Valdez Is Coming

- I thought I told you to stay put.

- I got tired waiting.

- Something came up.

- What?

- I'll tell you later.

- I'll wait here.

- I want you to go back to the hotel.

- Why?

Because a man's

going to get himself killed here.

You want to watch that?

Take the lady back to the hotel.

- Mr Malson. Mr Beaudry.

- Bob.

- This is Mr Tanner from Mimbreno.

- I'm Bob Valdez.

Bob's town constable in Lanoria.

Works two or three nights a week,

Mexican part of town.

The nights I'm in town, I ride shotgun.

I work with your company...

Let's get some shade.

- Bob.

- Yes, sir?

There's an army deserter down there.

Killed James C Erin at Fort Huachuca.

Mr Tanner spotted him

driving through Lanoria.

Where is the, er... the sheriff?

Up in St David.

He won't be back till tonight.

Mr Tanner is sure that is the man?

JC Erin was a good friend of Mr Tanner's.

He feels very strongly about this.

We have to be sure, Mr Malson.

It's a serious thing.

This is Mr Tanner's show, Bob.

Better let him run it.

Apache.

The man's wife. Or his woman, maybe.

Seor Tanner yell for her to come out,

but she never come, till now.

I think she's saying she don't give a damn

about you or your rifle.

Shoot her?

Could make her jump some.

I could use a little something to drink.

Diego!

Where's he going?

Hey, he's dumber than he looks.

If he flushes that n*gger, you could

really show us some fancy shooting.

That's close enough.

- I'll kill you if you raise it.

- I believe it.

- Can we talk?

- You're talking.

A man up there, Mr Tanner,

he says you killed somebody.

- I never heard of him.

- He says your name is Johnson.

It ain't.

He says you killed a man at Fort Huachuca.

I was in the 10th a long time ago.

- Deserter?

- I served it out.

Maybe you've got something to prove it?

In the wagon,

there's a leather bag with my papers.

Would you come with me

and talk to Mr Tanner?

- I don't know him.

- Then he won't know you.

He didn't know me this morning

when he chased me here.

All right. We'll get the paper

that says you were discharged.

Then we will show it to Mr Tanner, huh?

- He comes down here.

- Sure.

Please, will you... point the gun

some other way?

- You son of a b*tch.

- No!

It looked like him. It sure looked like him.

He ain't the one you said?

No. I've seen this one before, though.

I know I've seen him before.

Constable, you went and killed

the wrong coon.

Listen... I'll take you back to town.

I know a place you can stay tonight,

all right?

We?

- Now, who is we?

- Well, everybody was there.

You mean take up a collection,

pass the hat.

Yes, Mr Malson.

Mighty fine thought, Bob, mighty fine.

- Don't you agree, Earl?

- Sure.

Give her a few dollars,

enough to get home.

- Any idea where she wants to go?

- I don't know.

Back to her people, I think.

Good idea. You've got about

three or four dollars there.

It's not much.

She'll be the richest damn squaw

on the reservation.

How much did you have in mind, Bob?

I was thinking, maybe... $200?

I would like to know

why we're listening to this greaser.

- RL, keep your mouth closed.

- He killed him. Why's he coming to us?

Shut up or get out of here.

That's a lot of money, Bob, $200.

Almost as much as I make in a year.

Giving her that is like admitting

we owe it to her, like we're to blame.

Well, who else?

Wait a minute, Bob. When it comes

to fixing the blame, I agree with RL.

You took it on yourself to go down there

and talk to that man. You killed him.

I know that, Mr Malson. I know that.

Don't take it so hard. If Tanner hadn't made

that mistake, it wouldn't have happened.

- Sure, it's all Tanner's fault.

- Go tell him that.

Maybe we should tell him.

I tell you what, Bob.

Why don't you tell him?

If he puts up 100, we'll put up 100.

He's driving that stock he bought

from Mr Malson back to Mimbreno.

You can catch him at the swing station.

You mean it, Mr Malson?

You have my word, Bob.

I know everybody who does business

with Seor Tanner.

I don't know a Bob Valdez.

It is a private matter.

Seor Tanner don't know you either.

I meet him today. I kill a man for him.

- What do you want?

- To talk with you... about the man today.

What man?

The one who was...

He had a woman with him.

Say what you want.

We were talking - Mr Malson, Mr Beaudry.

You know who I mean.

And we were saying that...

that maybe we should

give something to the woman.

- Now she don't have a man.

- They send you out here?

No, I thought of it. But they will give $100...

if you will give the same.

Get rid of him.

I'm not finished yet.

- What did you say?

- I want to explain...

He don't hear you so good.

It's too loud out here.

Who is that man?

What happened today?

Was it to do with Jim's murder?

For Christ's sake!

I wish you'd stop looking

for whoever did it. I don't care.

I do.

Because there are people

who think you did it.

Yes.

You killed men without caring

what people think.

I don't like them thinking

I had to kill one to get his wife.

They're going to know that

you came to me because you wanted to.

That's true, isn't it?

Easy... Easy.

Hello, Valdez. Brrego!

Is honour to my house to have as guest

the brave shotgun rider of the stage,

- His Excellency the constable of Lanoria.

- In the Mexican part of town.

- I need some water for the horses.

- Anita!

How is she?

I'll take her back to the reservation.

A little gift for your house from my house.

Oh, that house.

Come out of the sun,

and we will have a glass together.

He's pretty good.

Certainly be as good as his father.

Better.

Last week, Seor Malson see him.

Promise him a job.

Seor Malson.

"Mighty fine boy you got there, Diego.

Chip off the old block.

"I reckon he'll be breaking horses

for me soon, same as his pa."

Oh, Seor Malson,

you are too kind to this poor peon.

What an honour this worthless son of mine

should work his ass off to make you rich.

"Well, you're a good greaser, Diego.

"As long as you are a good greaser,

I treat you fair and square.

"Yes, sirree, Diego.

"You people sure know how to live -

singing, dancing, screwing.

"You don't worry about nothing."

I come back for her later.

Bueno, Seor Tanner. It's a deal.

You will have the guns in Nogales

by Friday?

We'll be there.

I'll be a son of a b*tch.

Mr Tanner.

Seor Tanner.

The circuit judge comes down

to Lanoria tomorrow from St David.

I have to report what has happened.

The Indian woman can make trouble

for us... with the law.

- Now, $100 is... is not much to give.

- Look, you.

I don't know how you horseshit them

people into giving a greaser a tin star,

but you don't horseshit Frank Tanner.

Seor Tanner!

Why you don't help this woman?

He don't learn, does he?

Remember Tucson? That preacher?

Fix him the same.

Now let's see him walk.

Hey, where you go?

It's that way... The way you came.

I came on a horse.

Don't worry about the horse.

We take care of it.

Hey, don't fall on your back.

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