Law and Order

Hey, give him one.

Gracias Seor.

Your deal, Luther.

Nice pot, Brandt.

First one tonight.

Keep the change.

Two bourbons.

It's called a Derringer.

You don't say.

Yep. It will fetch back

anything it goes after.

It looks to save girlies.

No, it's a handy weapon.

How many cards?

Give me two.

How many?

Hey mister, you've got quite

a cough there haven't you.

What are you? Portuguese?

Mexican.

Mexican, eh?

Si, Seor.

What are you doing for your cough?

I ride here from Chihuahua, Seor.

Trying to get to Denver.

Well, you'd better keep on moving.

You can cough longer there.

Gracias, Seor. Gracias, gracias.

How many cards?

Give me two.

Two.

How many?

I ain't staying.

How many cards?

Two.

How many you want?

I'll stand.

I'll take four.

[ Gunshot! ]

Your pot, Brandt.

I own this place. You fellows

put your guns away.

Leave that money on the table.

Don't you do it.

If you reach for that toy mister,

you'll never get that far.

Who are you?

That's got nothing to do with it.

"Frame Johnson" from Kansas.

There's a bit of chewing

tobacco on it, mister.

Come on, boys.

Adios, Mister Johnson?

I've already told you about

getting to Denver.

Si, Mister Johnson. Si.

Good luck.

Adios amigo, adios.

Saint Johnson... yes.

Wake up. Wake up.

What? What?

You just missed Frame Johnson.

What, Peace Officer Johnson?

Yes. Peace Officer Johnson.

He's the man that cleaned up Kansas.

The killing-est Peace

Officer that ever lived.

Frame... Johnson.

"My heart is like the

strings on my banjo."

"All broke for my pretty quadroon."

Let me have some more coffee, Deadwood.

Oh come on, let's get going.

This country is too peaceful for me.

What do you mean, Brandt?

No Indian country is peaceful.

Them Apaches are bad mothers.

No. It ain't Indians that's caused

all the trouble in the West.

It's the six-gun.

They made a mistake when

they passed that out.

Even made the skunks brave.

That was what Chuck was always saying.

Yeah.

Fine, how he looked that

morning in Dodge City.

Shot full of holes, he was.

And that white horse of his.

Beaten until it looked like a zebra.

They'd be here now I guess, if I hadn't

tried to put law and order in that town.

You jaw like you were done

with law and order forever.

This country don't want law and order.

You lost two of your best friends in

Kansas trying to enforce the law.

Yeah, that's why I want to put my

shooting irons away for good.

I reckon I can't do it alone.

No. If the West wants law and order,

it will have to get it without me.

The trouble with you Frame, you're

fifty years ahead of your time.

I agree with you, Frame.

I wouldn't mind settling down myself.

If I had a stake in a live

town to spend it in.

I might even send for Lotta.

Lord, I bet she's tired of traipsing

around from town to town.

I reckon it is just as tough being a

play-actress as it is being a gambler.

Well... what say?

Alkali or Tombstone?

Well Alkali might be

a sight more peaceful.

Tombstone don't sound peaceful.

Luther, what do you say?

Where do you want to go?

I don't care Frame.

Wherever you go suits me.

Well, there you are.

Brandt itches for the night life.

Frame wants peace and quiet.

Don't make no difference to me.

The life we're following, we're going to

get a belly full of lead sooner or later.

I tell what I'll do Brandt.

You want to go to Alkali.

I'll deal you one hand to showdown.

If I win, we go to Tombstone.

The bright lights.

And the bright lights.

Cut.

You superstitious?

Aces and eights?

The dead-man's hand.

Still want to go to Tombstone?

Tombstone it is.

Folks, go down to The Golden Girl

right now... and vote for Fin Elder!

What Tombstone needs is a

man like him for Sheriff.

Just get rid of the horse thieves.

I'm praying for every one of you.

If we don't put Fin Elder

out of the running.

A man's life won't be worth

a plug nickel in Tombstone.

What shall I do? If you don't vote

for him you get a bullet in the back.

What are you going to do

with all those Indians, Ed?

Run them over to vote for Fin Elder.

They can't write, can they?

They can make a mark.

I don't think they'll allow it.

Fin Elder says it is alright.

I got a dollar a head, for them.

Come on, boys.

Let's go looking.

Yep.

Fin Elder. 39 - 40.

Fin Elder. 39 - 52.

Fin Elder. 39 - 53.

Hey Kurt... here's a fellah who

don't want to vote for Fin Elder.

Oh... let me have him.

Did you hear that, Fin?

Here's a fellah that ain't

going to vote for you.

Kurt will take care of him.

Go easy with him, Kurt.

I'm going to learn you the best

way to vote around this town.

I don't want to vote.

I ain't got no vote.

I don't want to vote.

I don't want to vote for him.

What you going to do?

[ Gunshot! ]

What happened, Kurt?

I dropped my gun and it went

off and the bullet hit him.

Sorry, Fin. I guess you lose a vote.

Come here boys.

Take that fellow over to Parkers,

the undertaking parlor.

Mark it up anyway.

He was going to vote for Fin.

Another bloody killing.

A reign of terror. That's what it is.

Quite a town.

Wow!

Don't seem to be no shortage

of six-guns around here.

Looks as though I'm still your Sheriff.

May as well have a drink with me.

Come on gents. What will you have?

No. Man-killer.

No use bellyaching you fellahs.

You may as well be good sports.

Look here, Elder.

Are you going to give us back the money

that was stolen to put you in office?

What are you driving at?

Ask your friends... the Northrups.

What are you drinking, Jake?

What will it be?

Why howdy Mister Johnson.

Don't you place me?

I'm Ed Deal from Dodge City.

Howdy.

Sure looks like old times.

Why howdy Mister Brandt.

Mister Luther. Deadwood.

Whiskey, whiskey, beer, sangria.

That's right.

That's Saint Johnson from Kansas.

Yeah?

Saint Johnson.

The old Frame Johnson, huh?

Yup.

From Kansas, huh?

Yup.

We've heard of you.

You're right famous

hereabouts, Mister Johnson.

Yeah, and who might you be?

I'm Poe Northrup.

These are my brothers. Walt and Kurt.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Aim to settle here?

Maybe.

Just looking us over, huh?

Before you make up your mind.

I reckon.

Do you figure to wear

a badge, Mister Johnson?

I ain't thought of it.

Well, it is a thankless job.

I allow you found that out in Kansas.

I ain't complaining.

Don't bite off more than you can chew.

Do you happen to give beds?

Oh Smith.

Yeah.

A bed for Mister Johnson.

Smith there will show you.

Dead, would you put the horses out?

Sure.

I hope you'll like our town.

So that's him, huh?

"Saint Johnson" the great.

Looks more like a preacher

don't he, than a two-gun man.

That's how he got his name, I reckon.

Hell, he'd better watch out

or he'll be a Saint for sure.

That's him alright.

I seen him hit a fellow once.

Put two bullets in him... before

he even struck the floor.

Them beds ain't buggy, mister.

Feel like home to you?

Here we be.

How much money you got, Brandt?

Well Frame, I'm pretty low.

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