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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.

I spotted that right off.

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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