5 Card Stud Page #4

Figure like the killer. First,|you get the names of everybody.

Then you kill the guy|who gave them to you.

You sure want him out of the way.

You're pretty good at that,|figuring like the killer.

- Finish your drink.|- You have to start it to finish it.

That's what this meeting's about.

You're head of the Miners'|Association, so act like it.

Tell the Marshal|to stop these killings.

- No miner has been hurt.|- Not so far.

It takes two hands to pan for gold,|and you can't shoot with your teeth.

- We gotta have protection.|- All right.

- I'll see what I can do.|- All right.

- I'm doing what I can.|- We've had killings before.

But out in the open,|and we could deal with them.

This don't make sense,|and anyone can be next.

When we had two dead,|I put up $2,000.

Now we got four dead,|I'll put up $4,000.

A thousand a head, $4,000.

That's more than you make digging|gold. I don't see anyone claiming it.

We're here to ask|what you're doing about it.

I'm just a plain town marshal.

I'm not a Pinkerton detective.

I've got one deputy to help me out.

And Otis and me,|we can't cover the ground.

You can put up $1,000 an hour,|it won't give us more eyes and ears.

We need more tin stars, not rewards.

Any one of you can be sworn in.|If you find anyone else, send them in.

If you make everyone a deputy,|you'll be swearing in the killer.

I don't want any star.|But I am serving notice.

I'm wearing my gun tied down, and|if I have to, I am going to use it.

A man'd be a fool not to wear a gun|and a bigger fool to use it too fast.

Someone who meant no harm could|die reaching for a chew of tobacco.

You listen to Nick Evers and Rincon|will have more dead than Gettysburg.

I'll tell you this:

I can't control the miners much longer,|they're rounding up hotheads.

Either you do something or they will,|and I can't say I blame them.

Nick says wear your gun|and use it fast.

Mr Morgan says wear it|and use it slow.

I say don't wear it|and you won't use it at all.

- Do you wear a gun?|- Yes.

But I'll leave it at home|if everyone else does, too.

And end up|hanging by your bell-rope?

Well...

I could tell you to pray, but I don't|believe the killer answers to prayer.

I'll remind you of another thing:|all four dead men were wearing guns.

The guns didn't save them.

Can I ask you a question?|Why does a preacher put on a gun?

People get funny ideas|about a preacher.

That when he starts pounding a Bible|he stops being a man. That's not so.

But the Book doesn't say|a man can't make himself better.

So I say, leave the guns at home.

Marshal.

I hate to go in there.

Just stay away|from the flour barrels.

Are you still mad at me, Nick?

Not you, the world.

The world?

It's flat.

- Be with you quick as I can.|- Take your time, Mrs Wells.

This will make beautiful underwear.

The Chicago people say|it's from Switzerland.

Seems a shame to cover it up.

It won't be covered up|all the time, will it?

I mean, you gotta hang it|on a line some time.

You're making this young lady blush.|Did the ribbons and elastic come?

I'll look in the storeroom,|I ain't unpacked everything yet.

- Why did you think I was blushing?|- At your age I did.

Someone like you, I...

- You belong in the storeroom.|- Why?

You were about to say women|like me always wore black lace.

Yes. How else can men tell...|who they're with?

They can tell long before|they get to the underwear.

The last thing I expected|was to like you.

Thanks. Women usually|don't like women who like men.

Here it is.

I'll wrap it for you in a jiffy,|Miss Langford.

- I hope I'm not keeping you.|- No hurry, I'm getting an education.

Hey, mister.

- Say, aren't you Nick Evers?|- Yeah.

I hear you said every man|should keep his gun handy.

- That's right.|- I agree. Handy means handy.

- Yeah.|- Come on.

What's been done, huh?|Not a damn thing.

- I say we put in a new marshal.|- Right.

If we don't do something,|no one will.

- Looking for someone?|- Making sure nobody's looking for me.

Stop waving that around. Put it away.

Make this town safe|and you can have it.

You're making it unsafe.|I'll take the gun.

Oh, no.

- What would you do if I gave it back?|- I'd load it right back up again.

- Try with that.|- That ain't gonna stop me.

- I'll get another one.|- You got another.

- Drop it or I'll throw you in jail.|- No.

- You heard me. Hand it over.|- No.

Stop it, you crazy fools.

Get down.

I don't care what side you're on,|don't take it here.

All you can shoot off is your mouth.

I can't cover the side|of the street from here.

Van, don't!

- They'll kill him.|- If you can't stand it, don't watch.

I'm glad you didn't listen to yourself|and leave that home.

Sounds like the war is over,|and without me, too.

Every player has his way of going.|Some raise, some call...

...some just pass.

I owe you something.|Say it and you got it.

Come to God's House|every Sunday for a month.

That's a steep price for just my life.

- Miss Langford, meet...|- We've met.

At the window.|We were looking at the same goods.

She means you.|We were afraid you'd get shot.

- Looks like I could still get shot.|- Not by me.

I've been put out enough to do it.

You're both lying.|You could. But you couldn't.

He thinks he knows about women.

You don't, do you?|Oh, about one little thing, maybe.

How's Al?

He isn't cold,|but he won't be warm for a while.

I'm going to move him to my place.

So now we've got a dead deputy|and a shot-up marshal.

That ain't much law.

Al knows it all right.

He said for you|to get help from Denver.

All right, I'll take the next stage out.

But we need some tin|showing around here.

Is Al up to swearing in|some deputies?

- He can do that, but not much more.|- Anyone want to volunteer?

We can't ask you, Mr Rudd,|but Van, we could use your help.

I don't think so, a gambler with a star?

Some folks think no gambler is honest,|they'd call it a stealing badge.

You know why they might say that?

Because men once gambled|for the clothes of Christ.

Putting flowers|on your brother's grave.

That's what finally|gave you away to me.

Lucky the right man|happened to see me.

It didn't just happen.|I made it happen.

I was looking for the man|who was looking for me, you.

Somebody who'd talk.|You saved me a long hunt.

What were you doing|in that street this afternoon?

You're not here to stop killing,|but to kill.

I'm particular about who gets killed.

It would've been odd,|you getting yours out there today.

All right, who's next?

George, bartender at Mama Malone's.

- He was in the card game?|- It was after hours, why not?

- He was in the hanging party?|- Right up front.

Bartender George, that makes five.

You make six,|my brother makes seven.

How many more were in that game?

- Just one.|- And when do I get that name?

- After you settle with George.|- I see.

One at a time all the way, that's it?

That's it.

This name you're keeping back.|Why save him for last?

He led the hanging.

When I tried to stop him,|he used a gun butt on me.

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