Posse from Hell

Wait a minute.

Whiskey.

What is this?

Oh!

All right.

Come on, Spot.

It's all right, boy.

Marshal.

Come out of there.

What's this town?

What?

Its name.

Paradise.

Well, there ain't

no more law in Paradise.

Get out of the light.

It's Marshal Webb.

- How bad is he?

Oh, Lord.

He's almost blown in half.

Somebody get a blanket

to wrap him in!

It's Webb. Some filthy...

Get over here.

Hey, you.

I want you to go

to that door,

and you tell them

that he knows somethin'.

Hey!

Don't go out.

Joe knows somethin'.

Joe knows somethin'!

You heard what he said.

Joe knows something about it.

Joe, did you...

What's going on here?

You saw what they did to Webb.

There's only four of 'em.

- Shut up!

- We can take 'em!

Will anybody back me up...

You'll never get away with it!

There are armed men outside!

Mister,

we own this town.

Helen, stay here.

Uncle Billy's in there!

Well, look what

we got here, Crip.

What can we do for you,

sweetie?

My Uncle Billy.

He can't do anybody any good.

Tell me, honey,

won't I do instead?

Inside there.

Helen?

Olly, don't come any closer.

Stay away!

Just do what they want!

Who owns the bank

down the street?

Well,

he works in it.

You got a key?

In the Rosebud.

There's 30 armed men out here.

You got one minute

to throw down your guns and come out.

Married?

No.

- You?

- Yes.

- Family?

- Yes, I have.

You go on down there

and stand in the door.

I want you

to tell 'em somethin'.

Everybody listen!

Please, listen.

You tell 'em

I got 10 of you in here,

and if they start shootin',

I'm gonna kill 'em right off.

He's got 10 of us in here.

If you start any shooting,

he's gonna kill all of us!

At once.

And you tell them...

that if they don't

do what I say,

I'm gonna kill one

every five minutes.

If you don't do as he says,

he'll kill one of us

every five minutes.

Tell him he's crazy.

I mean it!

Do what he says! Please!

Please, do what he says!

Here now, let me

help you down, Jackie.

No, Ma, I'm too heavy.

Just guide my foot.

All right,

but be careful.

I can get down by myself, Ma.

Oh!

Boy.

That was a close one.

Be careful, Jackie.

But Doc says my eyes

will be okay.

Well, they won't

if you keep jumpin' around.

Thank you, mister.

Cole.

Thanks for catchin' me, mister.

Webb?

- You Cole?

- That's right.

I'm Benson.

Been waitin' for you.

Four men broke out of

the death cell over at Sedalia.

They robbed the bank here.

Took a girl with them when they rode off.

They killed four men here

last night.

Where's Webb?

They shot him too.

Come with me.

Mike.

Take Mr. Cole's horse here

over to the livery stable.

Have Henry take care of it.

What's he doin' in here?

First they thought he was dead.

He's too weak to be moved now.

I don't know how

he's held on this long.

Can he talk?

Afraid not.

I can.

You shouldn't.

What do you think

I've held off dying for?

I really got you

in a fix.

Got yourself

in a worse fix.

I told these people...

you were coming here

to be my deputy.

Well, you... you can't

blame me for trying.

Look, you're talking too much.

You rest up a while.

I'll see you later.

Oh, Banner,

don't go after them alone.

This time do it my way.

My breast pocket.

For once,

do something right.

Not out of hatin',

but out of likin'.

Anything I do

will be out of liking you.

No.

I mean this town.

People.

They're good people, Banner,

and they've been hurt.

Th-They've got a right

to help you.

Webb?

I... I didn't mean

to leave you...

in such a fix.

Mr. Hart, I just talked to Ma and Pa.

Yeah?

There's no point in getting any ice. We'll just

bury Burl soon as you get the box made up.

Being it's your brother,

I guess you'll want it in oak.

Birch or pine'll do.

I'll even things for Burl

without paying a lot for a coffin.

I'm sorry.

He thought a lot of you.

Which way'd

they head out of here?

North.

Wait.

Aren't you gonna talk to the men?

They've been waiting for you.

What for?

- To form a posse. You're in charge now.

If you're figuring on

carrying that badge he gave you,

you oughta go

with a posse.

That's what Webb wanted.

All right.

If they want to ride along,

I won't stop 'em.

Look, we got

plenty of men to go.

Now, who can we get to head her up?

How about Captain Brown?

Well, naturally I'll put my military

experience at the disposal of the posse.

Captain Brown.

Yes?

Men, Webb just died.

This is his deputy,

Banner Cole.

What experience has he had

in this sort of thing?

He's Webb's deputy.

Give us five minutes

to get our guns.

Ain't a man in Paradise that won't ride

with you. Then what're we waiting for?

Yeah, come on.

Let's mount up, men. Now, hold on.

This won't be an easy job.

Figure on maybe riding yourselves

and your horses both to death.

That all right with us, Cole.

We're ready for anything.

- You'd better be.

- Why, there's only four of 'em.

From the looks of this town,

they hit more like 40.

We might send for help

from the Territory.

That'd give 'em time

to get all the way to China.

Never mind about outside help.

You can count on us.

The only thing I'm counting on is that there'll

be more dead men before this is finished.

Any of you still want to come, get ready

and meet me in the marshal's office.

All right, men. Get your guns and

get mounted if you're goin'.

Cole.

You were pretty rough

on 'em.

It was the truth.

You'd have gotten a lot more help by

encouraging those men to do the right thing...

instead of

scaring 'em off.

A man's fighting spirit

has to be helped, not stamped out.

Any man afraid of words

better not go.

I'll be with you!

Insolent young pup

questioning my courage.

He didn't actually.

If he had any sense,

he'd turn this command over to me.

My military experience

will be invaluable.

Let the past rest,

Jeremiah.

The war's so far behind us, there's no need

now for you to try to prove anything...

to yourself or to anyone.

Get my campaign boots

and my hat.

Clean 'em up, will you?

Very well, Jeremiah.

Ridiculous. I don't want

anything to do with it.

But it's your duty as a...

Excuse me, Mr. Cole.

I don't know if anyone has told you,

but the men who robbed my bank...

left Paradise

with exactly $11,200.

And one girl,

I'm told.

Now I'm even more convinced that

the bank must be represented.

I refuse to trust that posse

with that amount of money.

Seymour, you've got to go.

Now, look, Mr. Larson,

in New York we have a well-trained

police force for this sort of thing.

Well, don't you have any personal feelings

about a thing like this?

Yes, very strong ones.

I want to finish

my work here in your branch...

and get back to the main office

and civilization as quickly as possible...

where this sort of thing

doesn't happen.

You mean where all you have to worry

about is being at tea parties on time.

And cocktail parties.

Then you won't go?

I see no reason to.

You're trying to act

as if joining a posse were beneath you.

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