Chisum Page #4

Why don't you stay out here?

New Mexico could use

another good man and woman.

Yes, by all means.

What would I do out here?

You ran a store back in Kansas,

didn't you?

We're opening a store and a bank,

aren't we, John?

Rumor has it.

But we need a partner to manage them

and oversee our legal affairs, don't we?

I don't think so. Not any longer.

Just one thing.

You are gonna keep your affairs legal,

aren't you?

Hell, yes.

The three musketeers, eh?

All set, Mr. Chisum.

Two hitched to horses, the rest to mules.

Just like you said.

Here's the letter of credit

for the merchandise.

- The bank in Santa Fe is expecting you.

- Right.

What about Garrett?

- I'll go see.

- Mind if I come along?

Come on.

The size of the pot.

What about you?

- Fold.

- You staying?

- Me, too.

- What about you, Mr. Garrett?

I'll stick around.

You better look out, Mr. Garrett.

I'm hotter than hell on a holiday.

Hi, Mr. Chisum. Care to sit in?

You figure to find that escaped prisoner

in that deck of cards?

Don't worry,

me and the boys will round him up.

Yeah, about the time

you get your third set of teeth.

How about it, Pat?

You made up your mind?

This next card will make up my mind.

I'm playing these.

Big Casino.

I'm going.

Glad to have you with us, Big Casino.

Thanks, Little Casino.

I sure left that Garrett with a short bit.

I'm not so sure you won that hand.

Sure I did. I'm Big Casino.

Yeah, sure you did.

Giddyup!

What do you think?

I think it's a long way

to Santa Fe and back.

You sure you know how to run

one of these things?

All it takes is money.

Yeah. Mine.

Giddyup!

How long before the men get back

from Santa Fe?

They better get here sooner than later.

We're running low on grub.

We're short on sugar, flour, airtights

and everything else.

If they don't get here pretty soon,

we'll be doing business with L.G. Murphy.

They'll be back in two or three days.

I heard the men talking about him...

- and they said that he...

- Who?

Billy Bonney.

They say he killed a man

when he was 12 years old.

He's killed over a dozen men since.

That's what they say.

He's got such gentle eyes.

I don't believe all those stories are true.

It's time for supper.

Well?

- Well, what?

- Well, what are we gonna do?

We're gonna have supper.

One of you the Sheriff?

Nope. Deputies Morton and Baker.

Sheriff's inside.

Get him.

Sheriff?

- What's up?

- Nothing's up.

There's a dodger on him.

I'll collect the bounty.

Who is it?

It's Riker.

Deader than a can of corned beef.

- You just had to kill him.

- No. Less trouble that way.

Get that mess off the street.

You know that gimp?

I know of him. His name's Dan Nodeen.

Half-crazy bounty hunter.

He gimps because of Billy the Kid.

Bonney put a bullet in him

about two years back.

Mr. Nodeen, my name is Murphy.

You wouldn't be looking for a job?

My job's collecting rewards.

- Pat, can you read?

- Yup.

How far did you get in school?

Got through the grades,

then the war broke out.

I never got to school much.

Much? Hardly at all.

But I can read now and do my sums.

Mr. Tunstall's been teaching me.

- He's a good man.

- Yeah, seems like.

What do you hear about me?

Billy, just to hear tell it

made my ears bleed.

I reckon I've run with the worst of 'em.

Jess Evans, Clay Allison.

I'd say you're running

with the best of 'em now.

- Chisum and Tunstall are good company.

- Yeah.

- You ever think on getting married?

- I been three years a buffalo hunter.

What's that got to do

with getting married?

The smell.

- What smell?

- Death.

Buffalo hunters smell like old guts

all the time.

I'm downwind of you, and I don't smell it.

I'm upwind and I smell it on you, Billy.

- What, old guts?

- Death.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Can it ever go away, that smell?

Sure it can, Billy...

with time, good company, and patience.

- You a patient man?

- Me?

I got the patience of an oyster.

- Take 'em across.

- Let's go!

All right, let's go shopping.

Horse wagon!

Get that horse wagon up there. Get on it!

Well, Doctor, how is he?

Considering he suffered a concussion,

some broken ribs...

swallowed a barrelful of water,

he's all right.

- He's to stay in bed for a few weeks.

- Thanks.

Don't worry. I'll be by this evening.

Pepper, have Cass saddle my horse.

- He's already saddled.

- What do you intend to do?

- See a man about an ambush.

- That's not the way.

- It's my way.

- But your plan worked.

- We got the merchandise.

- And we got Murphy.

Murphy was in town during the raid

with 100 witnesses.

He's surrounded by the law

and by gunmen like Evans.

Henry's right. You're doing

just what they want you to do.

What would you want me to do?

Stand and watch...

I don't propose we stand around.

I'm going to Santa Fe to see the Governor.

Axtell? He's a gutless wonder.

But he'll act under pressure.

I'll tell him everything that's going on.

Justice Wilson will be here soon.

- You said he was a good man.

- Yes, he is.

Don't do anything

to make it harder for him.

True, we wouldn't want him

to have to try you for shooting somebody.

Might be a pleasure.

We'll open up the store and the bank...

and we'll hit Murphy where it hurts.

Legally, without any more gunfire.

Right will prevail. I know it will.

Yes, Henry, right will prevail,

one way or another.

But I guess we'll try your way first.

I'll leave as soon as we put

the store in order.

Give me that scattergun.

- You mean, you're gonna...

- Not gonna.

- Not gonna.

- Not gonna.

Get us all killed is what'll happen...

Lawrence!

- I was just coming to talk to you.

- Talk.

- Know what I've been doing lately?

- No, what?

Playing solitaire, that's what.

Ever since they opened that store.

Look at it.

The banking hasn't been too good, either.

Look at those people. Pouring in and out

like they're giving away free whiskey.

Yeah, I can see.

You know what I think?

You go back and play solitaire.

I'll do the thinking.

Jess!

I finished it, Billy.

Thinks he's some kind of a war hero,

or something like Davy Crockett.

- What?

- Nothing.

Talking to himself more every day.

- What'd you say?

- Nothing.

Nothing? I heard you say something.

You wasn't talking to yourself, was you?

It's a sign your saddles are starting to slip

when a man starts talking to himself.

I said, "Why don't you answer the door?"

I know you said something. I ain't deaf.

- Well, Mr. Peaceful himself.

- Hello, Pepper.

- John.

- Henry.

- All set to go?

- All set.

Thought I'd pop by and say cheerio,

and see how William's doing.

- Good.

- He's doing his best.

- What did you say?

- I said he's getting plenty of rest.

- He's awake now. You can go on in.

- Thank you.

- How's the patient, Sallie?

- A little impatient, I'm afraid.

- He's getting bored.

- I'm just fine.

A little buzzing in my head,

but other than that...

- There is a little hurt when I move.

- Other than that, he's just fine.

I stopped by to say goodbye.

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