Cahill

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Somebody's coming, Ben.

Yeah, how many?

Don't know, couldn't tell.

Just one.

I think I know him.

Hello, J.D.

Ben.

How've you been?

So-so.

You?

Can't complain.

You with them, Lightfoot,

or just passing through?

If I told you once, J.D.,

I've told you a dozen times.

My name is Chief Lightfoot.

And i'm a bona fide war chief

of the Comanche nation.

- And you and I...

- You didn't answer my question.

I'll make it plain.

Do I have to shoot you or not?

Stopped by for a cup of coffee.

Very good cup.

You figure I owe you anything, Ben?

Nope.

I got a warrant for the three of you and...

Pee Wee Simser.

- That's you over at the left, Pee Wee?

- That's right, J.D.

That's me.

And Joe Meehan, I see you.

Any of you want to surrender?

Now, what did you say?

I said, "Any of you want to surrender?"

Five of us and one of you?

I'll say one thing for you, J.D.

You got style.

Yes, sir, you got style.

Oh, no, you ain't.

You ain't gonna get me today,

you dirty, beady-eyed little sons.

Little Pee Wee ain't gonna die today,

you filthy scavengers.

Oh, shut up, Simser.

Buzzard bites you,

he'd never eat meat again.

J.D.?

I can hear. You don't have to shout.

What do you want?

J.D., i'm suffering the tortures

of the damned back here.

- Now, my leg is killing me. Can't we just...

- Don't start crybabying, Pee Wee.

I know the sound

of that old Spencer of yours.

You put a slug in the meaty part

of my left shoulder.

You knowed damn well

I've been shot there twice before.

You knowed.

Damn it, J.D.

These things is too tight.

There ain't no reason to chain us up

like a bunch of dogs.

Meehan!

Dad-blast it, J.D.

You ain't gonna sleep

with that Greener on cock, are you?

That's right.

If you even twitch your finger by accident,

you could blow our heads off.

If you call the tune, you pay the piper.

Meaning, if you don't like the treatment...

don't rob the banks.

Billy Joe!

Billy Joe Cahill!

Coming, Denver!

Make it mighty damn pronto.

It's time you was in bed.

There you are.

I don't know

what's got into you boys lately.

This morning I sent your brother

into town with Struther...

and he ain't back yet.

Now I can't get you to go to bed.

- I'm going.

- Damn right you are.

This is the last trip that Danny makes

with that Struther.

I told your pa it was a

mistake to hire him.

Would the marshal listen to me? No.

He rides off and leaves me

with everything to worry about.

Denver?

I'm awful tired. Can I go to bed now?

Sooner the better. Get plenty of rest...

cause we got a lot of darn work

to do tomorrow.

All right, the plates.

Whoa, boy.

Giddyup!

Get out of here.

That's all right.

Mr. Grady.

Can you spare one of them cigars?

Pay you back as soon as I get out.

How old are you, boy?

Seventeen...

going on 18.

Is that right, Struther?

He was 17 last week.

But he's a man full-grown, if you ask me.

And capable of making up

his own mind about...

cigars or whatever.

Ain't that right, Danny?

Yes, sir, you betcha.

His old man is gonna kick you

from here to California...

when he finds out how you've been

watching out over his boy.

I told you he was a man.

We're friends, is all.

I ain't watching over him.

Well, you should be.

I knew J.D. was wrong

when he took custody of you.

Promised the judge

you'd never use that knife again.

- You're nothing but a two-bit little...

- Sheriff?

Jimmy Kane's bringing in Charlie Smith,

and drunk as usual.

What's wrong, Charlie?

You're not due here till Thursday next.

I don't know.

Sheriff, the Devil called...

And I come running.

Fire in the Simpson stable, Sheriff!

- God Almighty. That place will go up...

- I'm coming, Sheriff!

No, you're not.

You'd fall asleep and get roasted.

Now get in your cell!

Fire!

Sure get excited about...

a little fire.

That's what we've heard.

Come on, she's burning fast!

Pull harder!

All right. Get her moving.

Don't I know you, boy?

Danny Cahill, Mr. Smith.

J.D.'s boy?

Yes, sir.

I don't want to be inquisitive...

but what are you in here for?

Drunk and disorderly.

I heard about it. Yeah.

You busted up the Liberty Saloon

real good.

Did $37 damage.

Your pa's knowed around some, ain't he?

I reckon he's been knowed around

a few campfires and public hangings.

That old worn-out drunk

sure puts rust on the blade for us.

He could swallow his tongue.

What?

A lot of boozers I've knowed...

just kinda swallowed their tongue

and never woke up.

I can put a pillow over the dog's head

and smother him.

Fraser!

What you talking about?

We said nobody would get hurt,

and nobody is.

That old coot ain't even gonna wake up

until outhouse call in the morning.

Yeah, that's right.

Danny, it's gonna take more than

old Charlie there to mess up our plans.

Give them to me.

Denver's madder than hell, Danny.

I'm thinking we oughta change our minds

while we still can.

Now, Billy Joe,

that just ain't no Christian attitude...

That's your privilege.

Plain fact is that you're both...

young.

If you're gonna go backwatering on me,

I ain't going to hold it against you.

He's flimflamming us, Danny.

He thinks that being young

is the same as being stupid.

You go whichever way you want...

but that barn out there

ain't gonna burn forever.

Give him the keys, Billy Joe.

Kinda hate to set ourselves against Pa.

Pa?

That cranky old cowhand Denver

has been more of a pa to you than J.D.

Ain't that right, Danny?

The hell with J.D. Cahill.

Let's go rob ourselves a bank, Billy Joe.

Give me the keys.

Struther!

Come on!

Move it. Watch what you're doing!

Move that bucket.

Pump faster!

Get that water on the roof!

Now get at it!

All right, move.

Throw the water!

Come on. Get it over where the fire is!

A little bit lower.

Keep pumping there!

Sheriff!

Come on, now!

- The bank's being robbed.

- What?

The bank's being robbed.

Sheriff!

Gordine, stay on the fire. Jim, the bank.

Get on the pumps. Go!

All right, pour it on there!

Get water on that roof there!

- Remember, nobody's to get hurt!

- Get back.

Sheriff!

Sheriff Grady.

Come on.

Oh, Danny.

All right.

Get on inside.

Not you!

Now, where's that boy?

I seen it, Danny.

I seen them both killed.

There's nothing I could do. I tried.

- Boy, you listen to me!

- Hey!

You do what you're supposed to do.

You hide that money just like we agreed,

and you just wait.

That's all you do. You just wait...

if you ever want to see your big brother

alive again. Do you understand me?

- You understand me?

- Yes, sir.

And you, you listen, too.

You betray us...

You betray us even with a look,

and as sure as there's a Devil in Hell...

either me, or Brownie, or Struther,

or one of our friends...

of which there are many,

will kill that boy.

We know what to do with betrayers...

and we'll kill him for sure.

You hear me?

Say it!

I hear!

Now get inside!

- Marshal.

- Albert.

- I sure am glad you're back.

- I'm glad to be back.

There's three more of them in there.

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