03x07 - Deadly is the Night

[bunniefuu]

MATT: Time never goes fast
when you want it to, does it?

You won't get away
with this, Dyer.

Oh, I think we will.

Been over an hour
since we walked
through the doors of your bank.

So far we're better off
than your deposit is.



You'll never live
to spend that money.

Uh, no,
that's where you're wrong.

The posses that are
out hunting for us

ain't looking in their
own backyard.

You're mighty sure
of yourself, aren't you?

I'm sure of one thing,
the last place the law

will look for us
is in the home of the man

whose bank was robbed.

You don't think
I live here alone, do you?

My wife
and brother-in-law

will be back soon
and then--

Your wife left you
for good 6 weeks ago,

hasn't been
seen in Granite City since.

And your brother-in-law
lives in Sedalia.

You're not even
on speaking terms.

Hogwash, all of it.

I don't like being
argued with.

You see, I make it
my business to know.

So you just sit tight.

Wipe the steam off
your glasses.

Rider coming in, Matt.

That's all right,
it's Rafe.

Let him in.

What's the matter with you?

You expecting
somebody else?

Matt, the sheriff's got
a lot of men strung up

between here
and Laramie.

It's pretty tricky
getting through.

I marked the main points
they'll be watching.

We'll probably have
to use the back trail.

Let's see that map.

Matt, what about him?

Yeah, what about him?

Here.

You got everything
you need?

Everything
but a good education, Charlie.

I reckon
it's too late for that.

Sure appreciate
you riding up this way.

With these mares
you brought in,

we should have
some fine colts growing up

next summer.

Well, you helped Slim
and me when we needed it.

It's time
we returned the favor.

Give him my best
when you get in, will you?

And to Mike and Daisy, too.

I'll do that, Charlie.

So long.So long.

Hold it, right there.

Yeah, I'm real sorry
about this.

Here, here are

your papers back
and your g*n.

Who were you sh**ting at,
me or my horse?

Is he hurt bad?

You just nicked his hoof.
You could have k*lled him.

Well, I can't just
keep saying I'm sorry,

but-- but I am.

Your hollered for me to stop.

Why didn't you give me a chance
to pull up before you cut loose?

Well, guess I'm a little jumpy

after what happened
in town this morning.

Am I supposed to know?

Oh, I figured
you'd heard.

Matt Dyer and his g*ng held up
the bank in Granite City.

Got away with 20,000.

What's that got
to do with me?

I thought you might be
one of them.

Sheriff's got men posted
all along the roads

between here and Laramie.

This is one time
Dyer's gonna know

he's been in a fight.

Or anybody else that happens
along the road, huh?

Can't afford to take chances
with Dyer, you know that.

All I know
is I'm sticking

to the backcountry
from here on.

It seems to be
the only safe place.

If you do happen to run
into any of the deputies,

you tell them
I said you're all right.

Name's Bud,

Bud Willaby.

Thanks. I will,
if they don't sh**t me first.

Oh, come here.
You're not going anywhere.

Howdy, ma'am.

Afternoon.

You Ma Tolliver?

Well, I sure ain't
Lillie Langtry.

My name is
Jess Harper, ma'am.

I work
for the Sherman relay station

outside of Laramie.

Yeah, I heard about you.

You look all right.

Did this place used to be
a relay station?

And a darn good one, too,

until some smarty pants
in an office,

who probably didn't know
his ear from a whiffletree,

decided to re-route
the line.

You reckon you could put me up
for the night, ma'am?

My horse has gone lame.

Dollar a night,
plain food and a hard bed.

Well, it sounds fine to me.

Well, it ain't,
but it won't k*ll you.

Put your horse in the barn,
come on in the kitchen.

Coffee is on.

And while
you're about it,

bring in some wood
for the stove.

Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.

You sure about the name?

It was Bud Willaby
that downed your horse?

That's right.

Not that I think
he meant to,

and it's probably
just a case of buck fever.

Well, it seems
any trouble around,

Bud will just naturally
run into it.

Well, he's likely
to outgrow that.

Most men do.

Yeah, if he lives
long enough.

You thinking about
Matt Dyer?

Well, the men
that ride with him anyhow.

You know, Bud's not much
more than an overgrown kid.

And if he runs
into that outfit,

he'll wind up full of
more holes than a gillnet.

Sounds like you know him
pretty well.

Well, ought to, he drops
around here often enough,

but he's company.

We don't get much
of that anymore.

Why don't you
move into town?

Too civilized.

I like to remember
Granite City the way

it was in its heyday,

wide open,
a real ripsnorter,

with all the stops pulled out.

How long ago was that?

Ten, fifteen years.

The James boys
and the Daltons

used to come through
there regularly.

They were real men.

All you had to do is
take a look at them

to know it.

They don't come
like that nowadays.

Maybe it's just
as good, Ma.

That was a pretty bad bunch.

Most of them finished up
on the wrong end of a rope.

Yeah.

The man that helped me

build this place
ended up like that.

But I ain't seen
his equal since,

not by a long sight.

[ horse neighing ]

Oh, that girl
is gonna k*ll herself

trying to break
that horse.

Who is she?

My granddaughter.

The horse ain't about
to be broken.

At leastwise not by her.

I told her, but she's
full of a lot of ideas.

She's bound
to learn her own way.

Matt,
it's getting late.

We can't wait for her
any longer.

I know.

Maybe she just got
things mixed up.

I mean, where she's supposed
to meet us.

Yeah.

Chances are we get
to Ma Tolliver,

she'll be waiting
there for you.

Rafe, you go ahead
down the road,

make sure it's safe.

Alby, take care of
our tracks, will you?

All right,
Mr. Thomas,

mount up,
we're moving along.

To where?

You'll know
when we get there.

Something's wrong,
isn't it, Matt?

Getting away is not quite
as simple as you thought.

Eh, it's just a little bit
of woman trouble,

nothing to get
your hopes up about it.

All right.

Whoever she is,
I hope she has sense enough

to realize
when she's well-off.

Yeah, it's hard to tell about
a woman sometimes.

Your kind, perhaps.

Oh, she's your kind, too.

Fact is, you hired her
to work in your bank.

Keep his head up!

Watch yourself!

Now stay
in the middle of him!

Go on,
give him some steel!

What are you trying to do,
break your neck?

It's my neck I fell on.

Haven't you got
more sense than to try

and ride a bronc
like that?

You think you can do
any better?

I didn't say that.

Well, you're pretty good
at giving advice

when somebody else
is in the saddle.

Or don't you ever ride?

[ horse neighing ]

Whoa.

Whoa.

I've worn him down some,

but watch how
you mount him.

Just let me handle it
my way, huh?

Go right ahead.

Hold still now.
Be gentle now.

Gentle, boy.

Whoa.

Okay, gentle.

Dadgummit.

Okay, mister,
let's try that again.

You all right?

Yeah, I reckon.

I don't know how you stayed
on as long as you did.

Well, ain't
no mystery to that.

I was afraid to get off.

Well, you came close to proving
what they always say,

"Never a horse
that can't be rode."

"And never a man
that can't be throwed."

You didn't tell me
what a good rider you are.

Aren't you gonna tell me
your name either?

Jess Harper, ma'am.

Mine's Sue.

Uh, you staying
overnight?

Well,
I was planning on it.

That's good.

Why is it good?

Well, it's a relief
when anything happens

around this place.

Living here is about
as exciting as living

at the bottom
of a well.

Is that all you want
is excitement?

Maybe not, but it sure
would be a change.

We better get that
horse of yours in the barn

before he stiffens up
and turns gentle.

Hey, you got dirt
on your nose.

Oh.

You mean, you were actually
there in St. Louis?

Just for a while.

I've never gone
any further than Granite City,

if you can call
that going any place.

St. Louis, oh, that must be
wonderful.

All those fancy stores
and dancing at the cotillion

with all those
handsome men.

Aren't there any men
around here?

Since they re-routed
the stage line,

we might as well be
on an island.

Bud Willaby is the only one
I ever see.

He's only 24.

Well, he don't seem
too bad.

You know him?

More or less.

Well, can you
imagine kissing him?

You think
that would be any fun?

Not for me.

Well,
not for me either.

I mean, Bud's all right.
He really is.

It's just that it's--
it's not exciting.

Well, now maybe
you're just hard to please.

Do you ever kiss girls?

Now and then.

Sometimes it's special,
sometimes it isn't.

Yeah, I reckon.

Well, then you understand
what I mean about Bud.

Just isn't exciting.

Do you think it'd be
exciting to kiss me?

Now wait a minute,
Sue.

Well, we're gonna try it
sooner or later,

it might
as well be now.

Sure is different than
kissing Bud.

Now listen, Sue.

Let's try it again.

BUD: Hey, you get away
from her!

Oh, Bud, stop acting
like you own me.

We'll see about that.

Now look, Bud,
I don't want to hurt you.

Now give me
a chance to explain.

[ horse neighing ]

[ sighs ]

Oh, Bud, why don't you stop?
You can't lick him.

Uh, I reckon not,
but I'd sure like to.

Oh, you needn't feel
that way, Bud.

Looked about even to me
until Jess here threw you

that lucky one.

Yeah, she's right,
Bud.

You're rougher
than a cop.

You're not bad yourself.

But I still say
you leave my girl alone.

You got nothing
to worry about.

Nothing to worry about?

After what I just saw
where you and Sue were--

Whatever you saw,
you should have been

doing it yourself.

A woman likes to know
where she stands with a man,

and you better be
able to show her.

Well, I might
just do that.

I'd like to see you try.

Well, I will.

Don't you worry
about that.

Right now I think
I better be getting back

on the job.

I'll get your horse.

I just stopped by to tell you
that Matt Dyer

held up the bank and--

I already heard.

Oh.

Well, you be careful
because he's around...

someplace.

Don't you worry,
because I'll be around, too.

So long.

You know, when I first met him
I thought he was

a dadgum tangle-foot.

Now I ain't so sure.

Maybe I will sell
this place someday

and move into town.

Only it seems so final,
almost like being buried.

Well, from the way Sue talks,
that's the way

she feels about
staying here.

That's no job
for a man.

Ha!

Never heard
you complain about it

when Bud's
peeling potatoes.

That's different.

He takes
to an apron like a duck

takes to water.

You know, you make
so much noise about

not liking that guy,

I get the feeling you're trying
to convince yourself.

[ knocking on door ]

Who can that be?

I'll get it.

You worried about
something, Jess?

Just playing it safe, Ma.

[ knocking on door ]

Excuse me, but--

What's this?

It's a g*n. I'm sure
you've seen one before.

Well, I'll be.
[ chuckles ]

You're Jess Harper,
aren't you?

That's right.

You still going
by Rafe Andrews

or you got
a different handle now?

No, name's the same.

Imagine running into you
after all these years.

Five for that bank job.

Yeah. But, Jess, you,
you shouldn't have turned me in.

It just wasn't
friendly like.

I got kind of tired
spending all that time in jail.

And I--
I paid for my mistake.

It's all over
and done with.

What do you want here?

Just a place to put up
for the night.

You see, I--

I lucked into a good
honest job up north.

And I don't want to be
all tuckered out

when I get there.

Dollar a night,
plain food and a hard bed.

Well, I'll be
much obliged, ma'am...

unless you're going
to be overcrowded.

No, nobody here
but us.

Put your horse
in the barn.

Well, thank you,
much obliged.

I hope you know
what you're doing, Ma.

Put your hands up.

Like I told you,
it just wasn't friendly

you turning me in,
Jess.

We'll get together
on that little later.

Right now
I want you all outside.

Come on, move.

How'd everything go?

Piece of cake.

Nobody here but them.

Only supposed to be
the two women. Who's he?

This fellow here cost me


I figured you might
want to meet him

before I g*n him down.

I told you I don't want
any trouble here.

We're gonna have
a nice, quiet visit.

It's up to you, Matt.

Your name's Dyer, huh?

That's right, ma'am.

Well, I've known
the best of them,

Frank and Jesse James
and the Daltons

and Ringo.

You got the same look
about you.

Yeah.

Listen, Rafe...

All right now,
don't try it, son.

I said I wanted
a nice, quiet visit.

Don't make me
change my mind.

All right, help
the deputy off his horse.

I don't need any help.

So you did try to go up
against him, huh?

Yeah, he's a good boy.

Ain't very smart about
judging odds, though.

He let into us like
he had a whole regiment

behind him.

Oh, Bud.

All right,
everybody into it.

Alby,
take the horses in the barn

and keep
out a sharp eye.

Hmm?Right.

Put that g*n back.

What, leave it around
for one of you to use on us? No.

Not likely, ma'am.

[ door opens ]

There's a plug in the barrel,
you can see for yourself.

I pulled the firing pin, too,
so nobody else could use it.

This is one of the
original Spencer repeaters,

good heft,
nice action, too.

Why do you want to keep it
from being used?

Belonged to Buckskin
Frank Leslie.

Oh.

And I didn't want no one else
totting his r*fle around

when he got put away.

Yeah, I bumped
into Leslie once, sure,

up in...
where I grew up.

He had the whole town
up a tree,

including the marshal
who was gonna arrest me

for stealing his fish pole.

How well did you know him?

I guess I was in love with
Frank for around 20 years.

He helped build this place.

They broke the mold
when they laid him away.

How long are you gonna
keep us here, Dyer?

Well, that depends.

That posse is gonna catch
your trail sooner or later.

Yeah.

See, that's why I'm keeping
all of you around,

what you might
call insurance.

Go on, sit down
where you were.

Why don't you tell them
what you're actually

waiting for, Dyer?

For that woman of yours
who helped rob my bank.

Now we wouldn't
want to do that, would we?

Then I'd have to explain
to them why your wife

up and left you.

You were involved with
another woman, weren't you?

Yeah,
you're a good nurse.

I'm glad you approve.

Here's your b*llet.

Here.

Want this
for a souvenir?

Yeah.

And I won't be forgetting

how I got it

or who it was
that gave it to me.

Look, you're a real nice boy,
and you got a real nice gal.

Now don't spoil it all
by getting yourself k*lled.

You don't care how many men
you k*ll, do you?

I don't care
how many men I have to.

I only do what has
to be done.

Every time I k*ll a man,
it ain't for fun.

It's just...

the nature of the business
that I'm in.

[ chuckles ]
Business?

You don't even know
the meaning of the word.

Well, now maybe I haven't
had all the fancy training

you've had, but I ain't
exactly broke either.

A lot of good
it'll do you

when they put that rope
around your neck.

Now listen, banker,

you keep
a civil tongue in your head

or I'm liable
to cash you in.

I thought you only did
what you had to, Dyer.

Or are you making
an exception?

You know what,
Jess?

I always said
you talk too much.

All right now,
back off.

All right,
back off I said!

Matt, there's a posse
coming in.

Matt Dyer?

No, Sheriff, haven't seen
hide nor hair of him.

Well, he's around here
somewhere. You be careful.

You stay in the house
and keep your door locked.

I'll do that.

Dyer is a bad number.

He'll just leave,
sh**t you down

in cold blood
as to look at you.

All right, Sheriff,
we'll be careful.

I don't much
like the idea

of you and Sue
staying out here alone.

Maybe you better
go on into town.

I'll send one of my men in
with you.

Oh, that's very kind of you,
Sheriff,

but we'll be all right.

I hope so, Ma.

You be careful,
you hear?

I'll do just that.

Ma, have you seen
anything of Bud?

Bud?

No, not today.

He's supposed to be patrolling
this road up the forge.

We haven't seen
a thing of him.

Of course, he could be off
on the wrong trail.

He's that anxious to get
a crack at Dyer,

he could have
worked himself over

into the next county
by now.

Last time he was riding.

Oh, Ma, you happen
to have an extra saddle cinch

around the place?

The one I got is about
worn through.

Yeah, there's a couple

hanging on the end
of the barn.

Just help yourself.

Thanks, Ma.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Well, you played
that real smart.

You're all right.

Do you mean what you said
about sh**ting these people

if I told the sheriff
you were here?

Every word.

Starting with Sue?

Starting with Sue.

I thought you were
man enough to sh**t it out

with the posse instead of hiding
behind women's skirts.

Mm-hmm.
I didn't like the odds.

See, in my business,
getting into a fight's easy.

The trick is
to stay out of the ones

you're not sure
of winning.

Well, the men
I used to know

wouldn't have
played it that way.

Yeah.

Maybe that's why
they're all dead.

[ horse neighing ]

He's up in the house,
all right, Davey.

Ma never owned more than
two horses in her life.

There's half a dozen
in that barn right now.

Figure Dyer's woman
was telling the truth.

When I tried
to put her in jail,

all she was interested in was
saving her hide.

Trouble is
we can't take him now.

Too many people
in the line of fire.

How many g*n slingers
you figure they got in there?

We got to make
a real good fight out of it.

But all we can do is
ride up the road there

and drop off
up among the trees,

wait for them
to come out.

You better fix up
some food.

We got a long ride
ahead of us.

We won't have time
to stop.

I thought you were
waiting for somebody.

I'm through waiting.

When we eat, we ride.

Well, that's more
like it.

How about you?

You hungry?

No, thank you.

All right,
suit yourself.

You better make enough

so we can take
some along with us.

If you think I'm going
to cook for you

after what you've done--

Come on,
I'll help you.

Charlie.

When are you gonna
make a try for them?

You must have
some kind of a plan by now.

You bet I do.
I plan to stay alive.

I'd like the rest of you
to stay alive, too.

Um, you can
set the table.

You mean, you're not
gonna do anything?

What do you want me
to do,

get us all shot like
fish in a rain barrel?

There's a derringer
in the tobacco box

in the other room,
it's loaded.

That's what I'd have to be
to try and use it

against the four of them.

And I thought you were
a better man than Bud.

He's twice
what you'll ever be.

Does Bud know
about that derringer?

I don't know.

He gave it to me
for my birthday.

Maybe he knows
it's in there.

I sure hope he don't.

He's sore enough
to try and use it.

You mind answering
a question, Dyer?

No, go right ahead.

Where do you think
all this is getting you?

I mean, you must have some
goal in mind, some purpose.

Why?
Why?

Because everyone wants
something out of life.

Surely you don't intend
to go on like this forever.

Well, I don't expect
any of us will go on forever.

In the meanwhile,
I just do the best I can.

Holding a g*n
on a few unarmed people?

I'd expect you could do
better than that, Dyer.

Now listen, banker,
you better watch what you say

or something is gonna
catch up with you

that you don't expect.

Oh, uh-uh,

nah, I wouldn't
put too much weight

on that leg.

Now you go on.

You get back, sit down.

Supper's on.

All right,
let's eat.

Come on.

I told you
I didn't care to eat.

Oh, I'm so sorry,
Mr. Thomas.

What I meant
to say was,

we'd appreciate
the pleasure of your company.

Could you
reach the salt?

Just like at home,
nothing works.

What's the matter, Mr. Thomas,
something wrong?

Yes.

Your reputation.

What about it?

I've heard about you.

The fast g*n that works
for the stage line.

Nobody pushes you around.

Well now,
since you're spreading rumors,

I'm glad you picked that one.

Maybe I can get some
elbow room at this table.

My mistake.

Didn't think a man
who'd used his g*n

as much as you have
would bother denying it.

So what?

So look at you, sitting here
as meek as a kitten,

taking orders
from these outlaws,

acting like a scared old lady.

Just staying alive.

There's only one way
you'll do that...

k*lling Dyer.

I thought about that.

The last time
we talked it over,

he didn't like
the idea.

Willaby, aren't you
going to do something?

It's your job, too,
isn't it?

Oh, yes, sir.

County pays me
$41 a month

and a free lot
in Boot Hill.

How much money
do you make, Harper?

Not enough to keep you
in silk shirts.

All right.

Listen to me, both of you,

and you, too,

and you and you.

I'm saying this
in front of witnesses.

I got $10,000 for the man
in this room

that will k*ll Dyer,

$10,000 cash
on the barrelhead.

That's quite an offer,
Mr. Thomas.

I don't think you're gonna
have any takers.

Cowards, all of you.

You know,

I'm getting a little tired
of the sound

of your voice, banker.

Now your proposition
didn't seem to cut any ice,

so I'll make one.

I'll give you a chance
to save $10,000.

All right, stand up.

He said stand up.

Excuse us, ladies.

Here.

Come on, take it!

All right, banker,
make your play.

You wanted me k*lled,
didn't you? Go ahead.

He hasn't a chance, Dyer,
and you know it.

You're faster than he is
when you're half asleep.

Yeah, yeah,
I guess you're right.

All right, let's even
things up a little bit.

Now...

[ chuckles ]

You're closer to k*lling me

than anybody's been
in years.

What are you waiting for?

I know it can't be
because you're afraid to fight,

couldn't be, not the way

you're always pushing
other people to do it for you.

Don't try anything, Thomas.

Just throw the g*n away.
Don't be a fool.

Go on, banker.

Go on, you can do it.

All you got to do is lift up
that barrel and let him have it.

Don't listen to him.

That's right, Ma.
Tell him.

Tell him
how to save his skin.

Tell him how it'll sound
to the whole territory

when they hear that Thomas
had a g*n in his hand

and he didn't have
the nerve to k*ll Matt Dyer.

Tell him how he can close
his ears to what everybody

will be saying,
that he was never anything

but a cheap
ten-horned coward that--

I don't see
how he's still alive.

No thanks to Dyer,
though, huh, Ma?

Don't rub it in,
Jess.

I feel poorly
enough already.

Take a look at this,
maybe you'll feel better.

Ever see a belt buckle
look like that?

Dyer's b*llet
must have hit it square.

That's right.

If it hadn't, he wouldn't be
alive right now.

He seems to be
resting easy enough.

I don't think there's anymore
we can do for him.

Well, everybody seems
to have settled down, huh?

I guess a b*llet's a hint
in any man's language.

That was the most
cold-blooded

sh**ting I ever saw.

Bud, please.

Well, why?

The banker had a g*n,
nobody forced him to use it.

Nobody forced him?
Ha.

You did everything
but wring him in knots.

I did.

That g*n you gave him,
it probably wasn't even loaded.

Well, that's
an interesting thought.

You don't think
this g*n is loaded, huh?

All right,
let's find out.

Don't!

Well...

there was one shot
in it anyway.

Let's see
if there's another, huh?

You just
keep out of this.

You still think
the g*n isn't loaded?

Now there ought to be
one more shot in there.

Just one more.

And you're the man
who never kills

for the fun of it.

That's right, Harper.

Only for business reasons.

See, this man's
a lawman.

Now k*lling him would be
good for business, wouldn't it?

Hold it, Dyer,
all of you.

You, too, Rafe.
Let 'em drop or he gets it.

You, too, Dyer.

I said let it drop.

[ clicks ]

[ men laughing ]

Were you looking
for these?

You didn't think
I'd leave a loaded g*n

lying around,
did you?

How did you know
it was there?

Miss, making sure
of things like that

is part of my business.

Now...

like I was saying,

there ought to be
one more shot left in this.

We'll find out.

Now you watch who you talk
sideways to after this, son.

All right, let's settle down.
We got to get out of here.

Rafe, take a look at the road,
make sure it's clear.

Right.

What's the matter,
Harper?

You mad because
you couldn't get to be a hero?

You ought to be glad
you're still alive.

We'll meet again
someday, Dyer.

When we do,
my g*n will be loaded.

You know something?

There's an awful lot
of trouble in this world.

A man's share of it is sure
to catch up with him.

Nobody ought to go out
looking for it.

[ door opens ]

You see anything?

Yeah, behind the trees,
across the road,

the whole posse.

Did you flash that sheriff
some kind of signal?

You're trapped, Dyer,
like a bunch of field rats.

You stick your nose out
that door

and the posse is
gonna sh**t it off.

Trouble with you, boy,
you got no imagination.

And the trouble
with that posse is,

they won't
sh**t at women.

Come on, Ma.
Come on.

You leave her alone!

Get out of here!
All right, Harper.

Come on.

Outside.

[ g*nshots ]

[ glass shatters ]

Matt, it's no use.
It's so dark out there.

They probably don't even
recognize the women.

One thing's sure,
anybody goes out

on that porch is gonna
get shot full of holes.

We could fix this so

they'll recognize
them women, all right.

That still doesn't get us
out to the barn.

There's no point
in that.

If these lawmen
are even half smart,

there won't be a horse
left inside the barn.

Yeah, they could have some men
staked out in there, too.

Looks like
you're all through, Dyer.

Alby.Yeah.

Get me some rope.Right.

Dyer!

Come on out, Dyer,
you haven't got a chance.

Come on out
with your hands up!

We're coming out!

Hold your fire.

All right,
get them out.

All right,
come on.

Stand them up
in the windows.

You two
stay right there.

You start to move,
you'll get drilled

right in the back.

Hey, they're moving in.

Get out through the kitchen.
I'll cover for you.

There goes one, Davey.

Hold it!

Give me a hand
with these ropes, Bud.

You all right, Ma?Of course, I am.

Just get me
out of this.

Get her out.

Well, I must be getting old,

backing into a set-up
like this.

You'll have
plenty of time to age

when I get you
behind bars, Dyer.

And in case you get
any ideas, my g*n is loaded.

Now let your g*n
belt drop, easy.

I suppose there isn't
anything I can say

to make you change--
change your mind.

About not taking you back?

Yeah.

No.

No?

Right away, no.

That's the trouble
with you young bucks,

you don't reason.

No respect
for your elders.

You know, when I was
a young man, I--

It's gonna be awful lonesome
without you around here, Jess.

Sure wish you could stay
a little longer.

Thanks, Ma.
I wish I could, too.

If I don't get back
to Laramie soon,

Slim's gonna send
the dogcatcher after me.

Hmm, if you don't
come back and see us,
I'll do worse than that.

It's a deal. Where's Sue?
I'd like to say
goodbye to her.

Oh, I reckon she went out
to the barn.

Very likely gonna try
and break that stallion again.

Thanks again, Ma,
for everything.

Thanks a lot, Jess.
Good luck.