Dallas Page #6

He set the fire in Georgia.

Drag out the sour mash.

We're drinking to old Reb.

Good idea!

- Warrant?

- Yes, it was his warrant.

Reb Hollister. This is impossible.

How could he

have come here as...?

Did you know this?

Sure I knew.

That's why I put my chips on Dallas.

But, judge,

how can you be so vindictive?

Yesterday he was your hero,

and today he's an outlaw.

And he's still the same man,

a man who's helped all of us.

It's not a matter of being vindictive.

It's a matter of the law.

Only facts have any bearing.

Facts?

What if they burned your family home

to the ground...

...so what they done

wouldn't show in the ashes?

Reb's father and sister are still missing.

Would you think

the war was over, judge...

...just because some fellas

signed some papers over in Virginia?

I wouldn't.

Not while the guilty ones was still alive.

Reb thought Bryant done it alone,

but he learned different.

The one who put the torch

to the Hollisters' was Will.

But he had no right to take the law

into his own hands.

Rights? He's been drawn and quartered

by legal rights.

We've all been.

I respect the man as much as any of you,

but I respect the law more.

Weatherby, you've perpetrated a fraud...

...in allowing this criminal

to assume your place.

It must be reported

to the Attorney General.

- Reb's no criminal.

- No criminal?

Here's direct evidence.

This is of later origin.

It came yesterday.

Pardon?

On what grounds?

Service as a United States Marshal.

Have you forgotten he killed Cullen,

stopped the cattle raids...

...and now killed Bryant?

You had this and didn't tell him?

I hoped that Bryant would win the fight.

You can blame me that he's gone again...

...thinking himself a criminal.

Sure appreciate

your interest in this, Mr...

- Mr...

- Abernathy.

Be a feather in my cap picking up

a desperado like Reb Hollister.

Here he comes.

- That's him.

- Sure?

Don't start arguing.

Go on, sheriff, jail him.

Keep him there until they get

a rope around his neck.

Hello, high pockets.

How's the...?

Been a long time since

we picked up anybody...

...who packed a shooting iron

in their boot.

Better put them on. Them floors get cold.

Never mind my health. Look up

that fella that gave you the word.

His name's not Abernathy. It's Will Marlow.

He'll be heading back for Dallas.

Take it easy, fella. Judge Tomkins

will see you Monday morning.

Tell your tale of woe to him.

- Monday morning?

- Monday morning.

Well, that's four... I can't...

Make yourself comfortable, boy.

You ain't gonna do nothing

on that chair nohow.

Miguel.

Miguel.

Wait. You stay here.

Who are you?

They're my boys, Felipe.

Luis.

Take the men

and get back to your spots.

Close the doors and the shutters.

- Vultures.

- Get your cutthroats out.

Yelp all you like.

I've been cursed by deadbeats before.

You've got no right living like grandees

with my note coming due.

- Note's not due yet.

- It is if I say so.

I'm closing my accounts here.

I'm taking my rightful money

with me now.

You've stolen our cattle.

We haven't enough left

to raise the money.

Get it.

Tonight? Where?

Weatherby.

He'll give you the 25,000.

- You get nothing!

- Would you...?

But you don't tell Weatherby

why you want it.

You do and you'll get your pups

back in gunnysacks.

But what can I say?

You didn't find any trouble thinking up

reasons when you wanted to borrow money.

If I were you, I'd be in a hurry.

I'll pay you.

But if you harm them, you'll pay me.

- Remember that.

- You remember it.

Tell the whole town about what...

You fool! Are you crazy?

Quiet!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Hey, open this door. Open this door.

Fire breaks out.

We'll get you out of the building.

Halt.

On your horses! Hurry up!

All right, men.

Burt, Curly, pick up that wagon.

Rest of you boys follow me.

But, Mr. Robles, there isn't

$25,000 cash in the whole town.

- There must be.

- But why do you want it?

Don't ask me. Don't ask me anything.

And say nothing to those you talk to.

It means more than my life, Martin.

You wait here.

- Got it?

- From merchants, the banker...

...even Mrs. Walters. It's all here.

- You told them nothing?

- No, nothing.

- You've got to tell me what it's for.

- I can't tell you.

- Then I'll go with you.

- No, no, you mustn't.

Does Will Marlow

have anything to do with this?

- Has he returned to Dallas?

- No.

Don Felipe, is Tonia all right?

I hope so, my boy.

"Hope so"?

Oh, Mr. Robles.

Keep your eyes peeled for old Robles.

If he's not alone,

tell the men to start shooting.

- Where's Will Marlow?

- Thought you were following him.

He outfoxed me.

Got me jugged over in Fort Worth.

Means he'll double back here.

He has doubled back.

That's why Felipe

wanted the money.

What money?

Well, he was here.

He made me get him $25,000.

He wouldn't say why.

- But he said it wasn't Marlow.

- What have you got under that hat?

Why would anybody keep silent?

Because he's got a gun in his back.

- Yes, but Marlow wasn't... No.

- Marlow wasn't with Felipe?

Must mean he's got Tonia and Luis,

holding them as hostages.

- New gun, huh?

- Yeah.

I'll go get a posse together.

You stay put.

I got a ready-made one coming.

- How long ago Felipe leave here?

- Too long. You can't overtake him.

I can try.

Bring them along.

Well, your pa will be back

in a minute or two.

Be a comfort to you.

Three of you, tied up together.

You're making a noose for your neck.

This house will tell its secrets.

Ashes don't tell secrets.

Hollister learned that in Georgia.

Robles is coming!

Robles is coming.

Robles is coming.

He's alone.

- It's all right. He's alone.

- Bring him inside.

It's Hollister!

Here comes Weatherby and a posse!

Open up, Will.

Use up your powder, Will,

then I'll kill you.

What will you do when

your bullets are gone, Marlow?

You got one left.

Didn't figure you for two guns.

That leaves five.

Fool, wasn't I, Will?

I should've killed you weeks ago.

But you were smart.

You covered your Georgia trail.

All I had was Bryant's scent.

That's three left, Will.

And then I'll kill you.

Barehand.

Like I dreamed of killing Bry...

And all the time it was you

that lit the flame.

Keep away from the window, Will.

You make too good a target.

Did you really think the ashes

would cover for you, Will?

That's your last bullet.

Where's Tonia and Luis?

I didn't hurt them.

They're upstairs. I didn't hurt...

Get up on your feet.

Let me go. You won't regret it.

I'll leave Dallas. I'll never come back.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, Will. Never.

You like to see them burn, remember?

Now it's your turn.

Your neck, Will.

Rope burn,

with the whole town looking on.

Burn legal, Will. The way you like it.

Here's a couple more for you, sheriff.

Why, Mr. Abernathy,

you've got him again.

You'll like him, sheriff. Here.

- Antonia, Luis. Where are they?

- Upstairs.

Will Marlow. He's the wanted one.

Antonia. Luis.

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