Chisum Page #5

Goodbye?

Yes, I'm going to Santa Fe for a bit,

to take care of some business.

As soon as I'm able, I got some business

to take care of in Lincoln...

with Murphy and Evans.

William, you are not going to do anything.

From now on,

we do everything according to the law.

- Mr. Chisum go along with that?

- He does.

You've made a fresh start here,

and you've got a good future.

I want you to promise me that

you won't do anything to jeopardize it.

You're gonna make me swear

on the Bible?

No, lad. Your word's

always been good enough for me.

I thought perhaps you'd like to practice

your reading some more while I'm gone.

Well, thanks. I would.

I'll see you soon, laddie.

- Mr. Tunstall.

- Yeah?

I promise.

I've written a little inscription

on the inside.

"To William Bonney.

"February 18, 1878.

"Prepare your heart

to seek the law of the Lord...

"and to live by it.

"J. Henry Tunstall."

- Good trip, Mr. Tunstall.

- Thank you, Pepper.

I want to thank you

for taking care of William.

Not me, Sallie.

She's a wonderful girl.

And he's a worthwhile lad.

According to you, everybody's worthwhile.

God's children, John.

But William reminds me of someone.

- A black sheep in the family, no doubt.

- No, a young chap I never even talked to.

Years ago in England,

this young man, like William...

killed a man in some senseless brawl.

And I watched that young man

walk to the gallows.

And I saw him hanged.

Ghastly sight.

There was nothing I could do

to help that young lad.

- I hope your way works, Henry.

- It will, John. It will.

Would you like to listen to my opinion,

Mr. John Simpson Chisum?

Nope.

My opinion is all this speechifying,

store-keeping, prayer-meeting...

don't amount to a spit in the river.

Only one thing's gonna make this territory

know who's the bull of the woods.

And sometime or sooner,

it's gonna happen. And you know it.

- Do I?

- You do.

It's just gonna be you and Murphy,

head to head, and horn to horn.

And one hell of a fight.

But one of you has got to lose.

So, the other one walks away

with the herd and the whole shebang.

Now, that's my opinion.

What's so funny?

That's the first time I ever put

somebody else's brand on our own cows.

There's your proof, Sheriff.

No-good cow thief

putting his brand on my cattle.

I expect we ought to do something

about that.

Yeah, I expect we ought to.

And you'd better hurry. He's leaving town.

All right, you two, go fetch him.

Hold Tunstall in jail until I get back.

- Where are you going?

- Santa Fe.

I've got to see a friend.

Hello.

Say, Tunstall,

you're a hard man to track down.

- Thought you could get away?

- Get away with what?

We're deputy sheriffs, you know?

Duly appointed.

My congratulations.

But what's that got to do with me?

Got to do with your rustling

Mr. Murphy's cattle.

Gentlemen, in the first place...

the origin of Mr. Murphy's magic herd

is a bit dubious. In the second place...

In the second place, don't give us

that fancy foreign talk, Mr. Fancy-pants.

The law says you're going back to Lincoln.

Look here, I'm going to Roswell.

I've got a stage to catch.

- He didn't even have a gun.

- He had a gun...

and he tried to use it.

"And he opened his mouth,

and taught them, saying:

"'Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

"'Blessed are they that mourn,

for they shall be comforted.

"'Blessed are the meek,

for they shall inherit the earth.

"'Blessed are they which do hunger

and thirst after righteousness...

"'for they shall be filled.

"'Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall experience mercy.

"'Blessed are the pure in heart,

for they shall see God.

"'Blessed are the peacemakers, for they

shall be called the children of the Lord.

"'Blessed are the persecuted

for righteousness' sake...

"'for they shall inherit heaven.

"'Rejoice and be doubly blessed...

"'for your reward in heaven is great.'

"The Lord giveth,

and the Lord taketh away.

"Blessed be the name of the Lord."

Amen.

- John.

- J.B.

- How'd it happen?

- It happened.

- Judge, my name is Alex McSween.

- Yes?

- I think we should go to the courthouse.

- Mr. McSween...

I think we'd better go with him.

I made you a promise, Mr. Tunstall.

Now I'm making myself a promise.

It says in the Bible:

"The candle of the wicked

shall be put out."

Sheriff, I'm gonna ask you just once more.

- South.

- Chew it finer.

Valverde, I think.

Now, let's just hold up a minute.

As a Federal Justice...

I'm issuing warrants

for the arrests of both of those men.

- Sheriff, are you going after them?

- My own men?

All right. John, I'm empowering you

and your men to bring back those two...

- What are their names?

- Morton and Baker.

Deputies Morton and Baker...

dead or alive.

- I'm afraid of what he might do.

- Whatever he does, it'll be legal.

That's hard to believe.

Jess Evans rode up

right after the shooting.

The man is a thief. He stole my cattle.

We have the hides to prove it.

It's hard to believe about Henry Tunstall.

Yes, and it's hard to believe

he carried a gun. But he did.

He pulled one. Resisted arrest.

The deputies were defending themselves.

They had no choice.

That's too bad.

- It's just too bad.

- Yes, it is.

We have more important things

to think about, all of us.

Would you excuse us, Jess?

- I'll see you at the hotel.

- Sure. Governor.

All right, Lawrence.

Let's get to our business.

Howdy. Looks like you rode far.

Haven't seen two men

that look like they'd rode just as far...

a day or two ahead of us, have you?

- Fed up their horses here yesterday.

- Where'd they go?

Where else?

Thanks.

Draw.

Please draw.

- Mr. Chisum, I ain't trying to...

- Where's Morton?

Second room.

Bring him along.

Hold it up.

- I didn't do it, Mr. Chisum, he did.

- Shut up, Baker.

Pat.

You're gonna shoot us, ain't you?

I thought about it.

Then I thought about something

Henry Tunstall once said.

He watched a man walk to the gallows.

Saw him hang.

Said it was ghastly.

I've seen men hang.

And that's the word: Ghastly.

You two are gonna hang.

Pat, take 'em on in to Lincoln.

We'll swing by the ranch

and pick up the judge.

Let's go.

Hello, Pat, Charlie, Tom.

- You shouldn't be up and around, Billy.

- Neither should they.

They won't be for long.

- What's gonna happen to 'em?

- They're gonna be tried and hanged.

- And you believe that?

- John Chisum does.

We'll see.

Pat, I never did thank you

for hauling me out of that river.

- You ought to go back and rest, Billy.

- I will, Big Casino.

- First I gotta keep my promise.

- What promise?

So long, Charlie, Tom!

It was the Kid.

He rode up smiling and talking,

and whopped me on the head.

All right, cut 'em loose.

And gather up some artillery.

I'm forming a posse.

Hey, Sheriff Brady!

Damn.

- The Governor is not to be disturbed.

- He'll be disturbed, all right.

Wake up, Sam. Listen to me.

- But, sir...

- Be quiet, will you?

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