Hickok Page #2
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town, marshal.
It's like the good book says,
waste not, want not.
- Sorry to disappoint you.
Hoist him up.
He's all yours.
- The good book
also tells us that all things
come to those who wait.
- You better be careful
shootin' people, Mr. marshal.
Sullivan's a good customer.
- Your good customer just
tried to bushwhack me.
- Sully's harmless.
- No one's harmless with a gun
and a belly full of liquor.
From now on,
you be sure you don't serve a
man more than he can handle.
- I just take orders, mister.
Mr. Poe says the only
question I ask is,
can they pay for their drinks?
- Welcome.
I reckon congratulations
are in order.
Ben, pour our new marshal
a drink of the good stuff.
- It's all right, Ben.
We'll drink this bottle.
- Ah, no, no.
- What's the matter?
Whiskey's whiskey, ain't it?
- Well, I prefer my own brand.
- This is your brand.
These are all your brands.
Unless you're puttin' bad
whiskey into good bottles.
Hmm?
- How much you make a
month, marshal, 150?
That ain't very much.
- Things are gonna
change around here.
First thing that's
gonna change is
this whiskey.
I have a duty to the
citizens in this town.
- Would $50 a month
change your mind?
- You know, the second
thing that's gonna change,
these cards.
I had a sneaking suspicion
that people ain't been
gettin' a square deal.
- You're a good man, bill.
What do ya say a $100 a month?
- What kind of a
marshal would I be
if I didn't follow
the letter of the law?
I reckon 25% of the house
sounds about right, don't it?
This offer is nonnegotiable.
- Well, you're a
pragmatist, bill.
That's a quality that
I admire in a man.
Luck is a lady,
and this one's on the house.
- Luck is female, but
she ain't no lady.
- When the lights are
out, neither am I.
- Hi, marshal.
- How many of 'em are there?
- Three.
- Didn't mean to interrupt.
- Ma'am.
- Just here to escort
you to Mr. Poe's.
- I'll come when
I'm good and ready.
- Yes, sir.
- Get outta here.
Close the door!
- Like my new hotel?
It's nice, huh?
- Bang!
- You again, you
little scoundrel.
- Joey.
- Fine boy you have here.
- Get outta here, Joey.
- Go on.
- That young hellion
takes after his mother.
- Ah?
- I'm afraid she's
overindulged the boy.
Let me introduce you.
Gentlemen, this is our new
marshal Mr. bill Hickok.
- How do you do?
- I, uh, hope that we can
continue our discussion.
Scenery's better
over there, isn't it?
- Ah, yeah, well.
- Excuse me, ladies,
I'd like to introduce
our new lawman to ya.
And this beautiful
creature is my betrothed,
miss Mattie Lyles.
- Well, ladies,
most honored to make
your acquaintances.
I hope that you come to
see me as a protector
and a friend in days to come.
Please feel free to
call upon me anytime.
Excuse me.
- Hi, darlin'.
- Ow.
Okay, can't say I
didn't deserve that.
- I've been waitin'
10 years to do that.
You're a son of a b*tch.
- What?
- You took off and
never came back.
You could've written
at least once.
- Come on, I went
to war, Mattie.
What did you expect?
I was dodging bullets,
left, right, and center.
I didn't know where
I was gonna live
from one day to another.
- Why am I not surprised?
- It's good to see you.
- How much?
- How much what?
- I know you, bill,
$200 and you forget
you ever knew me.
- Now, hold on.
I gain nothin' by telling
your Mr. Poe anything.
I'm pleased to see you so happy.
- 300 for your silence
and not a cent more.
- Now, you're
hurtin' my feelings.
- When I was young and foolish,
I thought you were dashing
and gallant,
but now I see you for
what you really are.
You're a liar.
You're a live-for-today
hedonist with no ambition.
- That's not true.
- And you only have
one particular skill.
Killin' people.
- Stop here.
- Whoa.
- Give us a moment, Jerry.
What you frettin' about, Mattie?
- I just don't understand
how they can make a
man like that marshal.
I just wish you'd use your
influence on the town council,
get rid of Hickok.
- Was he in the army
with your husband?
- No.
I don't know him.
I just know his type.
He only cares about four things,
shootin', drinkin',
and gamblin',
and you can guess the last.
- I suppose I can
guess the last.
Don't you worry your pretty
head about it any longer.
I'll take care of it.
Let's go, Jerry.
- Sullivan!
Rise and shine.
Time to go home.
- I am at home.
- Then go to work.
- I am at work.
I'm the jailer.
- Well, that's handy.
- What about me?
You know I have a farm
that needs plowin'.
- I'm gonna give you
some more advice, son.
Drinking, gambling,
and shootin',
they don't mix, speaking
from personal experience.
Best you stay there till
you've learned your lesson.
- I'll need money then.
- Money?
What for?
- For breakfast.
You need to feed the prisoner.
- On the other hand,
if as a result of my advice
to take alcohol
only in moderation
and to never pull a
gun at the poker table,
you promise not to do it
again, then I'll let you go,
but I'm keeping your gun.
- You can't keep my gun.
You can't keep my gun, please.
- Sullivan, let that idiot out.
- May I help you,
marshal?
- Yes, yes, of course, I,
I would like to buy a hat.
- What kind of hat?
- Well, a lady's hat, but I
don't know much about 'em,
so I'd appreciate any suggestions
you might have, Mattie.
- You presume familiarity.
- Oh.
- You may call me,
Mrs. Lyles, sir.
- Mrs. Lyles.
You know, that name
sounds familiar.
I swear I've heard
it somewhere before.
- Here.
Take it.
It's on the house.
Take it and leave.
No, no, no, I, I
insist on paying.
You know, this is a nice
place you have here,
Mrs. Poe.
- I know what you're thinkin'.
And, yes, Philip did set
me up in this little shop,
and, yes, I am
going to marry him,
so please just take your
hat and get out of here.
- I bought that hat
for you, Mattie.
- Howdy, bill.
This sh*t kicker
drew on me first.
Look, I'm tellin' you
it was a fair fight.
He got what was comin' to him.
- You just killed an
unarmed boy, Slade.
Oh my god!
- You take care of him,
all right, preacher?
- Oh, don't you worry about
that one little bit, marshal.
I'll make sure he gets a
first-class sendoff.
- I'm talkin' about the boy.
- Okay.
- Well, I'm gonna
have to raise, boys.
Goddamn, Hickok!
- I believe this belongs to you.
- Looks to me like he
belongs to the devil now.
- You ordered this
piece of horseshit
to shoot the sodbuster.
- Now why would I do that?
I didn't have no
quarrel with the man.
He didn't pull his gun on me.
Slade had this comin' anyway.
Goon!
Come get this piece
of sh*t off my pot.
Have a seat, Hickok, and
I'll take your money.
- God, they never stop.
- Joey!
Joey!
- Texas boys are here.
- Don't get yourself killed now!
- Oh, god almighty.
- Doc!
- Hold your horses.
I'm comin'.
Oh boy.
- Ah, yeah.
- Okay, put him on.
- Yeah, he caught a bullet.
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