Decision at Sundown

Driver!

Pull up here.

I said, pull up.

You, shotgun, stand up!

Throw me my rifle.

All right, boys, you can move out.

From now on,

we're going in different directions.

Well, git!

Morning, Bart. I was beginning to think

that coach was never gonna get here.

- Looks like it woke you up.

- Well, waiting makes a man sleepy.

I've been over in that hollow

since yesterday afternoon.

Kind of scared the coach

might pass me during the night.

The way he's traveling now, though,

he'd have been by here two days ago.

I'd have missed you altogether.

Rough as you look, though,

I can't say as I blame him.

Sam, you sure it's him?

Well, of course I'm sure.

There ain't a hundred Tate Kimbroughs.

There could be,

but I'm only interested in one.

Well, wait till you see him for yourself.

You'll know that's the one.

- He's a big man in Sundown?

- The biggest.

He's got that town in his fist

and he's squeezing it hard.

Ain't heard the folks complain much.

Guess they're all scared.

Glad to hear he's doing so well.

When a man's riding high,

the ground comes up

and hits him a lot harder when he falls.

Well, why don't you rest a little while?

You know I ain't had nothing to eat

since yesterday.

We could make a little fire and cook up...

We'll be eating when we get to Sundown.

- Today's not Sunday.

- Thursday.

What's all the commotion?

- Tate Kimbrough's getting married.

- Today? Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I didn't reckon it was important.

Sam, folks say the most important moment

in a man's life is when he gets married.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

- There's a pretty good eating house down...

- Where's the barbershop?

Over there.

I'm not going to miss the most important

moment in Tate Kimbrough's life.

A man shouldn't go to a wedding

with stubble on his face.

A man shouldn't go to a wedding

on an empty belly neither.

Go ahead and fill it.

No reason for you to go,

stomach empty or full.

You'll have to come back

this afternoon, mister.

This is my last customer. I'm closing up.

I'll be open again at 2:00.

- What time's the big wedding today?

- In about half an hour.

Ain't you almost finished with him?

Shouldn't take you more than 15 minutes

to shave my whiskers.

I told you, mister, I'm closing up.

You wouldn't be going to a wedding

looking like this, would you, Mr. Barber?

- No, but...

- That's what I mean.

- I told you, I'm closing up.

- You told him three times.

You don't mind if I shave myself?

- Well, no. No, sir, I don't mind, not at all.

- Thanks.

Go ahead.

I take it you're good friends

of Mr. Kimbrough.

Do you?

Well, it looks like you've come a long way

to attend his wedding.

We've come a long way.

Mr. Kimbrough is a very lucky man.

He's marrying up

with Miss Lucy Summerton,

the finest and prettiest

young lady in Sundown.

Sounds like you think might highly of her.

Oh, yes, I certainly do.

Lady like that's making a big mistake

marrying a man

as rotten as Tate Kimbrough.

I guess you've figured out now

we ain't friends of Mr. Kimbrough's.

You shouldn't talk like that

about Mr. Kimbrough.

Thank you, Mr. Summerton.

Oh, Bart, Mr. Summerton here

is Lucy's papa.

Yeah?

That's a shame.

Good morning, Mr. Summerton.

- Good morning, Doctor.

- How is Lucy feeling today?

Both the Summertons are enjoying

excellent health, I am happy to say.

Well, I wasn't inquiring about her health.

Being a physician,

that should be your only concern.

Honey!

Ruby!

I was just watching Mr. Summerton ride

down the street in his fine buggy.

- Of course, you made sure that he saw you.

- He saw me.

I imagine he must be

a little upset having that

Bible-quoting justice of the peace

perform the ceremony,

instead of the Reverend Peterson.

It could just be that the reverend is

out of town on account of you and me.

Oh, Tate, you're making a mistake.

You'll still need me.

I never needed anybody.

Everybody's got to need somebody.

- You must think you need Lucy Summerton.

- I'm marrying Lucy because I love her.

You love me.

But you never married me.

Oh, it's different between you and me.

You know that.

Yes, I guess I know.

It would be embarrassing for Lucy

if you stayed in town.

I'm leaving Sundown tonight.

I wouldn't want to embarrass

Mrs. Kimbrough.

Honey, you really are something.

I have to change for the wedding.

You can't go to the wedding.

Now, listen to me, Tate.

I never crowded you.

You know I always thought

that someday you'd marry me.

I've given you more

than any woman should ever give a man.

Even though things haven't worked out

the way they should, I've got to be there.

To remind Lucy and her father

and everybody else in town about us?

That's not the reason.

I've got to be there for me, Tate.

Don't you understand? For me.

Maybe if I see you getting married,

it'll be easier for me to understand

that now you belong to somebody else.

Ruby,

do me one last favor, will you?

Don't sit in the front pew.

That sure is a good eating house

down there on the corner.

These horses need food more than we do.

Where's the stable?

Right down there a stretch.

Hey, Doc, come in here

and give me a hand, will you?

Yeah, sure.

We want to buy some feed

for our horses, mister.

You'll have to talk to Abe about that.

He's in here.

I ain't wore these boots in five years.

My feet must have growed some.

- Push.

- Oh, who are you?

We want to buy some feed for our horses.

- How many you got?

- Two.

Much obliged, Doc.

Give me 50 cents and help yourself.

I can't go to church smelling like a horse.

Try some of it. It's

real sweet-smelling stuff.

Yeah.

You figure on staying in Sundown

for any length of time?

We could.

You know, there's a lot of folks around here

that ain't interested in seeing you rebels.

The war is over.

I bet you still got plenty folks down in

Texas that thinks the war is still going on.

What makes you think we're from Texas?

From your talk,

I sure didn't think you was Yankees.

- Yeah.

- What brings you two fellas to Sundown?

- Tate Kimbrough.

- Oh, mighty fine fellow, Mr. Kimbrough.

Sure nice you got here

in time for his wedding.

Well, come on, Doc,

we'll walk over to the church together.

I'm not going.

Oh, sometimes you take things too serious.

- I don't think so.

- Well, it's up to you.

Something bothering you, mister?

Were you afraid that Mr. Kimbrough

wouldn't like it

if you weren't in time for his wedding?

Some folks around here figure

that Sundown doesn't need

any more of Tate Kimbrough's friends.

We ain't interested in what some folks

around here figure.

Sheriff, I was shaving Mr. Summerton

when those two men came into my shop.

One was a fellow I saw hanging around

town a couple of days ago,

the other one I never saw before.

Well, what about them?

Well, I don't like their looks,

especially the one I never saw before.

The nerve of him,

talking about Tate Kimbrough like he did.

I tell you, Sheriff, he's a bad one.

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