New Mexico territory - 1865
Caroline Weaver 1818 - 1861
somebody out there?
Who?
Who's out there?
- I got a gun by me. - That you, medford?
Who's that?
Matt Weaver.
Weaver.
You stop right there, Weaver.
Don't you come no closer.
You crazy?
What are you doing here?
Doing? This is my farm!
No more it ain't.
I'm warning you.
- This is my house. - No more it ain't.
I bought it from Sam Brewster.
- Brewster? - Yeah, Brewster.
After Grant mustered us out.
Why, this ain't been your house, reb,
for pretty near three years.
Now you start walking off my land!
And keep off.
Welcome.
Welcome home, sefior Matt.
Home?
It's been stolen out from under me by this thieving town.
My house is yours.
A roof over your head.
I aim to sleep under my own roof.
- What's going on here, Billy? - Matt Weaver.
- Weaver? - He's got a gun.
He's heading for Brewster's.
Tuttle! Hey, tuttle!
What's the rumpus?
The reb is back.
The reb?
Tuttle!
Hey, tuttle!
Yes? What? What?
- Matt Weaver's here. - Jumping Joseph!
Headed for Brewster's, and carrying a gun.
Mr. Brewster's with a gun! Wait for me!
Crane, what is it?
He's as big as life out there.
Matt Weaver.
What?
- I'll put a bullet through him. - Crane, please.
And end my nightmare for good and all.
- Crane, you're drunk. - Don't say it.
Don't you ever say it.
God...
Brewster! Open up, Brewster!
Brewster, open up!
Brewster!
Brewster, open up!
It's the reb, sure enough, pounding on Brewster's door.
- Let's hurry! - Brewster!
Brewster, I'm coming in.
Come on down, Brewster, or I'm coming up!
Weaver!
Stand clear!
Crane.
- Ruth. - It's between me and him.
- You got him in the arm. - I aimed for his reb heart.
Your performance is never up to your intentions.
Ruth, take crane home.
Welcome, sheriff. Welcome.
Now that you're here...
Ls it in your capacity to arrest this man?
He broke into my house, tried to kill me--
kill?
- I came here to ask about my farm. - To ask?
Ask, and it will be given thee.
But with a rifle in your hands--
Matt...Come on, Matt.
Sheriff.
Matt, get ahold of yourself. Put Brewster out of your mind.
You're trying to take on a whole town, not one man.
Old folks and womenfolks and Mexicans
and a couple of cripples like crane,
that's what this town is.
But you come back on your own legs,
swinging your own arms, seeing out of both your eyes.
Well, I found my daddy.
In Tennessee.
It was my daddy, all right, but his head was shot off.
So... I picked up his rifle.
Picked up where he left off.
And I stayed to the end.
The end--now it's over. The war's over.
- Not here it ain't. - No, sir.
Not while Brewster can keep it going.
He said medford-- medford bought my farm from Brewster.
Well, how did Brewster get it?
How? How did Brewster get it?
When they auctioned it off, nobody had any ready cash,
except for Brewster.
- Anted up just to keep things legal. - Legal?
Legal? We was mustered out to return home.
Articles of surrender didn't say nothing about confiscation.
Boy, now you just lost a pint of blood. You quiet down.
So Brewster picked up my farm cheap...
...sold at a profit to medford?
Just widows and old folks dying off.
And who's picking up their leavings?
You get out of this town, boy.
Comes morning, you're still here,
pick up your gear and walk out of here.
Keep walking. Never come back.
- What's the holy racket? - Church summons.
- On Tuesday morning? - Funeral for John medford.
Crazy reb killed medford out at his farm last night.
This is the meetingest town.
- How long is the stop here? - In pecos, no longer than I can help.
Quarter hour, maybe.
Our good reverend, father mcmichaels,
has given me leave to speak a few words
over the body of my friend and yours.
A union hero of apache canyon.
One of the few to return to us
from that valley of death.
May John medford's soul rest in peace.
- Amen. - Amen.
Peace for John medford.
But not for us, my friends, not yet.
This morning, we woke up to find that we've got still another widow
in a town that's already got more than its share,
and she was widowed by a reb. Matt Weaver.
No, the war is not over for us, friends.
This confederate soldier--
he's still in uniform, mind, still bearing arms--
invaded this township,
broke into my house, tried to kill me, broke out of jail--
if you believe our good sheriff--
and in the secret places, he did smite to death an innocent.
I put it to you,
how do we smite this enemy of the lord?
Now, listen here. You listen here to me.
I brung the first wagons in.
I can bring this rebel boy in to stand trial.
I got to bring him in.
We're not forgetting what you done
when you was able, you old war horse.
We're not gonna send you out to get cut down by a crazy reb.
Suppose you just tell us what you're working us up to.
Now, lacking a posse, or the sheriff able to do the job--
come to me, we could call on the U.S. marshal in Santa fe for help.
Except the U.S. marshal's got a territory
full of looters and rebs to clean up.
Last word from Santa fe, they got a backlog a year long.
But we can't wait a year. We can't wait a week.
Business will go to pot.
How many more can Matt Weaver widow in a year?
I hear you, Mr. McKeever,
so I'm digging into my own pocket.
I sent crane Adams to amarillo to hire a lawman
able to flush that reb out of these hills
and end this war we thought was over.
A lawman, Mr. Brewster? Crane went to find a gunfighter.
A gunfighter kills the man he goes after--
no trial, no jury,
guilty or innocent, he kills him. Are you asking us to believe--
I'm asking you nothing, Mrs. Adams.
Women don't vote here.
You turning this funeral service into a meeting, Sam?
Well, I've got a vote. And I'm asking you--
are you saying we're not gonna hear Matt's side of it?
Dispense with all due process of law?
How many here besides me lost sons?
Hands! Hands!
How many here lost husbands?
Hands!
Due process of law, barker, in wartime?
Until every last murdering reb lays down his arms, it's still war.
And we got a new widow in our midst that needs our help.
Stint not, brother. Stint not.
Give.
Give...And it shall be given unto you.
All aboard!
You paid through to Santa fe.
Found you a little life, huh?
Don't look for it to last.
Go! Giddyup!
How'd it go?
Medford's gone for good, and Weaver's good as gone.
I'll take over.
You sure you want this side of town?
Mexican town's just over the wash.
Well, you'll be a sight more comfortable here.
Billy, take Mr...
Take the gentleman's bags up to number five front.
Staying long, Mr...
You knew I'd open for that signal.
Well, who's out there--crane? Who else?
Nobody's out there.
I came here to find out for myself.
Did you kill John medford?
Well, I went crazy.
I tried to scare him off with bullets.
Well, old medford come out with his hands up.
To talk, he said. No guns, he said.
So I put down mine, and he got close and pulled this.
He missed, and I didn't.
Ruth, I swear that's what happened.
Even if I believed you, what difference would it make?
- The whole town is after you. - I know. I know.
Five weeks walking here, Ruth.
And now i-- i get here, and...
Ruth, I'm tore up. Not just medford.
You and crane-- how could you marry?
If you ever came back, i wanted to be sure
that I wouldn't be waiting for you.
Well, you fixed it sure, all right.
You never would believe that I cared that much...
About men buying and selling other men.
You wouldn't let yourself care.
You didn't love me enough to stop yourself
from doing the one thing that could finish us off for good.
I told you a thousand times i had to go find my daddy!
That is not why you went!
You went because you're pigheaded like your father.
Because you couldn't do like the rest if it killed you.
Matt.
Yell at me again.
It feels real homelike.
You were such a mean, stubborn boy,
it was the only way i could make you listen.
I used to wonder if you'd ever grow up.
And you never did. Hold that.
I grew up, but you're right.
I never was much on reasonableness,
and having my farm stolen out from me doesn't make me any more so.
You never were, and you never will be.
I'm glad i didn't wait for you.
Are you happy with crane?
Crane left town yesterday.
He went...
He went to find a gunfighter.
Gunfighter?
- To fight what? - To fight you.
Brewster.
It'll take crane a week.
If you leave now, they'll never find you.
That's my mother's grave out there, Ruth.
I planted them vines on the porch.
I live here till I die, sooner or later.
However long I live, I'll fight the whole town
for the right to die here.
Now you answer me.
You happy?
Happy?
This is the house i was going to live in until I died.
You planted vines.
I knew where i was going to plant roses.
I loved you.
I loved you so much that now I hate you.
Because you're a thief, Matt.
You stole yourself away from me for nothing.
For nothing.
You stole my rightful life away from me.
I got a half dollar says he's a skinny runt tied to a big gun.
Them skinny ones get handy with a gun.
They got to, you know.
Wait here. I'll go find Brewster.
Dancer.
Let me through. Let me through, please.
Mr. Brewster, this is Mr. dancer.
Good morning, sir.
You one-armed toad.
Drag me 100 miles in that square-wheeled hearse for what?
For nothing! Your brain's rotten with booze.
Mr. Brewster--
- can't you do nothing right? - Mr. Brewster--
I sent you after a gunfighter, and what'd you come back with?
How do you find a gunfighter?
You don't go to church. You go to a saloon.
Saloonkeeper says the top gun is a fella by the name of Jewel.
But he had to move on, and now we're using dancer.
So I go to dancer, i tell him we're paying $300--
- Jewel! - And you pay his coach fare here...
- And where is he now? - Here. He's here. Jewel.
- Where? - There.
Your name Jewel?
No.
The hotel register.
My name is...
"Jules..."
"Gaspard..."
"D'estaing."
Jules--soft silent
gaspard-- silent
d'estaing-- just a touch of diphthong.
Touch of diphthong?
Well, try...Jules.
Jewel.
The "j" is still a little hard.
Try this...
No.
I'm just going to call you if I need you, Jewel.
Please, step along to my office now.
I'll find out soon enough if I'm gonna need you.
How many steps?
Right down the street here to the bank.
The bank.
Where the money's kept.
Too hot.
You a gunfighter?
We got a little problem around here.
It's quite a story. Quite a story.
- There's this reb-- - where?
On this farm he owns.
Just a short ride out of town.
Horseback ride?
I stay off horses.
Well, I guess you could walk it.
I'm not much for walking, either.
I'll take care of your reb.
$500.
I am not dancer.
I'll take his $300 on account.
Now.
There...
In your breast pocket.
The banker's sweating.
My hotel room's cooler.
After the time you've wasted for us,
you'd better pray this Jewel's what they say he is
and does what he says he'll do.
And that's two things I'm settling right now.
- I'm back. - I put your coffee on your desk.
What I want to hear is how you're going to earn your money.
With a bullet in his back, no doubt.
In his--
what I am talking about is you're here,
and he's out there.
Now, you won't ride. You won't walk.
He will have to come to me.
He can't work a farm under siege.
He's been shooting his food.
Every sunup we hear his rifle cracking away.
Weaver's always been a dead shot.
Not with an empty rifle.
Now, where would a man buy or steal bullets in this town?
The emporium.
Suppose I'm tired of this hotel room...
...and the emporium might seem more...
Homelike.
Not hardly.
The adamses live upstairs.
Crane might, but Ruth--
by the way you walked into my room, I'd say you owned the hotel.
Wouldn't surprise me if you owned a piece of every business in this town.
I own more than a piece of the emporium.
I can tell you that.
So you see...
I have more faith in your powers of persuasion than you do.
I'll put it to crane.
"If a man know not how to rule his own house--"
"ls he a man?"
Yes, sir.
Catch Weaver red-handed stealing.
That is a cut above a bullet in the back, you gotta admit.
Hear you held a town meeting the other day.
How did they vote?
Who?
- Mexicans? - Don't vote. Live here.
Around about.
They go their way. We go ours.
- Two separate towns, like. - They're farmers?
Work our farms if they wanna eat.
- Don't eat much. - Don't need much. They're different.
I can see how you could afford to go union.
We went union because we're against sedition and slavery.
And sin.
All but one die-hard reb.
Well...
...let's close him out.
Ruth!
Mrs. Adams, this is Mr. Jewel.
- Yes. - Well, crane.
I brought you some business, boy. Bit out of your line, maybe.
I got a boarder for you.
A boarder, man, a boarder. For a couple of days.
Mr. Jewel here, he don't fancy the hotel much.
- We don't take in boarders. - First time for everything.
We don't take in boarders.
Ruth! I'm putting it to you.
What's Ruth got to do with it?
The work.
A woman's work is never done in a boardinghouse, I'm sure.
I've been meaning to take a long look at these books of yours
first chance I got.
Crane, boy, you can't afford not to take a boarder.
You'll find miz Adams here sets a nice table.
You heard. You'd be doing the work.
If you don't want him here, speak up!
- Well, that's all settled. - Yes.
I'll be on my way now.
- If you'll show me the way. - Certainly.
A spare room. Means room to spare.
- It was never a question of room. - Yes, just the company.
I do hope you don't find me too troublesome.
And what if I do?
Isn't it easier to keep an eye on me here
than from your front steps?
It's crane's.
He...Played beautifully.
Sleep well, my child
silvery dreams be thine
may happiness
illume your way
French!
That was French.
You French?
Creole.
New Orleans.
Born in New Orleans?
It's funny.
Don't you see the joke?
Joke's on Brewster.
We hired a reb to kill a reb!
Born in New Orleans, but no reb.
- Union? - No.
Well, now...
Let's just hear how you managed that.
- Managed to be in Mexico. - Sat it out. Slacker?
Reb or slacker, which makes you feel better?
Nothing can make me feel better about you.
Put nothing past you.
Know what I think? I think you're lying straight through.
Creole! I say you're Mexican.
Crane!
I'll tell you what I am... And what you are.
I'm a man with a gun...
And you're drunk.
Please go.
Good night.
Deuces wild.
I'll open with $1.00.
- I call. - Call.
I'm out.
$1.00.. And raise you 15.
I'm out.
- Call. - Out.
Light.
Cards?
Two.
One.
One for the dealer.
I bet 25.
Out.
25...
And 25 better.
I call you, damn it.
Beat four aces!
Five kings.
Show 'em!
Four kings...
And a deuce.
No deuce.
Five kings.
You...
What's this?
Never dealt a hand like that before.
Never seen such a town.
Nobody challenges the deal.
Brewster's trained you.
Mr. tuttle will collect for me.
I'll come by for my money tomorrow.
Your own hired hand,
and you're letting him thieve you and walk away.
Jewel!
We hired your gun.
Might favor us with a sharp-shooting exhibition.
Tomorrow, maybe?
Fancy-shooting exhibition tomorrow night.
Bring your friends.
Crane?
Don't tell me the boarder made it home first.
I heard shots. They woke me.
Just a little gunplay in the saloon.
Nobody hurt.
Gunpmy?
Guns are playthings to you?
Play and work, Mrs. Adams.
Work and play.
Tell me something.
The truth.
Ineverhe.
L.-
I have this feeling--
that you are playing with us-- all of us.
And...
...that you really don't intend to do what you've been paid to do.
Is that a question or a request?
I'm not sure.
Maybe both.
Your first smile...
First in a long time.
Much longer since I've laughed.
My mother used to scold me for laughing too much.
Is that why you stopped?
My mother died, and my father.
When the war reached us here...L don't know.
One day I stopped laughing.
You were not born here.
New england--
in a white town in a green valley.
I wish we'd never left.
This came from new england
with crane's family.
Nothing good comes from the savage south.
I'm not one of those northerners who despises the whole south.
We knew a family here that--
well, a Southern family.
They were wonderful people. Warm, kind, happy.
Your second smile.
You didn't answer my question.
Will I do what I've been paid to do?
What would I gain by answering it?
Well, your second smile was your last for a while.
I'll answer your question.
I'm in business for money. And pleasure, too.
A town that hires a gunfighter
is always a henhouse with just one rooster,
a few fat capons, a few clipped wings.
What happens when a man with a gun walks in?
That's play, Mrs. Adams. Fun!
When the fun is over,
I'll pull the trigger.
Where does crane go at night?
Why does he drink?
What is Matt Weaver to crane?
What is he to you?
Tell me...
Was crane a whole man before he lost his arm?
Are you a whole woman?
Always this hot in pecos?
Hot?
It'll get much hotter before it cools off...
In winter.
We have snow in winter.
Mr. Guthrie used to say it's either burn or freeze in pecos.
The late Mr. Guthrie.
Are those fresh flowers?
Yes. They're from my garden.
May I?
Thank you.
I want to buy a horse, Mr. kenarsie.
Buy?
I recollect you saying something about staying off horses.
Until I have to get on one.
I want you to keep it here and saddled up for the next 24 hours.
I hear you. Knew we could look for a little action soon, eh?
Well, now, let's see what we got here.
Here's a goodie. Yes, sirree.
Yeah...
Here, boy.
There's a steal. $30.
Who is stealing from whom, Mr. kenarsie?
Four hours' ride and this horse will go lame.
You got a pretty good feel for a horse-shy city fella, huh?
Well, now, let's see what else we got here.
You've got nothing here but that.
No, no. That sorrel ain't for sale.
I nursed him up from a Colt. Ride him myself.
I wouldn't sell him for gold.
$30 in currency.
No, no. I wouldn't sell him.
I can't allow you to cheat yourself, Mr. kenarsie.
$30 when I take him out.
He's worth 200.
Thirty.
Now saddle him up, and keep him saddled.
Matt!
Sefior mam!
Cornmeal.
And news.
Gunfighter in town.
He's due, don't worry.
But I do, amigo.
I have seen him.
And today he bought a horse
that he will use before tomorrow night.
Yeah, well...
I'm ready and waiting for him.
If you got it to spare...
...thank you kindly.
But...
This...
You can't spare that.
I can shoot mine.
True.
To us they will not sell shot.
Shave--one dime.
I admire your enterprise.
The war shorted me on customers, in a manner of speaking.
I had to do something to make ends meet.
Show me that.
I'm showing that on consignment for...One of our local widows.
Husband didn't make it back.
Bargain at $50.
I'll take it.
I'll pay Mrs. Guthrie when I see her.
Well, now, i didn't say Mrs.--
no, sirree. I don't do business--
well, you can't just-- what am I gonna tell Mrs. Guthrie?
I'll tell her.
My motto is eliminate the middle man by hook or crook.
Sefior, you will kill Matt Weaver?
Sefior, why does it interest you?
He is the only man here who... Treats us like men.
Matt Weaver, and his father before him.
The reb?
People aren't simple, are they? Yes, I've been hired to kill Matt Weaver.
Save your breath.
And tell them they've been wasting theirs.
If only a man with a gun can solve their problems, I'm not the man.
I'm not even interested.
You have time to kill me and get away.
Cover up for a thief? I won't do it.
If these bullets keep me alive...
...l'll pay you back.
Say what you mean, Matt. Say you're just ready to keep on killing.
I told you, Ruth, i fight to keep what's mine.
I'm ready for your gunfighter now, so you just send him after me.
Is that the way you came in? Well, leave that way now.
Ruth, I never thanked you for coming out to warn me.
I do thank you, Ruth.
- Hurry, Matt. - Ruth...
I'm saying goodbye.
Only way I know.
I love you and I'm sorry I'm like I am.
Don't you cover up--
may I join you?
Who's he?
I board here.
No, sir, you're the gunfighter.
- A gunfighter without a gun. - You're taking quite a chance.
I passed up my chance of killing you.
I wanted to look you over...
...ask a question.
Yeah, well, look quick.
I killed so many men these past four years, one more don't matter none.
You tell me you passed up your chance. You think I'm gonna pass up mine?
Truce for the night.
Then you believe them when they say I'm crazy.
So am I. It's a funny thing--
a man crazy to live takes a chance and dies.
A man who doesn't care takes the same chance and gets away with it.
That's called "the Jules gaspard law."
All right. All right.
So far you're getting away with it.
Now, about that question?
Why were you the one reb in a union town?
What kind of a question--
well, I used to have a reason. Lots of them.
Was it to defend your...
Let's call it your slave-owning rights?
Slave-owning rights? Slave-owning-
who ever seen a slave in these parts--you, Ruth?
Not unless you seen my pa and me slavin' away for Brewster.
Payin' off loans for seed and stock.
Took longer to pay off the interest than the loans.
I know.
I know it's a poor, mean excuse of a reason to carry arms.
Sometimes...
Sometimes it seems like, to me, i went reb just to cross Brewster.
Don't believe him.
He's what he is because he can't do anything like anybody else.
And because he hates this town-- as much as you do.
You both hate this town,
and you've allowed it to set you against each other.
You think you've found a way
of persuading me not to do what I've been paid to do.
Have I?
If I were human.
I'm not, I'm told.
You don't want to be.
I believe that you are.
I say you're gonna try to earn your blood money.
Right.
You stand between me and something I want.
Well, when the time comes, it'll help to know you aren't human.
Where are you?
Ruth!
You stopped me!
Couldn't have you claiming my $500.
You let him get away!
My aim was off.
I don't see you hot-footin' it after him.
It's been a tiring night. Your wife caught him stealing.
I made the mistake of coming to the rescue without my gun.
We'll make a fresh start tomorrow.
Sure.
Good night.
- Caught him stealing? - Yes.
- Or arranged it? - No.
Or maybe set up a truce parley between him and the gunfighter?
Sober up before you accuse me.
What did you promise the gunfighter to let Matt go?
I saw Mr. Adams, then I saw you through the--
well, it's early, but I thought you might be--you're not open?
We just opened.
Well, if Mrs. Adams isn't about yet, i can just come back a little later.
Well...What did you have in mind?
Just some bread. So, it can wait.
Mrs. Guthrie, do you know that i am now the proud possessor of this?
That isn't why I came here.
I don't want you to think that's why I came here.
Are you willing to part with it... To me?
I must part with it...
If you're sure you want it.
I want it.
Now, what did Mr. Fiddler say it was worth?
He said he thought i might get...$25 for it.
Now, 50 is the price Mr. Fiddler quoted
and what it's worth to me.
L.-
I can't allow you to--
now, Mrs. Guthrie,
don't you think you owe yourself...
...a new dress?
I haven't had a new dress since--
it's been a long time.
Silk.
Or maybe something gay.
I really can't decide!
I'm afraid of losing all control with my newfound riches.
I'll just have to think it over and come back a little later.
Thread.
Yes! Thread! I do need some thread.
It's white.
Thank you for opening for me.
There you are, Ruth.
Good morning, Hannah.
One spool of thread? That's 12 cents, please.
It's a lovely morning, isn't it?
Just lovely.
I pray that the watch will be worth $50 to you.
Mrs. Guthrie,
if one dollar of it finds its way into Mr. Fiddler's pocket...
...l promise you I'll smash the watch.
Yes. You--
here you are.
I think I'll buy enough material to make a bonnet to match.
You don't keep a record of 12-cent sales?
What are you?
You know all you need to know.
A hired killer-- how could you choose such a life?
Choose? Why did you marry crane Adams?
Shall I help?
You both love music.
He lost his arm in the holy war to free the slaves.
Lost music with his arm.
So you made it up to him,
hating slavery as you do-- if you do.
Because I've never seen it?
Can't you hate an idea? I hated it.
- And loved crane for hating it, too? - Wanted to.
You're forgetting i was born in New Orleans,
where we see things differently.
Black men are born to be slaves.
You can't believe that.
- Because all men are born equal? - They should be!
Now, you wanted to know how I turned gunfighter.
My father educated me
beyond what in New Orleans we call my station in life.
- I don't understand. - You don't?
My mother asked my father to improve my position.
He refused.
She kept asking.
It annoyed him, so he sold her.
You see, we could say that crane lost his arm...
To free me.
To free me for what?
That is the question, Mrs. Adams.
Have you lost your voice?
Don't look like that.
It's not what you've just told me, it's...
It's what it's made of you.
No. There was a wide choice for the son of a quadroon slave.
Piano player in a fancy house,
backroom gladiator for white gentlemen bettors.
But...Your name. That beautiful French name--
yes. My father's name.
I'm covering it with glory.
You pity him?
I pity his son.
Save your pity for Matt Weaver.
He's dying tonight.
Please.
Last night you let him live.
Today you're going to kill him because of something I've said or done?
There's something I want from you. It's not pity.
Leave your husband
and this hellhole of a town...
With me.
Think about it.
Will you kill Matt Weaver, sefior?
Sefior... I'm not here to talk.
I'm here on very important business.
Do not kill Matt Weaver.
I've been paid to kill him.
I swore to kill him.
And I want to kill him.
Then why do you drink in the morning?
Don't worry about the reb.
His skin is white.
If the white town finds out they need him...
...they'll find a way of getting to him.
No. Never.
Soon.
If I am wrong--
if he lets himself be used--
I will load your gun for you.
Stand by, sefior. Stand by.
I guess you didn't hear crane Adams.
Jewel let Matt Weaver fly free as a bird last night.
Shot at him and missed.
Fine gunfighter.
He's a dead shot.
He done it on purpose. He's from New Orleans.
Mr. Brewster, he's a reb. Just like Matt.
You all had your say now?
All right. I wanna do whatever is right and best for us all.
"Whosoever would be chief among you, let him be your servant."
So, let's hear the will of this meeting.
Get rid of the gunfighter.
Now.
So be it.
I am elected to do the talking, am I?
Then you all bear me witness i do it right.
Today we vary your diet.
There.
God in heaven.
- Goin' to the hotel. - Yeah?
Goin' past it now.
Billy's locked his door.
Like a dog in a garbage heap.
Yes. A mad dog.
What's he doing?
Stop him!
Talk, or I will.
Jewel?
I'd...Like to have a word with you.
Well, here I am.
L.-
I'd like...
...a few words in private, Jewel.
A few words here.
All right.
Kneel!
On your knees, Mr. Brewster.
Brewster, ruler of the roost.
Get on your knees.
Repeat after me.
Don't face me! Face this miserable animal.
He's doin' it.
Now...
Repeat after me.
"L'm a thief.
"And a hypocrite.
"And I beg forgiveness...
"...for all the filth I've burdened you with...
"In this dirtiest of towns...
On the dirty face of the earth."
Say it!
Matt!
Matt Weaver!
Don't move, doc!
I won't. But Brewster's coming in to parley.
We got trouble, Matt.
Crane's dead!
The sheriff's dead drunk.
- Ruth? - All right, last I saw her.
Gunfighter's gone on a rampage.
He's smashed up the whole town. Everybody's hid out.
What you want?
I'm gonna give you the satisfaction of hearin' that from Brewster.
That much you got comin'.
Deed to your farm signed back to you by Mrs. medford.
She told me how medford got himself killed.
How long you known that?
Let's just call this paper a peace treaty.
War's over.
What you want from me for my own farm?
Your help.
Don't look so sad when you make a joke.
- No joke. - Funniest I ever heard.
You bribin' me to kill a gunfighter you hired to kill me.
I'm laughin' fit to kill.
That's your right, Matt.
You got no use for me, and I got none for you.
But fair's fair. I was wrong about medford.
I was wrong to hire the gunfighter.
L just pray you're a better shot than him.
You think you can pray me into being one of your fool hired hands?
The town's full of 'em.
You can do it, and you're gonna do it, so let's just stop talkin' about it.
I know.
You know what?
Ruth.
Ruth and the gunfighter
alone in the emporium ever since crane was killed.
And she went back of her own free will. I saw.
Today...
Crane stopped frettin' about you,
tried to kill the gunfighter.
I got a notion how come he tried.
Go on.
We all know Ruth still got a soft spot in her heart for you.
I got this notion she...
Promised the gunfighter somethin' to let you go.
Crane couldn't stand that.
He said I stood between him and somethin' he wanted.
Well, anyway, they...Been alone there together in the emporium this past hour.
We brung a horse for you.
You've changed your mind?
It was changed for me.
Crane's dead, I'm half dead.
If my going with you will save one whole life...
Ls that the whole reason?
I wish it were.
But the truth is...
...part of me wants to come with you.
And you know that.
I warn you.
It won't keep me alive very long.
You said you never lie,
so I've believed everything you told me.
You said you'd kill Matt.
You said you weren't human.
I told you I'd been told that.
All my life.
It didn't have to be true.
Now you've believed it,
and now it's true.
I give you two lives for the one I took.
Yours...
And Matt Weaver's.
Because what I feel for you...
...might turn out to be the opposite of hate.
I can't risk that.
I'm goin' in.
There!
- Looking for me? - No.
- You goin' somewheres? - Yes.
Without earnin' your blood money?
Which reminds me--
the blood money.
You might use it in my name.
Say, for the emancipation of the local slaves.
Reb.
I'm still not standing between you and something you want?
You're standing between me and the road out of town.
If it wasn't the money, what'd you want?
What'd you get?
Neither profit nor pleasure.
You can't make me draw on you.
Stop trying, doy-
let him go.
Why is he goin'?
What'd you give him to let me off?
Nothing.
Not true.
Oh, god...
Throw the gun.
Get on your knees.
This time say it.
Don't face me. Face this mule of a reb.
Say after me.
"L'm a thief.
And a liar."
Lam a thief...
And a liar.
Say, "forgive me...
"For betraying you and this town.
This town that I now bequeath to your care."
Say it.
Say it!
We did it!
No, you did it, Brewster!
You turned me into one of them.
Now finish it.
Say, "forgive me for betraying this town"!
It's a reb talkin'! I warned you!
That's a reb takin' over!
Say it!
Stop him! Stop him!
Say it!
We just took a vote, Sam. You heard it.
He'll walk this town like he owns it!
Ruth, I...
Here is how you just won the war, reb.
The end