and Brisco Sr. always
on the road and all that?
Are you coming
to a point, Bowler?
Yeah.
I seen a lot of fellas
look at sisters
in my time.
Uh-huh?
But not like this.
Oh, yeah?
What am I
looking like?
Like you been shot
by one of Cupid's
little arrows.
[SCOFFS]
Hee hee hee!
Yeah, that's why
we stopped here.
Forget about that lead
on Bly 30 miles west.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
When we met
on the trail,
you're the one
who said that
you wanted
to see my hometown.
What happened
between you and Annie?
Forget it, Bowler.
I never get to hear
the juicy part.
What part?
Ignore him.
What's the story
with Bishop?
Federal marshals are
coming in 2 days
to pick him up on
that murder charge.
Dad's got
to arrest him
and keep him
locked up until
then.
But if he tries,
Brackman's gonna
kill him.
Well, then I'll
bring in Bishop.
You sure you want
to get involved?
I already am.
You know where this
is going to lead.
No, but
I'm willing
to find out.
Bowler, you're
free to go.
And I'm free
to stay, too.
Besides, I got a feeling
there might be something
in this for me.
Like what?Oh, I don't know.
Just call it
my sixth sense.
Alright. Well,
come on. Let's go.
At least we know
where Bishop is.
Don't go
to your old house.
Too many Brackman
ranch hands.
You'll most likely
find him back at
the saloon anyway.
Upstairs.
Lulu is still
renting out rooms
by the hour?
It's a thriving business.
Sheesh,
come on, Bowler.
Uh, who's Lulu?
You don't want
to know, Bowler.
Yeah, I want to know.
Bowler, how are you
at back rubs?
Huh?
Ahh, what's that
called again?
Foreplay.
Mmm. Feels good.
You ought to
take more time
to relax, Bishop.
Yeah.
Yeah, ever since
I peppered
that sodbuster,
I been feeling
kind of tense.
Yeah...
Ooh! Ooh,
that feels good, darling.
Yeah.
Had another sap
in my sights,
but he's probably
long gone by now.
Scared off
by the Brackman clan.
Heh heh heh heh.
Uh, who was that?
Brisco County, Jr.
Son of the famous
marshal?
Dead famous marshal.
Play some more
of that fore stuff
on my neck here.
It's mighty tight.
How's that?
Feel better?
Hey!
What's the matter,
Bishop,
something rub you
the wrong way?
County.
You're under arrest.
What the hell?
Well, aren't
I something?
Hmm.
Brisco County, Jr.
Some things
never change.
Alright, Barney,
open up.
Time for breakfast.
I want my boy!
Hey!
That's enough!
Back off, County!
Don't make me ruin
your good looks.
If my boy isn't released
from that cell immediately,
there's going to be
hell to pay.
Mm-hmm.
Bishop stays locked up
until the federal marshal
takes him to trial.
You amateur.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
This isn't a game, boy.
This is for real.
I wonder if
you know how real.
I'd listen to him,
Brackman.
Is that right,
you pathetic drunk?
Your boy's
going to trial, mack.
I hardly think so.
Let me at him, Pop.
I can take him.
The only thing you're going
to take is my orders.
Now, shut up.
Ride out of here,
Mr. Brackman,
or I'll going to be forced
to lock up you and Olaf, too.
He ain't
got the right.
He ain't sheriff.
He is now.
I just
appointed him.
Mr. Dartly.
It's Mayor Dartly now.
Good to see you, son.
You couldn't have come
at a better time.
This town is so worthless,
it needs two sheriffs--
a punk and a drunk.
We got one sheriff,
Mr. Brackman,
and he just told you
to get out of town.
Didn't he?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I did.
This isn't over.
Enjoy your new job.
It's only for two days.
We need you here.
Please, Brisco.
You're our only hope.
Otherwise,
Brackman's going to
never be stopped.
Well, sure. Uh,
how hard could it be?
Yee-haw!
What was that?
John Kern
and Brad McNamara.
They like to race.
Slow down!
Is there a problem?
No, sir,
just a question.
You want me
to wear that?
Seems I don't have
much choice
in the matter.
The mayor tells me
that Brackman is
systematically
forcing settlers
out of Echo Valley.
Brackman keeps himself
at arm's length.
He's got his goons
ripping out the fences,
burning down homes,
and now trying
to kill people.
His goons won't stop
till the whole valley's
back in his control.
I'm offering
to help you
stop him, sir.
Well, I don't need
any help.
I got
this job licked.
There's still a family
out there
in Echo Valley, Bob.
The Nordlingers.
They told the mayor
that Brackman's men
gave them till today
to clear out.
Now, I'm going
out there.
Do what you want.
Brisco needs
your help, daddy,
and you need him.
I've given up
on helping Countys.
The last train ride
I took with your father
convinced me of that.
I was right behind him.
He didn't wait for me.
He opened that door.
What was he thinking?
He wasn't
thinking anything.
He was just doing
his job.
Oh, my God!
Get out, you Swedes!
Get out before
we burn you out.
Why, you ain't Swedish.
Don't let that
stop you.
Hey, flip me the bird!
Aah!
Nice work.
Maybe I ought
to deputize you.
Deputize the goose.
When this is over,
we'll have to take ourselves
up to Big River.
I'll buy you
a nice dinner,
and we can talk about
how funny this all is.
You'll be too busy
hanging from a rope.
Ever the optimist, huh?
My dad's not going
to let that happen.
What do you want,
Olaf?
I just came
to visit my brother.
Take your gun off.
Alright.
Whatever you say.
Hands up.
Come on. Move.
Sure.
Move.
Well, now, you can
do that all day.
Well, it looks like
you're out of luck,
little brother.
She's still hot
on Brisco.
Alright.
Visiting hours
are over.
So how was your day?
Oh, just fine.
Yee-ha!
Doesn't this job
ever end?
Forget it.
You'll never catch them.
They've got
the fastest horses
in the territory.
Yeah? They haven't
seen Comet.
Yah! Come on, Comet.
Come on, boy.
Yee-haw!
[WHISTLES]
Hey! Pull over!
You heard me!
Pull over!
I said stop already.
Pull over
to the Boardwalk.
Alright, now.
Put your hands
where I can see them.
Get down off
your horses, please.
Do you two
have any idea
how fast
you were going?
Pretty fast.
How much have you
had to drink, son?
Just one beer.Yeah, one.
Alright, step away
from the animals.
Put your feet together,
arms out at your side.
Close your eyes.
Tilt your heads back.
Now touch your noses.
Fine.
Now don't let me catch you
racing through town again.
You understand?
Yes, sir.Get out of here.
Thank you, sir.
Brisco.
What now,
some cat up a tree?
Someone wants
to talk to you.
Who?
Me.
It's been a long time
since we've been
up here.
You miss it?
Yeah. There's
a lot of things
I miss around here.
Water looks good.
Yeah.
You want to go in?
I'm not dressed
for it.
No. You undress
for it.
I dare you.
Oh, don't you remember?
Don't dare Annie.
Oh, yeah,
I remember.
I'll do it.
You will, huh?
Go ahead.
Dare me again.
I dare you.
So why'd you come back?
I got your letter.
Uh-huh.
I don't know
if you want me
out here for you
or to help Bob.
Oh, it's all tied
together.
You help dad,
you help me.
I missed you, Annie.
Do you still love me?
Things are different.
Oh, sure. Things got
so different,
you had to up
and go 3,000 miles
away to school.
One moment we're kids,
riding horses
in the mountains
and wrestling
in the barn and--
skinny-dipping
right here.
Then, next thing
you know,
we're not kids
anymore.
I was scared, too.
We were too young,
Annie.
It's better
that I left.
Look, I'm no
lovesick fool.
It's County blood
you've got in you.
Always leaving.
That's a requirement.
What ticks me off
is that you waited
so long to come home.
Well, I'm here now.
Why are you here?
John Bly's not going
to be out there
forever.
I wanted to know
if I could come
back home again.
See how that
might feel.
That's funny.
Why?
I've been wondering
if I could ever leave.
How that might feel.
Brisco, where the heck
have you been?
My name is Brackman.
Some of you
may have heard of me.
I've got a job
for anybody willing
to kill a man.
The pay is $5,000.
Who's the goat,
the president himself?
Brisco County, Jr.
I want him dead...
and no tracks
leading to me.
Where's he going?
We got a job.
No. Not so fast.
There's some other folks
that might be interested.
He says no.
And who's he?
This here's Utah
Johnny Montana.
That's some name.
It used to be
Utah John Cougar
Montana,
but he dropped
the Cougar
because he thought
it was pretentious.
I never heard neither
of those names.
He's only the
fastest gun alive.
37-0.
He did take a bullet
in the throat,
so he allows
that one a draw.
Well, how would he feel
about a bullet
in the heart?
Alright, sir.
Your challenge
is met.
You may draw
your gun, aim,
and squeeze
the trigger
when ready.
Mr. Montana will
remain holstered
until such time as
your finger twitches.
At that point,
he will defend himself
as he sees fit.
You got
to be kidding.
No.
Proceed
at your own risk.
You stupid fool.
Aah! Aah!
Have a nice day, gents.
Write if you
get work.
Uh, howdy, citizen.
You're up mighty
early, ain't you?
What are you doing?
Me? Just making sure
the streets are safe
for little folks
like yourself.
You ain't
the new sheriff.
How you know I'm not?
'Cause you don't
look like
a sheriff.
Why not?
'Cause no sheriff
wears a dumb hat
like that.
And who are you,
besides a little
pain in the rear?
The name's Duncan.
You the deputy?
Nope. Just helping
the sheriff out.
You know
Brisco County, Jr.?
Yeah, I know him.
Oh, he's the legend
around here,
just like his daddy.
So I heard.
You, uh, ever hear
of me,
Lord Bowler?
No, but everyone says
that if anyone
can make things right
around here,
it's Sheriff County.
Yeah, with my help.
Nobody talked
about you.
Maybe you should
educate them some.
Let's see how much
you help first.
What's that
you're eating?
Doughnut. Want one?
You got an extra?
Got a whole bag.
You want
jelly-filled,
powder, or custard?
Custard.
Is this custard?
Yep.
Thanks.
Well, you better get
before somebody
misses you.
Okay.
See you, deputy
Lord Bowler.
Thanks for the doughnut,
Duncan.
You're welcome.
Mmm.
You remember
the last time we
were out all night?
Oh, yeah.
Remember the time
your dad caught us
in your room?
Never want to go
through that again.
He was so mad,
I thought he'd
keep me locked up
till I was 90.
Oh, Brisco,
now I wish he'd
just talk to me.
Don't you worry, Annie.
We'll get him
through this.
Whoo!
Hey!
[GUNSHOT]
[LOW RUMBLE]
What's that?
That's a stampede.
[CATTLE LOWING]
Aah!
Annie!
Aah!
[GUNSHOTS]
BRISCO:
Come on, Bowler. Shoot!
Go!
Aah!
Stay down.
Whoo!
[GUNSHOTS]
Better make some room
in there, Bishop,
'cause Olaf's going
to be joining you.
Where are
you going?
Brackman's ranch.
Where's dad?
Uh-oh.
Dad!
Looks like he
beat you to the punch.
Hyah!
Where's Olaf?
He's under arrest.
Well, two sheriffs.
Glad you're both here.
I was just making
arrangements for bail
on certain individuals
currently in your custody.
There's no bail
on a murder charge.
I'm talking about
my ranch hands.
Where's Olaf?
He's not here.
I have no idea
where he is.
I suggest you
get out of my home.
Is that a threat?
Hell, yes.
It's a threat.
Keep a lid on it,
Brackman.
$100 each.
That is the proper
amount, I think.
Now get back to town
and set my ranch hands free.
You're a piece
of work.
The west is changing,
Brisco.
I'd have thought
your father's death
would've hammered home
that reality.
Men like you
are passé.
You and your guns
and your horses
and your outmoded
codes of honor--
it's all dust
in the changing wind,
and I am that wind.
Yeah, and you're
a bag of it.
If I see Olaf,
I'll tell him
you're looking for him.
Thanks for saving
me a trip, Brisco.
Hope you like
what I've done
with the house.
Shut the door
on the way out.
Well, what do you think?
Not a problem.
We don't need
this guy, dad.
I can handle it.
You can't handle
a stiff breeze.
Was that your idea
of a clever plan,
running them down
with a bunch of cows?
It would've worked, too--
Shut up!
We're not going
to dirty our hands
or give them any excuse
to put us behind bars.
Utah Johnny Montana
will eliminate
Brisco County, Jr.
for us.
Utah Johnny Montana,
huh?
So where you from,
Johnny?
Oh, what's the matter,
cat got your tongue?
Boy's mother dropped him
once too often, Johnny.
Show a little respect,
you idiot.
I'm sorry.
He's from Idaho.
Been lots of fun.
Sorry it was
so short.
He'll be back.
In your dreams,
County.
Finding what
you need, Bob?
No, not yet.
What's happening,
Brisco?
I'm going to bring
Olaf in.
Alright,
I'm with you.
No, maybe you ought
to stay here and keep
your eye on Bishop.
You go on.
I can handle Bishop.
Right now, I dont' think
you can handle anything.
Don't get cocky
with me, kid.
Alright, fine.
Mabye I'll just get mad.
Why did you
have to go
and do that?
Because you're
killing yourself, Bob.
Maybe I am.
All those years
with dad gone
all the time,
you're the closest thing
I ever had to a father.
You were the sheriff.
You held this town
together.
I'm still
holding it together!
Like hell you are!
You're a drunk!
If my father
were still alive,
he'd be ashamed
to ride with you.
And so am I.
Where are you going?
I'm riding
with Brisco.
I need to grab my gun
up at the house.
Thank you, Brisco.
You're lying!
I am not!
Honey, listen to me!
I never want
to see you again!
Please, darlin'!
Hey, hey,
what's the problem?
He is a lying,
cheating--
She's confused.
And you're a pig!
Okay. That's enough.
You, stand over there.
You, over there.
Arrest him.
What for?
Two-timing.
You been cheating
on your sweetie?
No!
Liar!
Please, honey--
Where were you
all hours of the
night, then, huh?
I...
I can't tell you.
I hate you!
Okay. Knock it off,
or I'm gonna
run both of you in.
You got proof
he been two-timing?
A woman knows.
Well, that's
good enough for me.
What?
Come on, fella.
See how you like
the hoosegow.
But--but--No buts about it.
Two-timing is
a two-year offense.
But you don't
understand! You...
Okay. Alright.
Alright.
I've been working
down at Schroeder's
Livery at nights.
Been saving up to buy...
To buy her
an engagement ring.
What?
You're gonna have to
do better than that.
Let's go, son.
No, no. Wait, wait.
Don't tell me
you believe him.
Will you marry me?
Yes!
Yes?
Oh, yes! Yes!
Yahoo!
We're getting
married! Aah!
I'm beginning
to enjoy this job.
Whoo!
Whoo!
You remember
when that was taken?
Oh, yeah.
Fourth of July.
Think I must have been
about 9 or 10.
Dad always said
you had
her sense of humor
and her smile.
What's going to
happen to dad?
Well,
that's up to him.
I've tried everything,
Brisco.
I know.
I just want him better.
Nothing's...
like it used to be.
Maybe some things.
Yeah.
Maybe some things.
Sir.
Dad!
Uh, it's not
what you think--
we were just
grabbing--
handling, um...
[GROANS]
Dad?
Aah!
Bowler
went for food.
I got too close
to Bishop's cell.
Turnes my back,
and next thing I know,
he stuck me
and got the keys.
It's nothing serious.
I'm fine, really.
Just be quiet and rest.
Forget about that.
We got to catch him.
Annie's right, Bob.So am I.
You're hurt.
Nothing like
a stab in the back
to sober a man up.
Tell you the truth,
I feel better
than I've felt in
a long time, darlling.
He almost killed you.
I almost killed me...
with a bottle.
You were right, Brisco.
Doing the job.
That's what
it's all about.
I feel ready now--
ready to work.
Come on. Get me
out of this bed.
Annie, shoot him
in the big toe
if he gets ornery.
What about Bishop?
Let Bowler
bring Bishop back in.
Bowler?
Yeah, last person
Bishop wants after him
is Lord Bowler.
He's the best tracker
in the West.
Any luck?
Nope.
At least none for Bishop.
I had a little bit,
however.
Where'd he get
the knife?
Olaf.
Whoa! Run, run!
Get down!
Got you, Brisco.
It's Olaf.
Time to pull
this wild card
from the deck.
You wouldn't hit
a girl, would you?
Who are you?
What do you want?
He's Utah
Johnny Montana.
Here's the plan--
we exchange Cavendish
for Bishop in one hour.
Main street. Be there.
Or things could get
mighty ugly.
Mighty ugly already.
Ow.
Hi, Olaf. I can see
your house from here.
Now give it up.
[PANTS TEAR]
Olaf...
you need
a better tailor.
They've got Dad.
Who does?
Utah Johnny Montana.
They want to exchange him
for Bishop.
Utah Johnny Montana?
Oh, ho ho ho.
Who is he?
Hired gun.
Any good?
He killed
Coop Mitchell.
Coop Mitchell
is dead?
Maybe Utah's just
passing through.
He never just
passes through.
You know, Coop was
kind of slowing down
last time I saw him.
No, he wasn't.
Maybe
just a little?
Not at all.
Bowler, I got enough
to worry about.
So what you
going to do?
Make the switch.
But what about Montana?
I'll take him.
Are you sure?
What do you
want me to do?
Annie, get your gun.
Come on.
No hurry.
No surprises.
Just walk down there
like it's
a Sunday stroll.
After we make
the exchange,
take them all out.
Is that clear?
Clear as glass.
You're under arrest.
No!
Alright. Whoa.
That's for that
hideous wallpaper
you put up in my
dad's living room.
Nice work.
Any sign of Montana?
Here.
He's calling you out.
It's over.
Not yet.
Utah Johnny Montana
is here to do the job
needs doing.
You're it.
Besides, he always
wanted to try his hand
against a County.
Alright.
Oh, no, Johnny.
Aaah!
Eh, I knew
you could do it.
Exactly what was it
you just did?
I put a bullet
down his barrel.
Blew up his chamber.
This guy killed
Coop Mitchell?
Nah. I just
told you that
'cause I wanted you
on your toes.
$1,000 bounty,
here I come.
Sheriff Cavendish?
Right here.
I'm U.S. Attorney
Breakstone.
I'm here to collect
one Bishop Brackman
to answer to the charge
of murder.
Right, sir.
And, uh...
I have a few others
you may be interested in.
Well...
we sure did it,
didn't we?
Yep.
Hell, you did it all.
The whole thing
was quite impressive
from top to bottom.
Kind of reminded me
of somebody
I used to know.
My dad, right?
No. Me.
Thanks for
bringing me around.
Welcome home, Bob.
I knew it was
a good idea coming here.
Well, what can I say,
Bowler,
except that
you were right?
Well, anybody want
a drink? I'm buying.
Uh, except you.
No, thanks.
I'm not drinking.
So, I suppose now
you're in a rush
to leave.
Well, there were
a few leads on Bly
I wanted to check
in El Dorado.
But that can wait.
But not forever.
Let's start with today.
You've done
enough damage,
I think.
You want damage?
No.
Then shut your mouth
and do your job.
Whatever you say,
Sheriff.
Dad.
You've got
to come home.
I'm--I'm working,
Annie.
Mayor said I got
a job to do.
Bishop Brackman's
looking for you.
Just the man
I want to see.
Well, then
turn around,
Sheriff.
Bishop, you're
under arrest
for the murder
of Carl Rickertson.
[CHUCKLES]
Was that that
sodbuster's
name?
Yeah.
Barney, set me up,
would you?
Right away.
Give me your gun.
Whatever
he's having.
It must be good.
Evening,
Miss Annie.
You're
looking hotter
than a pistol
this evening.
I'll buy you
a drink?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Question like that
probably leaves
a sour taste
in your mouth,
doesn't it?
[CHUCKLES]Just get out.
Your family's caused
enough trouble
in this town.
Give me your gun,
Bishop.
Aah!
Dad!
Things are gonna change.
Oh, yeah? Who's
going to change 'em?
Which one you want?
All of 'em.
I got your letter.
It's about time.
Uhh. County.
[LAUGHS WEAKLY]
Long time no see.
Get a good look.
[CHUCKLES]
Impressive.
[SIGHS]
Welcome home, Brisco.
Well, isn't
this a picture
for the dime novels?
The prodigal son
returns.
Hello, Mr. Brackman.
What have you done
here, Brisco?
Oh, uh, Bishop and I
were just getting
reacquainted.
Olaf, go get
your brother.
Bishop's under arrest.
Nobody's arresting
nobody.
Least of all
for the killing
of a sodbuster
putting up fence
on Brackman land.
That sounds like
an arresting offense
to me.
I've been grazing
my cattle
in Echo Valley
for the last
30 years.
I'm not about
to sit still
while a bunch
of homesteaders
come in and
take my land.
It was government land.
They sold it.
It's that kind
of thinking
that's gonna
get your daddy
in a heap
of trouble.
Get out!
Brisco...
feel free to drop by
your old family home
while you're
in town.
I think I added
some nice touches.
You let the house
go so cheaply
when your dad died,
I feel like
I've taken
advantage of you.
[HORSES WHINNEYING
AND MEN SHOUTING]
What happened
to him, Annie?
He's been this way
since Bly's gang
gunned down
your father.
He blames himself
for not being able
to save him.
Well, no one could.
You know the way
things have
always been
with the Brackmans.
He's been trying
to run this town
his way for years.
Yeah, I remember.
Now with
your dad gone
and my dad
like this,
there's no one
to keep Brackman
in check.
I'm gonna go get him
a blanket.
So that's Annie, huh?
Yep.
The girl was
like a sister,
the two of you raised
side by side,
what with your mama
passed on
and Brisco Sr. always
on the road and all that?
Are you coming
to a point, Bowler?
Yeah.
I seen a lot of fellas
look at sisters
in my time.
Uh-huh?
But not like this.
Oh, yeah?
What am I
looking like?
Like you been shot
by one of Cupid's
little arrows.
[SCOFFS]
Hee hee hee!
Yeah, that's why
we stopped here.
Forget about that lead
on Bly 30 miles west.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
When we met
on the trail,
you're the one
who said that
you wanted
to see my hometown.
What happened
between you and Annie?
Forget it, Bowler.
I never get to hear
the juicy part.
What part?
Ignore him.
What's the story
with Bishop?
Federal marshals are
coming in 2 days
to pick him up on
that murder charge.
Dad's got
to arrest him
and keep him
locked up until
then.
But if he tries,
Brackman's gonna
kill him.
Well, then I'll
bring in Bishop.
You sure you want
to get involved?
I already am.
You know where this
is going to lead.
No, but
I'm willing
to find out.
Bowler, you're
free to go.
And I'm free
to stay, too.
Besides, I got a feeling
there might be something
in this for me.
Like what?Oh, I don't know.
Just call it
my sixth sense.
Alright. Well,
come on. Let's go.
At least we know
where Bishop is.
Don't go
to your old house.
Too many Brackman
ranch hands.
You'll most likely
find him back at
the saloon anyway.
Upstairs.
Lulu is still
renting out rooms
by the hour?
It's a thriving business.
Sheesh,
come on, Bowler.
Uh, who's Lulu?
You don't want
to know, Bowler.
Yeah, I want to know.
Bowler, how are you
at back rubs?
Huh?
Ahh, what's that
called again?
Foreplay.
Mmm. Feels good.
You ought to
take more time
to relax, Bishop.
Yeah.
Yeah, ever since
I peppered
that sodbuster,
I been feeling
kind of tense.
Yeah...
Ooh! Ooh,
that feels good, darling.
Yeah.
Had another sap
in my sights,
but he's probably
long gone by now.
Scared off
by the Brackman clan.
Heh heh heh heh.
Uh, who was that?
Brisco County, Jr.
Son of the famous
marshal?
Dead famous marshal.
Play some more
of that fore stuff
on my neck here.
It's mighty tight.
How's that?
Feel better?
Hey!
What's the matter,
Bishop,
something rub you
the wrong way?
County.
You're under arrest.
What the hell?
Well, aren't
I something?
Hmm.
Brisco County, Jr.
Some things
never change.
Alright, Barney,
open up.
Time for breakfast.
I want my boy!
Hey!
That's enough!
Back off, County!
Don't make me ruin
your good looks.
If my boy isn't released
from that cell immediately,
there's going to be
hell to pay.
Mm-hmm.
Bishop stays locked up
until the federal marshal
takes him to trial.
You amateur.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
This isn't a game, boy.
This is for real.
I wonder if
you know how real.
I'd listen to him,
Brackman.
Is that right,
you pathetic drunk?
Your boy's
going to trial, mack.
I hardly think so.
Let me at him, Pop.
I can take him.
The only thing you're going
to take is my orders.
Now, shut up.
Ride out of here,
Mr. Brackman,
or I'll going to be forced
to lock up you and Olaf, too.
He ain't
got the right.
He ain't sheriff.
He is now.
I just
appointed him.
Mr. Dartly.
It's Mayor Dartly now.
Good to see you, son.
You couldn't have come
at a better time.
This town is so worthless,
it needs two sheriffs--
a punk and a drunk.
We got one sheriff,
Mr. Brackman,
and he just told you
to get out of town.
Didn't he?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I did.
This isn't over.
Enjoy your new job.
It's only for two days.
We need you here.
Please, Brisco.
You're our only hope.
Otherwise,
Brackman's going to
never be stopped.
Well, sure. Uh,
how hard could it be?
Yee-haw!
What was that?
John Kern
and Brad McNamara.
They like to race.
Slow down!
Is there a problem?
No, sir,
just a question.
You want me
to wear that?
Seems I don't have
much choice
in the matter.
The mayor tells me
that Brackman is
systematically
forcing settlers
out of Echo Valley.
Brackman keeps himself
at arm's length.
He's got his goons
ripping out the fences,
burning down homes,
and now trying
to kill people.
His goons won't stop
till the whole valley's
back in his control.
I'm offering
to help you
stop him, sir.
Well, I don't need
any help.
I got
this job licked.
There's still a family
out there
in Echo Valley, Bob.
The Nordlingers.
They told the mayor
that Brackman's men
gave them till today
to clear out.
Now, I'm going
out there.
Do what you want.
Brisco needs
your help, daddy,
and you need him.
I've given up
on helping Countys.
The last train ride
I took with your father
convinced me of that.
I was right behind him.
He didn't wait for me.
He opened that door.
What was he thinking?
He wasn't
thinking anything.
He was just doing
his job.
Oh, my God!
Get out, you Swedes!
Get out before
we burn you out.
Why, you ain't Swedish.
Don't let that
stop you.
Hey, flip me the bird!
Aah!
Nice work.
Maybe I ought
to deputize you.
Deputize the goose.
When this is over,
we'll have to take ourselves
up to Big River.
I'll buy you
a nice dinner,
and we can talk about
how funny this all is.
You'll be too busy
hanging from a rope.
Ever the optimist, huh?
My dad's not going
to let that happen.
What do you want,
Olaf?
I just came
to visit my brother.
Take your gun off.
Alright.
Whatever you say.
Hands up.
Come on. Move.
Sure.
Move.
Well, now, you can
do that all day.
Well, it looks like
you're out of luck,
little brother.
She's still hot
on Brisco.
Alright.
Visiting hours
are over.
So how was your day?
Oh, just fine.
Yee-ha!
Doesn't this job
ever end?
Forget it.
You'll never catch them.
They've got
the fastest horses
in the territory.
Yeah? They haven't
seen Comet.
Yah! Come on, Comet.
Come on, boy.
Yee-haw!
[WHISTLES]
Hey! Pull over!
You heard me!
Pull over!
I said stop already.
Pull over
to the Boardwalk.
Alright, now.
Put your hands
where I can see them.
Get down off
your horses, please.
Do you two
have any idea
how fast
you were going?
Pretty fast.
How much have you
had to drink, son?
Just one beer.Yeah, one.
Alright, step away
from the animals.
Put your feet together,
arms out at your side.
Close your eyes.
Tilt your heads back.
Now touch your noses.
Fine.
Now don't let me catch you
racing through town again.
You understand?
Yes, sir.Get out of here.
Thank you, sir.
Brisco.
What now,
some cat up a tree?
Someone wants
to talk to you.
Who?
Me.
It's been a long time
since we've been
up here.
You miss it?
Yeah. There's
a lot of things
I miss around here.
Water looks good.
Yeah.
You want to go in?
I'm not dressed
for it.
No. You undress
for it.
I dare you.
Oh, don't you remember?
Don't dare Annie.
Oh, yeah,
I remember.
I'll do it.
You will, huh?
Go ahead.
Dare me again.
I dare you.
So why'd you come back?
I got your letter.
Uh-huh.
I don't know
if you want me
out here for you
or to help Bob.
Oh, it's all tied
together.
You help dad,
you help me.
I missed you, Annie.
Do you still love me?
Things are different.
Oh, sure. Things got
so different,
you had to up
and go 3,000 miles
away to school.
One moment we're kids,
riding horses
in the mountains
and wrestling
in the barn and--
skinny-dipping
right here.
Then, next thing
you know,
we're not kids
anymore.
I was scared, too.
We were too young,
Annie.
It's better
that I left.
Look, I'm no
lovesick fool.
It's County blood
you've got in you.
Always leaving.
That's a requirement.
What ticks me off
is that you waited
so long to come home.
Well, I'm here now.
Why are you here?
John Bly's not going
to be out there
forever.
I wanted to know
if I could come
back home again.
See how that
might feel.
That's funny.
Why?
I've been wondering
if I could ever leave.
How that might feel.
Brisco, where the heck
have you been?
My name is Brackman.
Some of you
may have heard of me.
I've got a job
for anybody willing
to kill a man.
The pay is $5,000.
Who's the goat,
the president himself?
Brisco County, Jr.
I want him dead...
and no tracks
leading to me.
Where's he going?
We got a job.
No. Not so fast.
There's some other folks
that might be interested.
He says no.
And who's he?
This here's Utah
Johnny Montana.
That's some name.
It used to be
Utah John Cougar
Montana,
but he dropped
the Cougar
because he thought
it was pretentious.
I never heard neither
of those names.
He's only the
fastest gun alive.
37-0.
He did take a bullet
in the throat,
so he allows
that one a draw.
Well, how would he feel
about a bullet
in the heart?
Alright, sir.
Your challenge
is met.
You may draw
your gun, aim,
and squeeze
the trigger
when ready.
Mr. Montana will
remain holstered
until such time as
your finger twitches.
At that point,
he will defend himself
as he sees fit.
You got
to be kidding.
No.
Proceed
at your own risk.
You stupid fool.
Aah! Aah!
Have a nice day, gents.
Write if you
get work.
Uh, howdy, citizen.
You're up mighty
early, ain't you?
What are you doing?
Me? Just making sure
the streets are safe
for little folks
like yourself.
You ain't
the new sheriff.
How you know I'm not?
'Cause you don't
look like
a sheriff.
Why not?
'Cause no sheriff
wears a dumb hat
like that.
And who are you,
besides a little
pain in the rear?
The name's Duncan.
You the deputy?
Nope. Just helping
the sheriff out.
You know
Brisco County, Jr.?
Yeah, I know him.
Oh, he's the legend
around here,
just like his daddy.
So I heard.
You, uh, ever hear
of me,
Lord Bowler?
No, but everyone says
that if anyone
can make things right
around here,
it's Sheriff County.
Yeah, with my help.
Nobody talked
about you.
Maybe you should
educate them some.
Let's see how much
you help first.
What's that
you're eating?
Doughnut. Want one?
You got an extra?
Got a whole bag.
You want
jelly-filled,
powder, or custard?
Custard.
Is this custard?
Yep.
Thanks.
Well, you better get
before somebody
misses you.
Okay.
See you, deputy
Lord Bowler.
Thanks for the doughnut,
Duncan.
You're welcome.
Mmm.
You remember
the last time we
were out all night?
Oh, yeah.
Remember the time
your dad caught us
in your room?
Never want to go
through that again.
He was so mad,
I thought he'd
keep me locked up
till I was 90.
Oh, Brisco,
now I wish he'd
just talk to me.
Don't you worry, Annie.
We'll get him
through this.
Whoo!
Hey!
[GUNSHOT]
[LOW RUMBLE]
What's that?
That's a stampede.
[CATTLE LOWING]
Aah!
Annie!
Aah!
[GUNSHOTS]
BRISCO:
Come on, Bowler. Shoot!
Go!
Aah!
Stay down.
Whoo!
[GUNSHOTS]
Better make some room
in there, Bishop,
'cause Olaf's going
to be joining you.
Where are
you going?
Brackman's ranch.
Where's dad?
Uh-oh.
Dad!
Looks like he
beat you to the punch.
Hyah!
Where's Olaf?
He's under arrest.
Well, two sheriffs.
Glad you're both here.
I was just making
arrangements for bail
on certain individuals
currently in your custody.
There's no bail
on a murder charge.
I'm talking about
my ranch hands.
Where's Olaf?
He's not here.
I have no idea
where he is.
I suggest you
get out of my home.
Is that a threat?
Hell, yes.
It's a threat.
Keep a lid on it,
Brackman.
$100 each.
That is the proper
amount, I think.
Now get back to town
and set my ranch hands free.
You're a piece
of work.
The west is changing,
Brisco.
I'd have thought
your father's death
would've hammered home
that reality.
Men like you
are passé.
You and your guns
and your horses
and your outmoded
codes of honor--
it's all dust
in the changing wind,
and I am that wind.
Yeah, and you're
a bag of it.
If I see Olaf,
I'll tell him
you're looking for him.
Thanks for saving
me a trip, Brisco.
Hope you like
what I've done
with the house.
Shut the door
on the way out.
Well, what do you think?
Not a problem.
We don't need
this guy, dad.
I can handle it.
You can't handle
a stiff breeze.
Was that your idea
of a clever plan,
running them down
with a bunch of cows?
It would've worked, too--
Shut up!
We're not going
to dirty our hands
or give them any excuse
to put us behind bars.
Utah Johnny Montana
will eliminate
Brisco County, Jr.
for us.
Utah Johnny Montana,
huh?
So where you from,
Johnny?
Oh, what's the matter,
cat got your tongue?
Boy's mother dropped him
once too often, Johnny.
Show a little respect,
you idiot.
I'm sorry.
He's from Idaho.
Been lots of fun.
Sorry it was
so short.
He'll be back.
In your dreams,
County.
Finding what
you need, Bob?
No, not yet.
What's happening,
Brisco?
I'm going to bring
Olaf in.
Alright,
I'm with you.
No, maybe you ought
to stay here and keep
your eye on Bishop.
You go on.
I can handle Bishop.
Right now, I dont' think
you can handle anything.
Don't get cocky
with me, kid.
Alright, fine.
Mabye I'll just get mad.
Why did you
have to go
and do that?
Because you're
killing yourself, Bob.
Maybe I am.
All those years
with dad gone
all the time,
you're the closest thing
I ever had to a father.
You were the sheriff.
You held this town
together.
I'm still
holding it together!
Like hell you are!
You're a drunk!
If my father
were still alive,
he'd be ashamed
to ride with you.
And so am I.
Where are you going?
I'm riding
with Brisco.
I need to grab my gun
up at the house.
Thank you, Brisco.
You're lying!
I am not!
Honey, listen to me!
I never want
to see you again!
Please, darlin'!
Hey, hey,
what's the problem?
He is a lying,
cheating--
She's confused.
And you're a pig!
Okay. That's enough.
You, stand over there.
You, over there.
Arrest him.
What for?
Two-timing.
You been cheating
on your sweetie?
No!
Liar!
Please, honey--
Where were you
all hours of the
night, then, huh?
I...
I can't tell you.
I hate you!
Okay. Knock it off,
or I'm gonna
run both of you in.
You got proof
he been two-timing?
A woman knows.
Well, that's
good enough for me.
What?
Come on, fella.
See how you like
the hoosegow.
But--but--No buts about it.
Two-timing is
a two-year offense.
But you don't
understand! You...
Okay. Alright.
Alright.
I've been working
down at Schroeder's
Livery at nights.
Been saving up to buy...
To buy her
an engagement ring.
What?
You're gonna have to
do better than that.
Let's go, son.
No, no. Wait, wait.
Don't tell me
you believe him.
Will you marry me?
Yes!
Yes?
Oh, yes! Yes!
Yahoo!
We're getting
married! Aah!
I'm beginning
to enjoy this job.
Whoo!
Whoo!
You remember
when that was taken?
Oh, yeah.
Fourth of July.
Think I must have been
about 9 or 10.
Dad always said
you had
her sense of humor
and her smile.
What's going to
happen to dad?
Well,
that's up to him.
I've tried everything,
Brisco.
I know.
I just want him better.
Nothing's...
like it used to be.
Maybe some things.
Yeah.
Maybe some things.
Sir.
Dad!
Uh, it's not
what you think--
we were just
grabbing--
handling, um...
[GROANS]
Dad?
Aah!
Bowler
went for food.
I got too close
to Bishop's cell.
Turnes my back,
and next thing I know,
he stuck me
and got the keys.
It's nothing serious.
I'm fine, really.
Just be quiet and rest.
Forget about that.
We got to catch him.
Annie's right, Bob.So am I.
You're hurt.
Nothing like
a stab in the back
to sober a man up.
Tell you the truth,
I feel better
than I've felt in
a long time, darlling.
He almost killed you.
I almost killed me...
with a bottle.
You were right, Brisco.
Doing the job.
That's what
it's all about.
I feel ready now--
ready to work.
Come on. Get me
out of this bed.
Annie, shoot him
in the big toe
if he gets ornery.
What about Bishop?
Let Bowler
bring Bishop back in.
Bowler?
Yeah, last person
Bishop wants after him
is Lord Bowler.
He's the best tracker
in the West.
Any luck?
Nope.
At least none for Bishop.
I had a little bit,
however.
Where'd he get
the knife?
Olaf.
Whoa! Run, run!
Get down!
Got you, Brisco.
It's Olaf.
Time to pull
this wild card
from the deck.
You wouldn't hit
a girl, would you?
Who are you?
What do you want?
He's Utah
Johnny Montana.
Here's the plan--
we exchange Cavendish
for Bishop in one hour.
Main street. Be there.
Or things could get
mighty ugly.
Mighty ugly already.
Ow.
Hi, Olaf. I can see
your house from here.
Now give it up.
[PANTS TEAR]
Olaf...
you need
a better tailor.
They've got Dad.
Who does?
Utah Johnny Montana.
They want to exchange him
for Bishop.
Utah Johnny Montana?
Oh, ho ho ho.
Who is he?
Hired gun.
Any good?
He killed
Coop Mitchell.
Coop Mitchell
is dead?
Maybe Utah's just
passing through.
He never just
passes through.
You know, Coop was
kind of slowing down
last time I saw him.
No, he wasn't.
Maybe
just a little?
Not at all.
Bowler, I got enough
to worry about.
So what you
going to do?
Make the switch.
But what about Montana?
I'll take him.
Are you sure?
What do you
want me to do?
Annie, get your gun.
Come on.
No hurry.
No surprises.
Just walk down there
like it's
a Sunday stroll.
After we make
the exchange,
take them all out.
Is that clear?
Clear as glass.
You're under arrest.
No!
Alright. Whoa.
That's for that
hideous wallpaper
you put up in my
dad's living room.
Nice work.
Any sign of Montana?
Here.
He's calling you out.
It's over.
Not yet.
Utah Johnny Montana
is here to do the job
needs doing.
You're it.
Besides, he always
wanted to try his hand
against a County.
Alright.
Oh, no, Johnny.
Aaah!
Eh, I knew
you could do it.
Exactly what was it
you just did?
I put a bullet
down his barrel.
Blew up his chamber.
This guy killed
Coop Mitchell?
Nah. I just
told you that
'cause I wanted you
on your toes.
$1,000 bounty,
here I come.
Sheriff Cavendish?
Right here.
I'm U.S. Attorney
Breakstone.
I'm here to collect
one Bishop Brackman
to answer to the charge
of murder.
Right, sir.
And, uh...
I have a few others
you may be interested in.
Well...
we sure did it,
didn't we?
Yep.
Hell, you did it all.
The whole thing
was quite impressive
from top to bottom.
Kind of reminded me
of somebody
I used to know.
My dad, right?
No. Me.
Thanks for
bringing me around.
Welcome home, Bob.
I knew it was
a good idea coming here.
Well, what can I say,
Bowler,
except that
you were right?
Well, anybody want
a drink? I'm buying.
Uh, except you.
No, thanks.
I'm not drinking.
So, I suppose now
you're in a rush
to leave.
Well, there were
a few leads on Bly
I wanted to check
in El Dorado.
But that can wait.
But not forever.
Let's start with today.