A Man Called Sledge Page #2

of shotgun shells to go with it.

- And a case of Winchesters.

- A long time?

With all that ammo,

you could be gone forever.

Well, should we die before

our journey's through, happy days.

- All is well.

- Amen.

- Put that on the buckboard, please.

- Right.

- Let me on one more time.

- No.

- Business pretty good today, Simms?

- I'd say so now.

I feel like one of them

Eastern war profiteers.

- Oh, yeah, who's warring?

- Some old man in there.

Bought himself enough firepower

to save Custer.

Dolgh, come here.

Excuse me.

I'm the sheriff here in Rockville.

Sorry to bother,

but I'd like to ask a few questions.

Well, go right ahead, sheriff.

You been buying a lot of ammunition.

Could I ask you why?

Well, we got a family, sheriff,

big family going west...

...and them Indians had a dry year.

I don't wanna get caught short

with them being hungry.

- Ever been in Rockville before?

- No, sirree, sheriff.

Seems to me I've seen you before.

Would you mind

stepping outside for a moment?

If you can stand the sight of this

old-timer's face in the light of day...

...I'll gladly accommodate you.

You make one sound

and you'll be all over the ceiling.

And you, put your hands on the

counter and keep your mouth shut.

Old man.

His deputy is nosing around

that other store.

You go over and tell him

the sheriff wants to talk to him.

And the rest of you

get out of town, nice and easy.

You'll never make it

out the door, Sledge.

Yeah, you know me.

The name, the face

and the price, huh?

If I don't get out, you don't.

You ain't gonna get a chance

to sit around a stove...

...remembering your one day of glory.

That deputy of yours don't get

over here, your twilight years are over.

Easy, now.

- Boss, you want me?

- Yeah, Dolgh. Come on in.

It's Sledge, look out!

Get him. Get him.

Try anything else

and you'll have a closed coffin.

Cindy! Cindy!

Mommy!

We gotta get the hell out of here.

They're setting up a crossfire.

Toby's trying to make it back in.

Oh, how many times

they wanna kill him?

Tell those crazy bastards

he's already dead.

This is Ripley.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire!

You tell them we're walking out.

All of us.

You two-bit Wyatt Earp, tell them.

Don't believe all that crap about

your tin star. You bleed just like we do.

We're coming out.

We got your sheriff.

Now, stay out of the streets.

Anybody sights a rifle,

fires a shot...

...you got yourselves a dead sheriff.

Hooker, see if you can coax

Goldie May over here.

Goldie May, here.

Come on, Goldie May.

Come on, baby, come on.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on, now. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Easy, there. Come on, baby.

Easy. Come on.

Now, hold it.

Hooker.

Put him up on Goldie May with Toby.

Tie him good around him.

Where are you taking me?

I'm gonna let them Apaches

you use for trackers find you.

Ride him, Toby.

Ride him straight to hell!

We've been outnumbered before...

...and for a hell of a lot less money.

Must be some reason

nobody ever tried to take it.

What's the longest distance

you ever followed them?

After they leave prison,

about five miles.

Well, that ain't very far.

We're gonna follow that gold

every step of the way.

Somewhere there's gotta be a place

where we can take it.

That's what we're gonna look for.

I don't like the idea

of those guards being professionals.

Forget it.

They haven't used

those guns in 10 years.

They ain't professionals.

We are.

Stay here. I'm going down

to see how close I can get.

Rider coming.

Rider coming!

Seen a lot of formations in my time,

but never one like that cross.

The hell with it.

You couldn't take it with a pope.

Relax.

Don't you even know the sound

of Beetle slopping in the saddle?

It's Beetle, all right.

He's taking Ria up to your place.

What are we gonna do, Sledge?

You're gonna sit and wait

till I tell you what to do.

There's a way.

There's gotta be a way.

I'm getting itchy

staying around here.

That sheriff's gonna come smelling

us out and he won't take us alive.

We should've killed him

when we had the chance.

- Hooker?

- Yeah?

You and the boys go outside.

I wanna talk to Sledge.

That suits me just fine, especially

if you can find out what's going on.

We gotta move on to something else.

Got nothing in my pocket but a hole.

I want that gold!

Maybe $300,000!

I ain't kidding myself it's the last one.

I'm gonna finish my life

with a white picket fence...

...and the little woman

making biscuits.

Me sprouting gray

like a tree in the fall.

I'm gonna get it

with a bullet in my head.

Or a rope around my neck. I want

a little taste of living before I go.

You try to take that gold,

you're committing suicide.

You thinking of riding, Ward?

Yeah, in the morning.

Had a lot of good times together.

Yeah.

What about the others?

They'll stay with you if you want them.

I'd damn sure watch them,

they're getting hungry.

Ria?

- Ria?

- I'm up here.

You been crying?

I don't even remember

the last time a woman cried over me.

Most times I don't even remember

their faces in the morning.

Nobody meant much to me before.

Before you.

But you want that gold

more than you want me.

That's why I've been crying, Sledge.

You know, you were the first.

The first time I felt anything.

Used to think there was something

wrong with me until you came along.

I'm your woman, Sledge,

no matter what happens.

I'll always be yours.

I love you.

Keep it going, there.

Come on now, old man.

You watch it, old fool.

Get him, old man!

I feel like dancing!

What's all the commotion?

It's the old man.

He was inside with Dorothy.

You boys should have seen me

in my prime.

They don't make them

like me anymore.

Why, there was a time I could

have taken you all on, all of you!

- Just when the hell was that, old man?

- Before they locked me in that prison.

There wasn't a man that could lock

horns with me in this territory.

You're a liar.

You was as good as you say you were,

you'd be six feet under.

You're feeling mean, because

you know that gold can't be taken...

...and you've seen it yourself.

And I tell you...

...if you try to take it you're gonna

wind up dead or in prison...

...and that's the closest you'll ever

get to it, through six inches of steel.

I know. I've been

closer to that gold inside...

...than any man on the outside...

...and I tell you,

it can't be taken.

Oh, yes, it can!

I knew it! I knew it all the time.

We're gonna take that gold,

and we're gonna take all of it.

And you and your tales of old-timers

don't mean a whiff of cow dung...

...because you never had

the guts to do it.

- We're gonna take it from the inside.

- The inside?

Right.

Now, tell me the layout.

And you better have a good memory...

...or I'm gonna bust you

like I did that bottle.

Well, I told you.

They put the gold in a vault.

Used to be like all the other cells,

but they lined it with steel...

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes