02x10 - dr*fter's Gold

[bunniefuu]

How's it look?

Like a piece of cake.

I still say it's too risky.

We'll be riding right down
into a town full of trouble.

There's mostly just women left
in Laramie,

you ain't afraid of them,
are you?

If I was setting up
the ambush,

that's just
what I'd use for bait--

make it look real easy.

I'm tired of listening
to you.

All you do is complain
and cry.

I'm through
taking any more of your lip.

Take care of him, Duke.
We'll wait for you up ahead.

Come on, boys.

How is we always run out
of everything at the same time?

Don't make sense.Sure it does.

No point
in having a surplus.

Hey, look at this.

Now that's what
I call an egg.

Hey, that's not bad.

What have you been
feeding them?

Same old chicken feed.

It ain't the food, Slim,
it's a matter of persuasion.

I didn't know
you spoke their language.

I do better than that.

I just go outside every day
and stand right in front of 'em

and sharpen the ax,
whether it needs it or not.

Flour, soap, beans, bacon,
coffee, soap and cola.

Anything else we need?

Yeah, we're pretty nearly
out of fence staples.

It wouldn't hurt
to get some shotgun shells.

Ducks will be arriving
in a week or two.

That's a good idea.

Birdshot.

Anything else?

Yeah, some yeast,

and the latest copy
of the Gazette.

Yeast and--

The Gazette?

Boy, you are in bad shape,
aren't you?

What are you talking about?
I'm gonna make some bread

and I need the Gazette
to wrap the dough in.

Oh, I see.

It's that pink paper
that has that special quality.

Yeah,
it adds a little spice.

All right, cowboy,
I'll take care of it.

See you about 3:00.

Don't spend the whole day
in the saloon.

I'll try not to.

Morning, Jock.Sorry, mister,

got no time to outfit you,
see my sis inside.

Hey, what's going on?Slim! Didn't see you.

You almost ran over me,
what's your hurry?

Ain't you heard, Slim?

Big gold strike up
near Cherry Creek.

Prospector in town last night
got drunk, spilled the beans.

That's where
everybody's gone.

About every man in town,
most of women folk too.

I'd have gone sooner myself

but I was selling tools
and supplies all the night long.

That's what
I came in town for.

Jock, would you get me
some--

Sorry, Slim,
you'll have to get it yourself.

Marcie will write it up
for you.

[ pans clanging ]

I figure he's the last one,
Bedloe.

Rather disappointing

how easy it is to sucker people
into a fake gold rush.

It worked out
just like you planned it.

We can ride into Laramie now
and take anything we want.

Yeah, that we can, Duke.
Sorta looking forward to it.

[ pan clattering on floor ]

Fools, Slim, that's exactly
what they all are,

including my brother.

Can't hardly blame him,
Marcie,

things haven't been
too good around here.

Some old drunken prospector
spouts off about some gold,

shows a few nuggets,
and everybody jumps.

Just look at this mess.

Jock must have made
quite a few sales, though.

Most of it
on credit, mind you.

"We'll pay you
after we get the dust"
they all said,

and my brother went
right along with them.

In fact, he could hardly
wait to go himself.

And left you
pick up the pieces, eh?

Anyone else in town?

Only a few women, I guess.

Whole families
just locked up and rode off!

How about Sheriff Sims?

He went along too.

Some of the men started fighting
even before they left.

The sheriff thought
there'd be more trouble

up in Cherry Creek
than here in town,

so he went along,
and so did his deputy.

You mean
there's no law in town?

There is now. You.

The sheriff told me
to deputize the first
able-bodied man I could trust.

Marcie, I can't.
I've got to get back
to the ranch.

Well, suit yourself.

There's nobody in jail.
You can take the keys
and keep them

or hang 'em
on his front door at this point,

I don't care anymore.

Uh, Marcie, you think maybe
I could buy some supplies? Cash?

I'm sorry, Slim, I didn't mean
to take it out on you.

You're the last person
in the world
I'd want to be mean to.

I'm not blaming you.
You must've had
a rough night.

I'll stack what I need
in the storeroom

and you can write the bill up
when I'm ready.

Fine, I'll just
straighten these things out

and be right with you.

I hope
there's something left.

I've been afraid
to look.

Stop it.

Let me go!Take it easy, lady.

I'm not gonna hurt you--much.

You're a hellcat.

It's about time somebody
pulled your claws out.

That's enough, Duke.

Let her go.

You behave yourself, miss,
nobody will get hurt.

Just remember,

if you or anybody else in town
gets stubborn,

I ain't holding this g*n
for nothing.

Now who's left in town?

I don't know.

I reckon you wouldn't tell me
if you did.

How old are you?

You been
in Laramie long?

Well, there's no use
being like this,

we can find out
anything we want to know.

We already know
the sheriff rode out.

This place is all locked up
and so is the bank.

DUKE: We're wasting time.
What about the powder?

She wouldn't tell us
if they had any here.

Look around.

What hit this place?

Cyclone?

Or a gold rush?

What do you know
about a gold rush?

Everything, miss.
I started it.

You started it?

I hate doing business
in a crowded bank, don't you?

When folks in a town don't
welcome you with open arms,

you just get them
out of town.

Them that are left
don't have much to say.

The men folks will be back

as soon as they find out
you tricked them.

It's near a day's ride
to Cherry Creek.

We'll be through and gone
'fore you know it.

No powder here,
unless it's in there.

Is that a storeroom?

It's a storeroom
but there's no dynamite.

That means
they got something, Duke,

take a look.

You're right, Bedloe.

It's here.

Don't you try that again,
miss,

you'll be listening
to this .45 talk instead of me.

Nice of the town folk
to furnish us what we need.

We better make sure
there's nobody in town

to give us trouble
before we start in the bank.

You have the boys
check every house and store,

go round up the strays,
put guards on each end of town.

Good idea.

What about this one?

I'll tell you, Duke.

This fancy
little she-cat of yours

is gonna be standing out
in the middle of the street
with me.

If anybody gives you
and your boys trouble,

she's gonna be the first one
to know about it.

Sounds like
good insurance.

Get moving.

[ dog barks in distance ]

DUKE:
Man, hurry up!

Bring those wheels
over to Bedloe

And get something
to break that door down.

I'll check around back.

DUKE: Hey, Nick,
bring that axle over here.

And hurry it up!

Ooh, I'd hate to end up
in this place.

I've seen worse.

Nice of them
to leave the keys.

We can lock the women
in the cells. See if it fits.

They work.

Hey, Bedloe,

there's a jailbird
a-roost in here.

Well, bring him out,
let's have a look.

Hey, you. Out.

Hey.

Hey, get up, get up--

Put it away, Duke.

Not until this sidewinder
gets what's coming to him.

You shouldn't sneak up on a man
who's waiting for you.

I didn't know he was waiting.
I thought he was sleeping.

Him asleep with us
taking an ax to the door?

He ain't got no call
to jump me!

I'll knock some of that
fight out of him.

That's the only way
you'll be able to do it--
with a g*n in your hand.

Put it away, Duke,
settle it later.

What's your name, mister?

Pick one you're partial to.

I got all kinds.

You suit yourself, son.

Duke here is real willing
to work you over.

Name or no name,
he don't need much of an excuse.

Yeah, they call me Slim.

As for a last name,
I usually go without.

What's your name?

Bedloe, son, Tom Bedloe.

Don't suppose
that means much to you.

No, I'm not a regular
in this hick town.

I don't know
the local hard cases.

Let me work him over,
Bedloe.

He won't be so
all-fired smart then.

Relax, Duke.

What are you doing
in jail?

The law seems to think
I fit a description
on a wanted poster,

the sheriff is waiting
for word.

Do you fit
the description?

Pretty close.

What'd you do?

You're about as nosy
as the law.

What are you doing, taking over
for this badge toter?

Well, I'm taking over,
but not for the sheriff.

We could use another man.

We lost a boy on our way in.

You could take up the slack.

Now wait a minute, Bedloe.

What are you up to?

Blow the bank safe,

take anything else
we want in town.

No, thanks.
I'll stay right in here
out of the line of fire.

There won't be any sh**ting.
All the men in town

took off on a little gold
hunting party we planned.

You mean
all that ruckus last night

about a gold rush
was your doing?

Yeah, that's right.

We can clean out this town
and be on our way

before those hayseeds find out
there's less gold

in Cherry Creek than in
the main street of Laramie.

Not bad.

You should do all right.

Got a couple of other ideas
that are as just as good.

Might use you
if you're interested.

I just might be.

The sheriff put my g*n in that
drawer, do I get it back?

Bedloe,
if you give him that g*n,
he'll have to use on me.

I'll tell you, Slim,
I'll hang onto your iron

until you and Duke
get a little better acquainted.

Then we'll see
about you wearin' it.

Yeah, and in the meantime
he can use his g*n on me, huh?

No, I don't think so.
Duke's our powder expert.

He's gonna be busy
in the bank.

You stick close to me.

All right.

I guess anything's better than
rotting in this hole.

I'll get my hat.

Yeah, that's what
I like to hear.

Bring those women in,
Duke.

DUKE: Bring 'em in. Ben!
Bring the women in here.

Problem with having good help,
they keep fighting

to see who's gonna be
number two.

It's all right with me,

as long as they remember
who's number one.

All right, in here.
You first, miss.

Come on, step up.

Come on, move!

Ladies,
I got just one thing to say.

Y'all stay out of our way
and nobody gets hurt.

We're locking you up for your
own protection much as ours.

Put them in the cells, Duke.

All right.

Get in there.

Slim!

This is the filly that turned me
over to the sheriff.

She makes big eyes at me
when I go in that run-down
store of hers.

So I stick around town
to see if there's gonna be
any action,

and she nailed me good.

She matched me up
with the wanted poster

they got hanging in the store,
then told the law.

She wasn't eyeing me, she was
eyeing that reward money.

Yeah, she'll get a reward,
Slim. Your cell.

Lock 'em up.

Get in there, sisters.

Step in. You too.

You keep an eye on 'em.Right.

Come on,
we got work to do.

You put Van and Pratt
on guard?

Yeah, nobody can
get in or out of town.
without us knowin' about it.

Good. Take Nick
and get busy in the bank.

What about you?

Well, you're the powder expert,
you don't need me.

I'll keep my eye
on things out here.

You keep an eye
on him, too.

Duke,

the jail key--
I might need 'em.

I thought
you forgot about that.

A man don't forget,
even after 20 years.

Don't go
getting us no trouble.

It ain't gonna take long
to blow that safe.

You just make sure of that.

Some of them town folk
might be back by sundown.

When you're ready,
I'll be ready.

Come on, Nick,
I left the powder by the bank.

Bring that ax.

What I need's a drink.
Something to settle
that trail dust.

That pretty good saloon?

Well, the prices are
too high,

but I don't think
that's gonna bother you.

Break it down.

Well, our little gold rush
really worked.

Yeah, they didn't
even bother to lock up.

What's your pleasure?

Bottle for two.

Pretty fancy for what
I remembered of Laramie.

You've been
here before, huh?



You'd have known
the name Tom Bedloe

if you'd been around then.

I had a reputation
that wouldn't quit...

and that was
the trouble with it.

Here's to the past, Slim.

I'm willing to forget it,
but not forgive it.

Pour yourself one.
Don't spend all day
waiting on me.

When I got married,
tried to settle down in Laramie,

they wouldn't let me do it.

Who wouldn't?

Every two-bit greenhorn

thought his g*n
was better than mine.

There's also a few of
my fine upstanding neighbors

that'd just as soon
be rid of me.

I know what you mean.

It ain't easy to stop k*lling
after the first one.

That's right, son,
you take my word for it and...

watch your step.

What happened?

There was a k*lling.

My good friends and neighbors
was able to lay on my doorstep.

Before I knew it,
I was listening to a judge

sentencing me
to prison for life.

You just get out?

About a month ago.
Got a pardon.




to make plans,

to think, to remember.



That's a long time
to make up for, Mr. Bedloe.

I suppose
you got some pretty big plans.

Yeah, I got 'em, Slim.
You want to come along?

Couple of more outings
like this Laramie trip,

I'm gonna live like a king
the rest of my days.

Seems to me that Duke's
all the help you're gonna need.

That Duke -- nothin'
but muscle between the ears.

What I need is a smart man
with a fast g*n,

one who ain't afraid
to use it.

I haven't had
much of a chance
to show you

what I can do
along that line.

You will.

I don't intend to have
Duke around forever.

Something gonna
happen to him?

It might.
Are you with me?

Count me in, Mr. Bedloe.

If the stakes are big enough
I'll take the chance.

But don't push me into
any penny-ante games.

Don't you worry.
This one's a big casino.

Let's drink to it.

Now we begin
to make up for lost time.

First off, Slim,

you go on back over to the jail
and bring me every female

in it that's between 18
and about 22.

What's the problem?

Well, there's no problem,

just that gunmen
you got on guard over there.

Oh, yeah, old Ben.

Here,

there's your pass.

Behind you, Slim!
The door!

Get her!

Ain't this a kick.

The high and mighty
Slim Sherman

chasing after a saloon girl.

Did you hear us talking?

Yeah, a real laugh--
you an outlaw.

You just forget who I am.Why should I?

You ain't never been able
to forget who Iam.

BEDLOE:
Bring her out here!

Well, looks like
we missed

one of Laramie's
more interested in ladies.

That could be, mister,

though some ain't got
as good an eye as you.

You know this one, too?

I had a couple of drinks
in here

before they locked me up.

She gets ideas
if you look at her sideways.

[ chuckles ]

You know,
I wonder about you, boy.

You're either
hitting pretty ladies
or they're hitting at you.

What about this hard case,
miss?

You help put him in jail too?

Who'd want to
put him in jail?

I had other plans for him.

Hmm.
I bet you did.

'Course, that was before
you came to town, mister.

How old are you?

That's a laugh.

With me, age has always been
a matter of size.

I asked you how old are you.

I'm 20, what of it?

You been in Laramie long?

Long as I can remember,
and that's too long.

I thought you was headed
for the jail, Slim.

Oh, you still want me to go?

That's right,
nothing's changed.

Didn't take you long
to latch onto him.

What's it to you?

Nothin'. I guess you know
what you're doing.

I'm pretty good
at judging men by now.

Had a lot of time
to think about it.

How are you
at judging a woman?

That ain't so easy,
but I ain't had
too many complaints.

What about me?

You?

Well, it seems to me
you're a pretty smart one.

Yeah, what else?

You probably figure
there ain't much you can't do,

but if you ask me,
and you did,

I think there's one thing
you're best at.

Uh-huh. What's that?

Waiting on bar.
Get me another bottle.

Here.

Drink up, mister.
Maybe you'll choke on it.

You wouldn't want me
to choke, now, would you?

Ow!

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't stop, just listen.

I'm sorry for what I've been
having to do, Marcie,

but I couldn't
get out of town for help,

and I couldn't make a play
against them

for the fear of having them
harm you.

We kind of guessed that.

Even if I did have a g*n,

I couldn't take
all six of them, not at once.

Why does Bedloe want us?

I'm not sure.

Don't worry,
I'll be right there with you.

If I can just stick with 'em
till they ride out of town...

unless they try to harm
one of you.

If our fool menfolk
would ever get back here,

they could help you.Well, I wouldn't count on--

[ expl*si*n ]

Well, there goes the safe.

They clean that out,
and you can bet Laramie
will see some hard times.

That's why
I want to ride with them.

See if I can bring it back.

Let's go see Bedloe.

Hey, hold it up there.

What are you doing out here
with the women?

Bedloe wanted to see them.

He's in the saloon.

So he's still gonna
go through with it, huh?

With what?

You'll find out.

And so will you.

You shouldn't have
done that, cowboy.

Bedloe wanted them,
not you, Duke.

You're still hiding
behind him, ain't ya?

There'll come a day, Slim.

I'll be looking forward to it.

Let's go.

You can give him
a message for me.

Tell him it'll probably take two
charges of powder for the safe.

I thought
you were an expert.

I'm an expert
at a lot of things, mister.

And don't you trust
your luck too much.

Tell him it won't take
too much longer.

Go on up there.

That's the lot of 'em?

Yeah, the only ones
between 18 and 22 left in town.

Many others about your age
leave town for the gold rush?

Not that I know of.

Well, good.
Step aside, Slim.

Let's see what we got here.

Ain't you forgetting
someone?

I've been tryingto.

All right, come on around.

Not much to choose from.

I wonder which one of you
is gonna be the lucky gal.

Put a hand on me,

I will make you
wish you hadn't.

I bet you could, at that.

Well, Slim, what do you think?

It's your play, not mine.

Yeah, that's right.
It is.

You know, Slim,
all that time I was in prison

I kept thinking
about one thing special.

Told you I was married,

trying to settle down when they
hung that k*lling on me.

She was pretty, Slim,
young...

and her husband
was sent to prison for life.

What did she do
when you were sent to prison?

I didn't know at first.
'Bout drove me crazy.

Then I found out.

There was only one person
that wrote to me

all the time
I was in prison,

an old gal
named Granny Moore.

Any of you know her?

We all knew her.

Granny was a midwife,

helped with the doctoring
around here for years.

She died over a month ago.

So I found out.

She's the only one
that wrote to me.

This came a year after
I was locked up.

She told me about my wife,
how she'd died in childbirth.

That was 20 years ago,
and nobody in this stinkin' town

grieved about
how Tom Bedloe's wife died.

Nice thing
to think about in a cell.

Yeah.

There's something else
to think about too.

My wife died,
but the baby didn't.

Granny Moore left her
with folks here in town.

She wouldn't tell me who,
she thought the kid'd be
better off if I didn't know.

She had no right to do that.

Yeah,
you can't blame her much.

No kid wants a jailbird pa
coming back to claim her.

But here I am.

Granny Moore wrote me
about 10 years ago.

Told me my young'un was
still living here in Laramie.

And this one--
wrote a few weeks
before she died,

told me
practically the same thing.

She never did tell me
what name she was going under

or who she was living with.

Then it was a girl.

It isa girl. About 20 now,
maybe a little more.

From what Granny said,
kind of pretty, too.

Which one do you think's
gonna claim me for kin, Slim?

That's hard to say.

Be a pretty good deal
for one of them.

Like I told you,

planned a couple more
transactions

like this one in Laramie,

then I'm heading for Mexico,
maybe Europe.

I'll have enough money to keep
me and mine happy

the rest of my days.

Seems like any girl
would kind of like that.

Well, I was never able to
provide for her like I should,

and I kind of feel like
I owe it to her--
and to me.

All right, Slim,
let's look 'em over again.

Well, come on, boy,
you're my other right hand now.

This doesn't seem to be
much of my business.

You know as much about it
as I do,



You're kind of outsized,
but I guess I better ask.

How old are you, gal?Twenty.

How long in Laramie?

I came from Sweden 5 years ago,
and don't think that I--

Whoa, now. That's all.

What about you, miss?

I, uh...

I've only been here


She isn't lying.

Her father runs the bank,
they came from Chicago.

Now leave her alone.

I can see
she's no daughter of mine.

I hate to disappoint you,
Mr. Bedloe,

but my parents have run a store
here in Laramie

since before I was born.

Maybe they just
told you that.

You could ask my brother...
if he were here.

But he ain't.

I can get the family Bible.
That'll prove who I am.

Papers have been
forged before.

Well, if that isn't enough,
maybe you'll understand this.

I'd k*ll myself if I even
thought I was your daughter.

[ distant expl*si*n ]

Duke must be havin' trouble
with the safe.

I forgot to tell you,
I ran into him outside

and he said he would take
a couple of charges
to crack it open.

Reckon he ain't as good
with powders as he claims.

That's what
I told him.

I bet you did, at that.

It's too bad
you feel that way, miss.

Man could be proud
with a daughter like you.

Well, what's your excuse?

Well?

I don't have any excuse.

Who was your folks?

Whoever would have me.

Between the different families
I lived with,

Granny Moore
took care of me.

All Granny ever told me
was that my pa was a top g*n

and that my ma died
when I was born,

that's all I ever knew.

What do you think
of your daughter, Mr. Bedloe?

I don't believe it.

That figures.

Growing up alone
don't make a girl

the kind of woman her pa
would be proud of.

What did you expect,
a lily?

I ain't so sure
I'd want you for a pa anyways.

Well, maybe you're right.

I was expecting too much.

You ain't exactly
what I had in mind,

but I guess neither one of us
has too much to offer.

If we work together,
maybe we can make a go of it.

As long as I can remember,
I've always hated men.

I never knew my pa, though--
might be different.

I hope so.Go pack your things.

You'll be riding with us.

What I need's a drink.

Things don't always
work out the way you planned.

Oh, I don't know.

They tell me a diamond
don't look so pretty
till it's polished.

Thanks.
Hope you're right.

Shall I take the girls
back to jail?

Yeah, might as well,
I got no more use for 'em.

There you go, Bedloe.

Laramie bank
ain't much on the outside,

but inside ain't bad at all.

Good job, Duke.
Guess we can ride now.

Ride?
What's your hurry?

Some of us
have been working, you know.

Maybe there are some things
we still want to do in Laramie.

We ain't got time.

What's eating you?

Didn't you find her?

Yeah, I found her.

Well, I told you it don't pay
to go digging in what's past.

One of them?

No.

That's good.

Be a shame
to put you ladies back in jail

without entertaining you
a little bit.

Bedloe says we're riding.

You still hiding
behind Bedloe, ain't ya?

Do I look like I'm hiding?

Get out from behind that g*n,
or give me mine,

and we'll see
who's hiding.

[ chuckling ]

The ladies
are gonna hate me

for messing up
your face, mister.

But it just can't be helped.

Leave him be, Slim.

He's got to be in good enough
shape for the ride.

Take him back to the bar
and douse him with water.

[ Duke panting ]

This come out
better than I expected.

I guess he's gonna live.

Shall I take the girls
back to the jail?

Yeah. Duke ain't hardly
in a condition

to entertain the ladies.

MAN: Get in there!

Pratt stopped this one
riding into town.

He says his horse come up lame
and he had to come back.

He's hurt.

You know him?

He's my brother.

Marcie,
what's happened?

We've been having
a little shivaree
in Laramie, mister.

Too bad you missed the fun.

Slim, what are
these men doing?

You know him?

Sure, I know him.

Who is he?

I asked you who he was.

He's Slim Sherman.

What does he do?

He's a rancher,
runs a stage stop at his place.

Everybody knows
Slim Sherman.

Slim, this has been
a real disappointing day.

A two-bit dance hall girl
turns out to be my daughter,

and you turn out to be
a no-good upright citizen.

You win, Duke.

He's all yours.

What did you do?
Lock yourself in jail?

Yeah.
I was trapped inside

when you started
knocking down the door.

I wondered
about them keys.

Fool idea, Slim.

What were you gonna do?

I don't know.

Help the women,
ride out of town with you

and bring the money back.

Maybe you'll listen to me
for a change, Bedloe.

Yeah, Duke, I'll listen.

But I'm still
giving the orders.

Just don't you order
no more mistakes.

[ door opens ]

Well, I ain't seen her
before.

Is she the one, Bedloe?

She is
and she's coming with us.

You're making
another mistake, Bedloe.

She'll cause
nothin' but trouble.

She's my daughter, Duke.

You let me worry about that.

And thanks
for telling your old pa

about Mr. Sherman here.

Well, I was gonna tell you.

We're leaving Laramie quick.

Nick can put the women
back in the jail.

Sherman's got the key.

We'll pack up the money
and ride off

before any more of
those townsmen come back.

What about this one?
And that one?

Like I said, Duke.

He's all yours. Him too.

That's more like it.

Be too dangerous
to leave both of 'em living.

They might trail us.

How'd you like to have
some hot lead for supper, boy?

You don't have the guts
to sh**t an unarmed man

while he's facing you,
Duke.

I figure I'll get mine
in the back.

[ laughing ]

Doggone it, Slim.

I still like your style.

Too bad you turned out
the way you did.

Yeah.
Nick?

Lock up the women.

I'll get rid
of these two,

then we can
ride out of this place
before Bedloe turns soft.

No, wait.

I'll make a bargain with you,
Mr. Bedloe.

This ain't your store, lady,
you can't make no bargains here.

Quiet, Duke.

Speak up, miss.

I'll trade
some important information

for the lives of Slim
and my brother.

How important?

That's for you to judge.

But after you've heard it,
if it's worth it

you'll have to live up
to your end of the bargain.

She's trying
to trick you.

That's it.

All wool
and a yard wide.

Well, I've heard
everything else today.

Go ahead.

Jock, tell them
who I am.

You're my sister, Marcie.

No, Jock, the truth.
What we both know.

This isn't getting us
nowhere.

Please, Jock.
It's very important.

You're my adopted sister.

Go on.

How did it happen?

Everything?

When I was a kid, Granny Moore
brought a baby girl to my folks.

They couldn't have no more kids,
so they wanted her -- bad.

Old Granny made 'em promise
to treat her like their own.

Never tell anyone about it.

Write her name
in the family Bible.

Why have I got to
tell him, Marcie?

He's lying.

Granny told me
I was the one.

You shut up.

It's her ring.

The one I gave my wife.

She gave it to Jock's folks
before Ma died.

I mean Jock's ma.

She gave it to me
and told me the truth.

If you keep
your end of the bargain,

about Slim and Jock,
I'll go with you.

Oh, no, you won't.
I'm going.

I told you to shut up.

All you was interested
in was money and easy living.

You was takin' me
before she started talking.

Yeah, I was taking you,
but I knew you wasn't the one.

I guess most anybody
will take second best

when they figure
the real thing's passed them up.

Now you just stay
out of this.

What you did wasn't easy.

I'll make it up to you,
I swear.

Put the men in jail
with the women, Duke.

Her too.

You change your mind
real fast, Bedloe.

Yeah, Duke, I do.

Now saddle horses,
and let's not have
any more trouble.

Get 'em all in jail,
I'll bring the money.

Bring the women, Nick.

Look out!

[ screaming ]

Get Duke's g*n.

There's three of them left.

They probably heard the shots.
They'll be coming.

Bedloe!

Bedloe!
Duke!

Bedloe!

Duke!

What's going on
in there?

Better get 'em
before they split.

Let's go.

Heard the shots, Slim.

[ laughs softly ]

Reckon the Laramie bank

ain't been robbed today
after all.

Not this time,
Bedloe.

Guess I'm not as good a judge
of character as I thought.

Duke...a lot more savvy
than I'd figured.

And you,
you'd have been all right

if you hadn't been
on the wrong side of the law.

[ chuckles ]
Or maybe the right side.

Will you take care
of Marcie?

Take her home, Jock.

She's had a hard day.

After saving the town's money
the people of Laramie

are gonna be real proud
of Marcie Benson.

You can count on that.

Whoa!

What happened to you?
You get lost?

Oh, you been fighting
again, huh?Wait a minute--

That was a longest trip
in the town for supplies
I ever heard of.

What town'd you to go to,
San Francisco?

Now hold on.

What's eating you?I'll tell you
what's eating me.

Every time you take off,
this place falls apart!

You should've been
here today.

That ornery palomino of Andy's

busted up the corral again.

I no sooner get it fixed
than them crazy hogs

bust into the garden
and started rooting it up.

Then a chicken hawk comes by

and takes off with
our good layin' hen.

To top it all off,
I get the dough mixed

for the bread
and there ain't no yeast

'cause you're not back
with the supplies yet.

What did you do?
Spend the whole day in a saloon?

Yeah, Jess, I spent
the whole day in a saloon.

That's what I figured.
Man, if I was to do
something like that

you'd fire me
seven ways from Sunday.

Yeah, I expect I would.

Well, you don't have to be
so dadgummed agreeable
about it, do you?

Did you whip him?

Yeah.