04x12 - g*n Duel

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- He's stalling.
- Won't help him none.

In there.
All of it.

He didn't say count it.

I didn't mean to k*ll him.

What difference does it make?
Let's get out of here.

Hello, Mort.

I was beginning to think
you'd changed your mind.

No, I just had to
finish up a few chores.

When Daisy heard I was going
away for a whole weekend,

she found half a dozen things
for me to do right now.

You didn't leave her
in a mess, did you?

No, Slim's real good
at whitewashing fences,
he can do it.

No wonder I didn't have
to ask you twice.

Coffee's hot,
help yourself.

Thanks.

Good morning,
Brother Harper.

Good morning, parson.

Looks like you had a good
meeting last night.

Truly inspirational.

My words were etched in flame.

Started a fire as usual.

Pharisees, Philistines.

They dared mock the voice
of peace and salvation.

If you'd stick to your mouth
instead of your fists,

we'd have a lot more
peace around here.

I'm getting sick of this.
Every week it's the same thing.

I give you a permit
for a revival,

and you have a riot.

I fight a holy w*r,
it will never cease.

Then neither will your
weekends in that cell.

Brother Harper, may I trouble
you for a cup of that coffee?

Sure can, parson.

Let him get it himself.

What do you think I'm running
around here, a hotel?

Since you are to be my guardian
this weekend, Brother Harper,

I trust our association
will be a pleasant one,

free from strife.

I don't see why not.

I ought to be back
Sunday night, Jess,

Monday morning
at the latest.

I just have to deliver
some depositions

for a trial over
in Cedar Bend.

Anything special I should
look out for, Mort?

Oh, with the parson
out of circulation,

you shouldn't have to--

What are you hanging
around for?

There isn't any sugar.

Then you can just blame
well do without.

Now you know why I pick
the weekends to leave town.

Oh, come on, Mort,
he's not that bad.

Well, you got to admit,
for a parson,

he's pretty handy
with his fists.

He's going to save our souls
if he has to k*ll us to do it.

I've got to get rolling
if I want to make

Cedar Bend before sundown.

Oh, one thing more,
don't let that nephew
of mine get in your hair.

Johnny?

Yeah, if he bothers you
too much, just boot him out.

Why should he bother me?

Oh, you know him and his ideas
about being a lawman.

He heard I was leaving town,

he wanted me
to make him deputy.

You think with that
pretty wife of his,

he'd want to stay home.

Not Johnny.

The badge,
all he ever thinks about.

Anyhow, I told him
he can hang around,

lend a hand,
only if you really need him.

All right?

Sure.

Beats me though,
bright young fella

with a good education,
no telling how far he can go.

But all he ever wants
to do is pack a g*n.

Whoa.

Well, here you are,
Mrs. Hartley.

You have a nice time
at the sewing bee.

Don't stick too many
pins in the neighbors.

Aren't you forgetting
something, Mr. Hartley?

Hmm?

My mother
warned me about this.

She said the honeymoon's
over the first time

he doesn't kiss you goodbye.

Now you see?
She was talking about
the wrong fella.

Don't forget to ask
Jess to supper.

Well, I won't,
but you never know

how much work there
is to do around the jail.

So don't be worried
if we're a little bit late.

Johnny, there isn't
anything wrong, is there?

I mean, you're not...

Honey, you know nothing much
ever happens around here.

Now you go on and get
caught up on all the gossip.

I'll see you tonight
for supper.

You got two eyes,
why don't you use them?

What about you?
You're not supposed to ride
down the street that fast!

I ride any way I please.

Not in this town you don't.

No? Maybe you're
going to stop me.

That's a mighty
big g*n you got there.

You think you can lift it?

Next time, look both ways

before crossing
the street, sonny.

Well, hello, Johnny,
you're early.

I wanted to catch
you before you left.

- Morning, Jess.
- Morning, Johnny.
- Anything wrong?

Well, no, I just wanted
to remind you,

you said you'd talk
to the sheriff in Cedar Bend.

Oh, sure,
I will Johnny.

Don't get your hopes up
too high, it's a small town.

Most likely he doesn't
need a deputy.

I know, but you
will talk to him?

Mm-hmm.

And it will be up
to you to help Jess

in any way you can
till I get back.

I'd be glad
to have you.

Thanks, Jess.
I'll do my best.

[ horse neighing ]

I'll-- I'll wait inside.

Well, hold the fort,
like they say.

- Stay out of trouble.
- Who me?

Uh-huh, you.
Seems to me every time
I give you that badge,

some kind of a ruckus
has busted out somewhere.

Don't worry, Mort,
I'll behave.

Oh, I'm not saying
you start it, Jess.

Somehow or other, you
always manage to wind up
right in the middle of it.

So walk kind of light
and easy, will you?

Especially with Johnny around.

Sure thing.

I'll let you know
if I'm going to be later
than tomorrow night.

Just take your time.
Slim's got a lot
of whitewashing to do.

PARSON: Barbarian!
Hottentot! Infidel!

How dare you point a g*n
at a man of peace?

- What's going on?
- I caught him
trying to escape.

He opened up his cell door
and walked right out.

It's all right, Johnny.

Just put that thing away, huh?
It's all right.

What are you doing
out of your cell?

I presume I'm entitled
to the use of the facilities.

All right.
All right.

And then get back where you
belong and please stay there.

You leave
his cell door unlocked,

you just let him
wander around?

He'll be back.

But he's a prisoner.

More like a star boarder.

It's all right, Johnny.

Mort likes to handle him
that way and it works fine.

Yeah, sure.

Well, what do you want
to do first, Jess?

Huh?

Well, I thought we could look
through some of the flyers
and study them real good.

You never can tell
when one of those men

will show up here
in Laramie.

Then maybe
have a look around.

Why don't we just
follow Mort's orders?

Oh, sure.
That's fine with me.

What does he want us to do?

Nothing.

Oh.

I wish you'd just
settle down and relax.

I get all wore out
just watching you.

I'll relax when Ray gets
here with that money.

Well, he'll be back.

Yeah?
When?

Well, he said he'd be here
over the weekend, didn't he?

He was supposed to be
here waiting for us.

You got more of an itch
than I thought.

Yeah?

Well, he's riding high, white
and handsome with $10,000.

Now just what's going
to make him come here
and split with us?

Well, two things.

One is the deal he made,
and the other is

'cause he's got a girlfriend
lives in a boarding house
down the street.

Oh? You know her?

Well, yeah, we've met.

Name's Lottie Harris,
she works here.

Well, then, uh,

there'd be nothing wrong
with paying her a little visit.

What are you getting at?

What if Ray figured
on cutting loose from us?

Well, she'd know,
probably be with him.

Wouldn't hurt to make
sure she's still around.

Boy, you push awful hard,
Del, awful hard.

There are 10,000 reasons
why I should.

Let's go.

It looks like
we're in luck, Johnny.

I think we're gonna have
a nice, quiet weekend.

[ knocking on door ]

Hello, Lottie.

Hello, Bart.

I wasn't expecting you.

But you figured
on seeing somebody.

Yes, I did.

Oh, this is Del Shamley.

He worked
with Ray and me.

Oh.
Well, where's Ray?

Don't you know?

Well, no.
I'm waiting for him.

Suppose we talk
about this inside.

I'm sorry,
I'm getting dress--

Just who do you think you are?

It's all right.

We just want to talk
to you for a minute, Lottie.

What's wrong?

Has something happened to Ray?

- We don't know.
- But maybe you do, Lottie.

Well, how could I?
I told you,
I was waiting for him.

Well, looks like you
didn't plan to wait too long.

Ray wanted me to be ready
to leave when he got here.

Bart, what's this all about?

We don't have to
spell it for you, Lottie.

We're waiting for him,
too, and you know why.

Well, what's that
got to do with me?

Suppose you tell us.

Tell you what?

Oh, well,
why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

That's none
of your business.

Where, Lottie?

To California.
We're going to be married.

Married?
You and Ray?

Well, how do you like that
for a combination, huh, Bart?

A nice respectable couple.

The worst outlaw
in the territory

- and the town's cheapest--
- Shut your filthy--

All right, sister,
I've had enough stalling.

Now give it to me straight.
Where's Ray Vincent?

Oh, Bart, please,
he's hurting me!

Take it easy,
will you, Del?

As soon as she levels.

- Where is he?
- I don't know!

You don't know?
You weren't
just waiting for him,

you were packing
to meet him some place.

No.

Oh, that $10,000

will give you a nice
long honeymoon, won't it?

Bart, please!

Leave her alone,
will you, Del?

Maybe she's telling
the truth.

Yeah. And maybe you'd like
to give her your share

for a wedding
present, huh?

No! Don't!

I don't know anything.
Please stop.

LOTTIE: Please, please,
leave me alone.

DEL: Where is Ray Vincent?

LOTTIE: I-- I don't know.
I don't know.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

I can keep this up a lot
longer than you can.

Come on, Del!

Lay off!

I'll teach you
to hold out on me.

Come on, Lottie,
get smart.

Where is he?

I don't know!
Please, I don't know.

DEL: I'm gonna ask you
just one more time.

- [ Lottie screaming ]
- You stay out here.

Well, you're gonna need
some help in there.

I said, stay out here
and put that thing away.

Don't try it!

Higher!

Put your hands
behind your neck.

Get over there.

Hang on to it
and stay out of the way.

[ Lottie sobbing ]

You sure put up a good fight,
two men against one woman.

Let's run them in, Jess.

I'll handle it, Johnny,
you just ease off.

What happen, ma'am?

Why were they slapping
you around?

It was a mistake.

A mistake?

You call that a mistake?

Then who made it?

Suppose you tell me
about the mistake.

Well, it's...
just like she says.

And I never contradict a lady.

No, but you sure beat
'em up, don't you?

That takes a lot of guts.

Just as much as you got
with that badge and a g*n.

I'll pack them in anytime.

What about you?

I suppose you just happen to be
waiting for a stagecoach, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

You gonna tell me
what happening or not?

There's nothing to tell.
Why don't you just forget it?

See if you can forget it

when you see
your face in the mirror.

All right, let's go.

- Where?
- Jail.

You're under arrest
for as*ault.

No!

I won't press charges.

I saw it myself.

I don't care what you saw,

that was just
a friendly argument,

no matter
what it looked like.

And if you arrest them,
I'll just deny everything.

And she's got two witnesses.

Get out of here.

If I catch you
in this room again,

I'll lock you up for trespassing
and I won't need a witness.

I'll be around just in case
you decide to come out

from behind that badge.

You won't have
to wait too long.

Give them their irons, Johnny.

Glad to see you've been keeping
out of the streets, sonny.

All right, they're gone.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Would you level
with me now?

I already told you,
I've got nothing to say.

You don't?
What were their names?

How did they just happen
to be in your room?

They're a couple
of drovers.

Their names are Bart Collins
and Del Shamley,

and they came to talk
to me about an old friend.

Because of that,
they beat you up?

Look, why are you asking me
all these questions?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Then why are you
covering for them?

I'm not!

Now would you please just get
out of here and leave me alone!

All right, I'll leave,

but you better lock
your door tonight.

Might save you
a lot of trouble.

Haven't we got
enough on them?

What good is
that gonna do?

Probably nothing.
But there's always a chance.

I don't understand
why we can't just arrest them.

We know they were
beating the girl.

For the last time, Johnny,
the law is the law.

She has to file a complaint.

So we just forget
about it, huh?

No, we don't forget about it.

They're all three covering.

If I could just find
one little hint.

JOHNNY: Now what are
you doing out here?

I wish to speak
to Brother Harper.

Oh, come on,
will you, parson?

You act like
this is your home.

You're a prisoner,
you belong in a cell.

I am aware of my obligation.

Then will you get
back in there?

I merely wish to inquire
about my supper.

It'll be here when they send
it over from the saloon.

Hmm, I'm sure it will,

but I would like you to see
that it is properly prepared.

Last week, the meat
was overcooked,

and the mashed potatoes
were lumpy.

Now honestly, Jess,
is that the way to run a jail?

I don't know, Johnny.

I just don't know.

It's Mort's way
and it seems to work fine.

Oh, what's the use?
Not like I'll find anything.

[ laughing ]

They're laughing at us.

You're just going to
let it go with that?

No law against laughing,
is there?

Well, I sure
wouldn't stand still for it.

Well, I happen to be wearing
this badge, Johnny.

When I give it back to Mort,

then I can make it
something personal.

You know, sometimes
you're hard to understand.

That comes from years
of practice.

Now what about
that supper invitation?
Does it still stand?

You bet.

See if the parson
needs anything, Johnny,

I got to lock up.

One of these days, he's gonna
trip over that badge.

Yeah, I've been
thinking about that.

Maybe it's time we did more
than just think about it.

Well, I found out
one thing, Carol.

You're sure a good argument
for marriage.

Pretty wife and a good cook,
what more can a man ask for?

And...

which is more important?

Uh-oh. That's one I better
not answer.

I'll tell you this though,

I know why Mort's
getting so fat.

I don't know
what's he's gonna do

when you two get
a place of your own.

I hope it's soon.

Mort will find you that spot
in Cedar Bend, Johnny.

Well, thanks again for dinner.
Good night.

I'll walk you to the barn.

That's a good idea,
work off some of
the chicken and dumplings.

Well, you can work some
of it off by clearing the table

and starting
on the dishes.

You're just looking
for a way to go back to town.

You see?

We've been married a month
and she reads me like a book.

Good night, Jess.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Johnny.

Okay, what's on your mind?

Johnny.

He's really got his heart
set on that job.

I'm sure Mort
will do his best.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I don't want to interfere
in Johnny's life,

but a deputy sheriff?

Oh, he could do
so much better, Jess.

Honestly he can.

But that's
what he wants to do.

I wish I could
be sure of that.

Sometimes--
sometimes I get the feeling

he's trying
to prove something,

to show me, everyone,
that's he's brave and strong.

Carol, I think
every young man

wants to look like that,
especially to his wife.

But isn't that
a little childish?

Everybody
grows up sometime.

If he gets a chance to.

Wearing a badge is almost like
putting a target on your chest.

Oh, Jess, I know it's different
with you and Mort.

I mean, you've practically
grown up

with a g*n in your hands,

but Johnny isn't cut out
to do the things you can.

I'm just afraid of what'll
happen if he keeps trying to.

So you want me to talk
him out of it, is that it?

Is that too much to ask?

No, but it's too much
to think I could do it.

Johnny's gonna have
to find out for himself

what he's cut out for,
what he wants to be.

That's part of
growing up too, Carol,

when a man can make
his own decisions.

I hate to say it,
but I guess you're right.

Good night, Jess.

- Good night.
- Thanks.

Good fella.

[ horse neighing ]

Johnny!

Johnny.

Johnny!

Johnny, please!

Johnny!

[ horse neighing ]

Johnny, hurry!

I'm coming.

Pick him up, I'm not
finished with him yet.

Oh, yes, you are.
We're getting out of here.

Let go.

Look, I let you talk me
into this, but no more.

You're k*ll crazy.

- Look, if you don't
like it then get out.
- Johnny!

Is that what you want?
Witnesses?

You figure on collecting
from Ray in jail?

Come on,
let's get out of here.

Jess!

No, Jess, don't move.

Oh, dad gum.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Johnny!

Hold it, Johnny!

They're out of range.

I tried to stop them, they
were just too fast for me.

It's all right.

What happened anyway?

I don't know.

They just jumped me,
I couldn't handle them.

Come inside, Jess,
and lie down.

I'm all right.

You have any idea
who they are?

I couldn't swear on it,
but I got a pretty good idea.

- Shamley and Collins?
- We can't prove it.

Well, what do you
need proof for?

Why don't we just go
in town and take them?

Just relax, Johnny,
let me handle it my way.

I'm all right.

Please be careful.

I will.

I said good night
once before.

Maybe this time
I can make it stick.

I better go with you.

No need to.

Well, they might be
waiting for you.

They were waiting
for him here.

I know you tried
your best, Johnny,

but Jess doesn't
need you now.

Well, what happened to you?

Tangle with
with a butter churn maybe?

You don't look
so good yourself.

Oh, yeah.

I, uh, I tripped
on the walk last night.

As a matter of fact,
I'm thinking of suing the town

for the damages.

Do that.
You'll have to prove it.

- Oh, that won't be too hard.
- What time last night?

Oh, a little after dinner,
just before the poker game.

- Right, Bart?
- Yeah, that's right.

You played poker all evening?

Oh, long time.

You can ask Lottie Harris,
she'll tell you.

I just might do that.

Any more questions?

Not for now.

We'll see you around.

Jess!

What happened?

Nothing.

Well, you were just talking
to Shamley and Collins.

That was just talk.
Nothing to get
all riled up about.

- You just take it easy.
- Well, where are you going?

Well, after a night
to think it over,

Lottie might have
changed her mind.

Good idea,
I'll be right with you.

No, Johnny.
That's my job.

Yeah, sure.

I'll be back
in a few minutes.

Jess, about last night, I--

Well, I'm sorry I didn't get
there in time to help you.

Not your fault.

Good morning, Brother Hartley.
Sabbath greeting to you.

Yeah.

I trust this fine day
will elevate

your spirit and inspire you
to repent any sins and--

Now look, parson,
maybe the sheriff and Jess

let you wander around
here loose but not me.

Now you get back in that
cell where you belong

or so help me, I'm gonna
put you on bread and water.

Unless you wear
a badge of office,

your threats do
not concern me.

I'm warning you.

Peace, Brother Hartley.
Peace.

I shall meditate for you

and seek forgiveness
for your anger.

Johnny.

Parson.

Hey, ain't Jess here?

No, he'll be back
in a little while.

Oh, well, here's a telegraph

just come for him
from Sheriff Corey.

You know what he did?

He captured one of them
high-binders that held up

the Express Office
over at Casper.

Nailed him right
with the money, too,

and he's bringing him in.

Well, good.

You see that Jess gets that real
quick now, won't you, Johnny?

Sheriff wants him
to keep an eye

- out for the other two
gunslicks in the holdup.
- Oh?

The one he caught confessed,
said there was two more in it

and they're supposed to be
waiting for him in Laramie

- to divide up the money.
- They are?

Now don't you forget to give
him that, will you, Johnny?

No, no, I won't.

Thanks for the coffee.

Bye, parson.

There's no point in going
on about this, Mr. Harper.

I already said everything
I had to say yesterday.

We didn't talk
about last night.

Oh, yes.
What was that?

It was something about
a poker game, wasn't it?

Did you see Shamley and Collins
playing poker last night?

Why?
Did they say that I did?

Oh, I see, they gave me
as a reference, didn't they?

Well?

Whatever they said
is just fine with me.

Anything they say
is just fine with you.

Now you did a real good job.

Thank you.

Nobody will ever know
you let a two-bit gunmen

slap you around.

If you're trying to annoy me,
Mr. Harper, you're succeeding.

I'm trying to get
to the truth.

Shamley and Collins
are in town for a reason.

They beat you up for a reason

and you're protecting
them for a reason.

I got a hunch one answer
fits everything.

Well, why don't
you just go out

and find that answer,
Mr. Harper,
and leave me alone.

I don't reckon I can get any
closer to it than right here.

And I got all day.

Wait a minute, Del,
what are you gonna do?

I don't know.
I'm just getting sick
and tired of sitting around

and waiting, that's all.

Well, now,
would you look at him?

A deputy with a badge and all.

This town must be
rocking the cradle.

Leave them there.

You're under arrest.

Arrest?

What for?
Reckless riding maybe?

Suspicion of armed
robbery and m*rder.

What are you talking about?

The Casper Express Office
holdup.

We haven't been anywhere
near Casper.

Well, Sheriff Corey
will decide that

when he comes back
with his prisoner.

What prisoner?

Your accomplice.

He was captured
and he confessed.

Come on, move.
Do you hear me?

Oh, yeah, we hear
you, all right.

But I'm afraid you're gonna
have to take us, sonny.

No use trying
to wait me out, Lottie.

I'm not leaving
till I get my answer.

No, don't!

You really do stay
in safe places,

don't you, Mr. Harper?

Carol, is he all right?

Still unconscious.

The doctor took the b*ll*ts out
but now he has a 50-50 chance.

Those odds will get better
every minute, you'll see.

I'm sorry, Carol.

I should have been
the one who was out there.

I didn't think he'd pull
anything like that.

It's not your fault, Jess.

I should have listened
to you last night.

What could you have done?

What could any
of us have done?

Johnny had to prove
something to himself

more than anyone else.

But now...

[ door opening ]

He's conscious.
You can go in and see him now.

But only for a minute,

and don't go
getting him all upset.

He'll be all right then?

He's all right as anybody
with a hole in his gut can be.

He'll pull through.

- He wants to see you.
- Right now?

Seems to be something
he wants to tell you.

Here, here.
Didn't I tell you not to
be getting him all upset?

I'm sorry, doctor.

I just thought
I'd never see him again.

All right, but leave him
be now, he needs rest.

Hello, Johnny.

I'm sorry I messed
things up, Jess.

I reckon I'm not up
to wearing this.

Just bit off a little more than
you can chew, that's all.

Did you catch them?

No, trailed them
as far as the river.

From there, they could have
gone in almost any direction.

You know who they are,
don't you?

I know who they might be.
I saw Mort's telegram.

You were jumping
to conclusions.

About a lot of things,
including me.

A man can only do
what he can, be what he is.

Yeah, when he learns that,
he's close to being a man.

Yeah, I learned it, Jess.

[ knocking on door ]

The waiting's over, Lottie,
for both of us.

I want that answer
I was waiting for now.

Are you still looking
for somebody to do your job,

Mr. Harper?

He wasn't doing my job.

He was trying to prove something
to himself and he got hurt.

About the same thing
you're doing, I'd say.

Do you know how many windows
like this I've looked out of?

How many streets like
that I've watched?

They're all the same,
just the same.

Same kind of dirt,

same kind of men...

but at last I met somebody
who was different.

He was going to marry me
and take me away,

and I was gonna get out.

You could have beat me
until I was near death

and I wouldn't have
told you anything.

Just like Shamley and Collins?

Because they were
waiting for him, too?

Waiting to split up that money?

Because they were all
in on that Casper holdup?

Well, now you know
what kind of a man he is.

Just like Shamley and Collins,

men that would beat
a helpless woman,

and g*n down
a frightened kid.

Well, that's something you
got to face up to, Lottie,

because it wouldn't have
happened if you'd have told me.

What are you gonna do?
Put me in jail?

What for?

This room is as close to any
prison as I could put you in.

Wait a minute,
Mr. Harper.

You've found your answer.

Well, where do you suggest
that I find mine?

Stop looking out the window,
try the mirror.

CY: Hey, Jess?

Any line you had
on them two polecats
that shot Johnny Hartley?

No, not yet, Cy.

We'll get a posse after
them when Mort gets back.

You suppose they're the ones
the sheriff meant
in his telegraph?

There is no supposing
about it.

Cy, you got any idea what time
that telegram came in?

Yeah.
Let's see now.

I got it about noon.

It just comes from
Gorman's Bluff.

So unless that ham-fist
on the key there

took his time about
sending it,

it should have only been
a few minutes before.

Gorman's Bluff, huh?

It's about
a four-hour ride.

I reckon they'll be coming
in any time now.

Hey, Jess, when you
start picking your men

to follow their trail,
count me in, will you?

Sure thing, Cy.
Thanks.

Never mind a posse,
we're right here.

Forget it.

Now just keep them wide.

Yesterday you said
something about guts.

Now let's see
how much you've got.

I couldn't match yours,
coming back here like you did.

Unfinished business.

The sheriff's bringing
in a friend of ours,

and we couldn't leave
without seeing him.

Him or the Express money?

Well, now that you mention it--

Cut it short,
will you, Del?

You heard him outside,
the sheriff's due in a minute.

Yeah. All right.

Lock him up.

Let's see how you like
your own room and board.

Move.

Hold it right there.

It's a sad day, Brother Harper,
the Philistines have prevailed.

It looks that way.

But have faith.
In good time, the arm
of righteousness

will smite
the heathen low.

I'm counting on that, parson.

Bart, they're coming.

- Inside.
- No.

We'll keep him out here
in the middle of the room.

And you stand here in this
doorway behind him.

That way when
the sheriff sees him,

he won't be expecting
any trouble.

All right, move.

Have faith, Brother Harper,
be ready for the summons.

You better shut
that big mouth of yours
if you want to stay alive.

Ray looks real sick.

Get set.

Now you behave or you're
gonna get the first slug.

Get ready.
They're coming on the walk.

Now, Brother Harper.
Strikes revenge.

Well done, brother Harper,
righteousness has triumphed.

What in blazes
is going on in here?

It's a long story, Mort.

Preacher here might not
look much like Samson,

that hunk of wood
ain't a jawbone.

Between the two of them,
they sure took care
of the Philistines.

Well, I guess that about
clears it up, Mort.

Outside of our new boarders,
there wasn't too much trouble.

Well, he gave you enough
for one weekend.

Sure hope the sheriff in Casper
picks him up real soon.

I'd rather have
the parson for company.

Oh, Johnny asked me
to give you this.

He says he doesn't feel
the job suited him.

Just as well.

There wasn't any job
for him in Cedar Bend anyway.

To tell you the truth, Mort,
I think he'll be looking
for different employment.

[ door slamming ]

I charge you.
Repent!

Oh, no, not again.

Glad to have
you back, Mort.