Bandolero!
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1968
- 106 min
- 512 Views
A couple of saddle tramps just rode in.
Looks like they're stopping
at the Lost Love.
But they're not going in.
Yes, sir, I know, I know.
You people are thieves.
Did you know that?
I've been paying interest so long,
I plumb forgot what the capital is.
Nobody forced you to come in...
Force?
Did you hear that? "Force"?
Me with a wife, a mule, two Leghorn
roosters looking for a hen...
...and six young ones to feed,
and all this fool can say is "force"?
- It'll be a cold day in...
Never mind the hard stuff.
We'll just take the paper.
Come on, come on, give me your gun.
This is force, mister.
Get out!
Cort!
Drop it!
Pick it up. Don't let me stop you.
Come out! Drop them!
Don't look too good, does it, Bishop?
Roscoe, go open up the cells. Cort...
...you and Hawkins
help me cover them.
If one of them even spits,
blow his head off.
I need a doctor.
- You ain't hurt. Move!
They shot Nathan Stoner
and killed one of my clerks.
Get your hands up.
John, get Doc Curtis over here
right away.
Bishop, you and one other
in that first cell on the right.
- In there, old man.
Pa.
I figured you'd hit me a turn
one of these days, Bishop.
...they'll call Val Verde
your end of the line.
Well, I've never seen anything so bad
that a little money or talk can't settle.
You can talk till you're blue
in the face if you've a mind to.
I'm a different kind of sheriff
than you've been used to.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Means you can't beg, borrow, steal...
...buy, break or pray
your way out of my jail.
July!
Nathan Stoner just died.
Roscoe, you men search them
and take their gun belts.
All right, let me have them.
Give me a Rosebud, will you?
Coming up.
Say, have you heard about any jobs
to be had around San Anton?
No, and a hundred others have asked
me the same thing since sundown.
Uh-huh. Who do I see about
getting a cot tonight?
- Me, if you got 50 cents.
- Fifty?
The sign over there says
That's when things are slow.
- It's kind of steep.
- No laughing, no talking...
...no singing, no drinking
and no snoring and no spitting.
Right through that door,
and don't step on anyone.
I wanna bed down the horse.
Across the street.
He charges 60 cents.
Well, that seems fair enough.
Seems to me like you could stand
a good scrubbing yourself.
Water washes away
a man's protection...
...lets miseries into his body,
and I'm too old to take chances.
If what you're saying's true,
you're the best-protected man in town.
Well, I ain't sick, never been sick
and don't intend to be sick. Next!
Now, if you're gonna shave,
I'll fill a pan...
...but if you ain't, I won't.
- Fill the pan.
They tell me you're a hangman.
They told you right, friend.
Left Oklahoma City three weeks ago
and headed for Val Verde, Texas.
This'll be one of the biggest jobs
I've had in years:
The Bishop gang.
Judge found them guilty as sin.
Sentenced them to hang
high as a Georgia pine.
Good for the state of Texas too
when they're out of the way.
- How many did they catch?
Ex-Quantrill men, mostly.
Leastways, Bishop is.
Be the first Texans I ever hung.
I plan to enjoy it.
Hey, bring my clothes over here,
will you?
- Ain't you gonna shave?
- No.
What in the worid...?
Can't make up their mind.
I can't stand it...
...I've gotta keep this place
spick-and-span.
A fella can't even make up his mind...
Afternoon.
- Howdy.
Get down and set a spell, friend.
Got more fish here if you're hungry.
Mighty generous of you.
I'm a generous man. Believe in it.
Make yourself at home.
Coffee there. Sweet biscuits there.
Hey, you got all the comforts.
- Yes, sir, friend. I enjoy life.
My soul's on fire with the spirit of it,
if you know what I mean.
That's fine.
Well, it looks to me like
you must be a rope drummer.
Oh.
No, just the tools of my professin.
I'm a hangman.
A hangman? Well, I declare.
On my way to hang the Bishop gang
down in Val Verde.
Well, they finally got that bunch, huh?
Caught, jailed, tried and gonna hang.
Well, I sure am happy
to come across you, Mr...
Grimes. Ossie Grimes,
of the Oklahoma Grimes.
Mr. Grimes, yes, sir.
Yeah, I sure am happy I've run across...
You know, I've always been
sort of curious about your job.
Well, there's a lot more to it
than most folks think.
There's nothing worse
than a sloppy hanging.
Back in Oklahoma, I once watched them
hang a fella five times before it took.
Five times? Five?
Just exactly what do you
have to know, Mr. Grimes...
...in order to make a good,
clean, professional job of it?
Well, just about everything.
You have to know how tall
your subject is, how much he weighs...
...his neck size
and how he feels about it all.
- Then you have to be certain...
- Excuse me.
You mean to say you have to know...
...how the fellow you're gonna hang
feels about it?
Oh, yes, sir.
A scared man who's crying
and praying and shaking...
harder to send to his maker...
...than one who's decided
to just stand there and take it.
Uh-huh.
Why, I had a subject last year...
...took me an hour
just to get him up off his knees.
- Is that a fact?
- That's a fact.
You can't hang a subject
when he's on his knees.
It just don't look right.
And I'll tell you one more thing.
When you select a rope...
- What are you looking at?
- You tell me.
- Hey, Robbie.
What?
I got a young boy here
who's worried about his future.
Yeah. I reckon he is at that too.
I hope to God that they don't dump
himself and myself in the same hole.
I have enough explaining to do up there
without having him along.
Fine pair of lookouts,
you and your pop.
Let me tell you something, Bishop...
...I've been on the wrong side
of the law for over 40 years...
...and I ain't been in jail long enough
to soften up a chaw of tobacco.
I ride out with you, and here I am
watching them build my own gallows.
Well, everybody else has had their say.
What about you?
It don't look too good, does it?
Ossie Grimes is the name, sheriff.
Down from Oklahoma to prove again
that the sins of the fathers...
...are visited on the sons.
That's true in Texas just like any place.
The Southwest will be
a better place when I'm finished.
Well, I'm July Johnson, Mr. Grimes.
I'm the one that sent for you.
This here is my deputy,
Roscoe Bookbinder.
- Glad to know you.
- Howdy.
Known him all his life.
Born in a hogan north of El Paso.
- A fine boy.
- Fine, fine.
Well, first off, sheriff, I'd like to see
the subjects, if you don't mind.
- The what?
- What? The... The subjects.
- The prisoners?
- In my professin, they're subjects.
In my jail, they're nothing.
Follow me.
Here they are, Mr. Grimes,
all ready for you.
Well, I'd have to say now...
I wonder if you fellas
would move forward a little...
...to the bars.
Would you come forward?
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