- Well? - They're almost done.
Are you with the law?
- From Denver, huh? - Yeah, Denver.
So, you're out for bounty, huh?
- No, just in a hurry to get across the desert, like you.
- It's a pretty crowded desert, ain't it?
- Aww, had us going for a minute.
- Yeah, huh? - Sure did.
- Wouldn't happen to have any ammunition, huh?
I had a little run-in, and I, uh, ran out.
Thanks. - Forget it.
That's the least one can do for a body.
- Yeah, but you had us jumping there, boy.
He had us,jumping... Beans and all.
- To tell you the truth,
when I seen that cannon of yours staring at me,
I said to myself,
"boys, this time we've had it... For real."
- Let go with the belts.
Go get your horses. Put one under my saddle.
- You skunk, you'd pick off a beggar.
' Why not?
Now, you just sit there and cool off.
Hey, the beans.
Huh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Hey, you planning to starve us to death?
- Hmm.
Good beans... which one of you was the cook?
" Ahh! Empty.
- Aww.
- Well.
- Here. - Oh, cut it out.
- You'll pay for this!
You're a no-good, lowdown vulturin' hyena!
- My compliments to the cook. Them was good beans!
- Well, what's the matter?
You're a good horse, Dick.
- Hurry up, Denver, I'm starving.
- Well, let him cook, will ya? They're almost done.
Poor saddler. That must've been some punch.
- Get your hands up!
- Did you say-- - I said get 'em up!
- Oh,oh,oh!
- If you're looking for a hole in the head,
I'll be happy to oblige.
- You ain't lawmen, are you? - What was that?
- You know, the law? Rangers maybe?
- You got somethin' gnawin' on your conscience, stinkweed?
What are you worth? Five hundred?
- Well, not yet. I'm just startin' out.
But Judge Fitzpatrick told me that if I keep up like this,
I'll be worth 1,000. Right now, I'm up to 50.
- Fifty bucks? How'd you manage to win that?
Stealing chickens?
- No, turkeys.
- Put 'em down, turkey. - Hey.
- Relax, we ain't no lawmen. Sit down.
By the way, have you seen anyone around these parts?
- No, they had a posse out after me, but
they gave up when I took off across the desert.
- PM you gm away on that nag?
- Why? What's wrong with him?
- Ahh, she ain't exactly a thing of beauty.
- No, not exactly, but he's a dang good horse.
- We'll see about that a little later.
- What's wrong with him? ls he sick?
- No, he got swatted, and he's been that way
ever since.
- Who hit him? - A starving buffalo.
- Sounds like he really bashed him.
- Knocked him senseless. - Yeah, and old Evan
never was never too bright. - Yeah, that's right.
- You know, I heard that if a man gets hit again,
like he did the first time, he'll come back to his senses.
- Yeah, I heard the same thing.
- Uh-huh, and I know it for a fact because of my uncle.
- Your uncle? - He hit my Pa right here,
on the brain. Then, he hit him again
to finish him off. But Pa, instead of going down,
snaps back and drops my uncle, who is his brother,
right where he stood.
Why don't you give it a try?
Mm-hmm.
- Easy, Evan. Come up, up you go.
- Sorry, old buddy, but maybe stinkweed's right.
- Seems to agree.
Mm-hmm.
Well, it don't always work.
- Yeah, I heard the same thing, exactly.
- Aww, get him up and cut the bull.
Take it easy there. Don't harm him.
- Set him down here.
- Well, uh, it's been nice, and thanks.
- Yeah, for your horse. - What?
- Your horse, turkey rustler.
- I ain't got no objection.
- Yeah, that's what I figured.
- So long as he don't mind.
What do you say?
He says, "no."
Well, I guess now
we're supposed to shoot it out, right?
- Yeah, that's right, sonny. - Hey, boss,
mind if I take care of him? - No, he's all yours.
Well, just nick him and send him home hopping.
- Hup!
Hup!
- Finish him off, will ya? The beans are done.
- This is it, stinkweed. Go!
- What the--
- Drop them beans-- uh, gun belts.
Let's sit down and cool off.
Mmm.
- Hey, that's our last batch of beans.
- You ain't gonna scarf 'em all up by yourself, are ya?
- Geez.
- Mmm.
Mmm. - Mmm.
- You ain't gonna kill us in cold blood, are ya?
- To tell you frankly, I don't know.
I'm new at this sort of thing.
What do you usually do in a case like this?
- If I were you, I'd just go and forget the whole thing.
We were just joking, right? - Yeah.
- But you ain't me.
Tell you what. You guys fight it out,
and the one who remains on his feet will be spared.
Go on. Go to it, boys.
Mmm.
Hey, watch out!
- Aww.
- Lousy wench, throwing you on the ground like that.
Poor Charlie. - You mean right in the tub.
- That's right, and no fussing. - Oh, come on.
- Another word and I'll peel you like a lizard.
Pa, hurry up with that rinsing water!
- Hey, Pearl, come here, will ya?
- What for? Damnation!
- Never mind what for! Just come here!
Something's up. - Oh, well, it ain't you.
That's for sure. Oh, always calling me.
You're worse than a pack of hornets on a raw behind.
I'm in the midst of bathing Bambino, and you call me.
If he gets out now, he won't get back in
'til next spring sometime.
Oh, what's the matter now?
Having another attack? - I gone near did.
Get a whiff of that breeze.
- Oh, Trinity! - Hey!
- Trinity! Oh, look at him.
My little coyote finally come back to the old den.
- Yeah, we thought-- we thought the buzzards
would've picked your bones clean by now.
Where you been all this time, son?
- Oh, around.
- Why didn't you write your ma?
- 'Cause I don't know how to write,
and you don't know how to read.
- Yeah, he's got a point there.
- Come on in.
I got a little surprise for you.
- Yeah. - Come on, pa.
- Yeah. - Hey, Bambino, tell me
if this ain't the prettiest dang sight you ever done seen.
- Hi. - Damnation!
Ain't you glad to see your own brother?
- No! - Oh, yeah, he ain't.
- You know, Bambino is right, Pearl.
This blasted coyote did give away a whole
herd of them horses.
- You woulda done the same thing.
Set the table now and shut up.
- Hmm. - And you, my little lamb,
wash up, huh? You're making me gag.
- Ha-ha.
Ahh.
Are you leaving right away? - If you're staying, yes.
- Why don't you talk to him, Pa?
- Hey, listen, if I were you,
I'd drown him right there in that tub.
- Hey, you ain't gonna
take the old geezer up on that, are ya?
Ma. - All right,
peace to men of good will. So, cut your feuding
for a while, boys. It's time to eat.
I declare. I never seen
such unloving kin brothers the likes of you two.
The only family tie you ever felt
was the hangman's noose.
Bambino, set yourself down there and stop sulking.
- Here. This one's mine.
- Look what a beaut! Huh?
- Hey, what is it? - Don't really know.
It was flying around here the other day.
- Looks like an eagle. - It might be.
- Yeah, let me see. - You ain't gonna
feed your faces without prayin' first.
- There she goes again with that religion of hers!
Always trying to break a guy's--
- Don't say it, Pa.
- Dear lady up in heaven, you were a mother
just like me, and from what I hear tell,
you had a son who gave you quite a few worries, too.
So, you can understand when I ask you to look after
my young'uns. I'm countin' on ya now, huh?
Amen.
I said, "amen," you varmints!
- Amen.
- Hold it. - Eat your own food, damn it!
- Just the gizzard.
Let's drink, boys.
Come on. Down our gullets
and may the Good Lord-- - Oh, leave him be,
will ya? He's probably eatin' now,
just like us. - He better protect yas.
- Give me back my bird!
Boys, did you ever feel like settlin' down
and stakin' your claim, right here, in these parts?
- To do what? - Work?
No, not necessarily,
but you could get married, though.
Say, there's a couple of beauts down at the saloon
that'd like nothing better than a husband to latch onto.
- Yes, sir, and they make the best wives!
- Ha-ha! That's right.
They make the best wives. Sir, you should have seen
your mother the clay we got married.
Of course, you were too young to remember.
You were just knee high, and you were still crawling,
but we had a wing ding in that saloon!
And I can still see her now.
She had on a red velvety dress with her front
all sticking out, and she was grinning just as happy.
Why, she was just as happy as a vulture on Boot Hill.
- Nice.
- Really, dear, after you get through chasing
that lice around, how about getting us another bottle?
- We ran outta booze.
- Hey, save that gizzard for Ma.
- Save your own gizzard.
- Um, we got visitors. - How many?
- Um, four. - Any one a sheriff?
- Nope. - What do they look like?
- Can't tell. They got their faces covered.
- Relax, boys.
You take care of 'em, dear, huh?
Got some extra ammunition in my saddle, Ma.
- Yeah, well, careful when you sit on it.
- Well, look who's here. Small world, ain't it?
- Yeah, and a little overcrowded.
Drop your guns.
You,too. Okay, outside.
- Wait a minute, dear. - Oh, I forgot.
- Whoops.
There we are. Mm-hmm.
All right, you can go. - Come on, move.
Move. Come on, get over there.
Move.
- No, he's a-- He's a little--
he's a little--
- Yeah, he's a little bats. I noticed that.
- Listen here, ma'am. - You open your mouth wide,
young fella,and I’ll fill it up with buckshot.
NOW. get!
Here, choke. - Thank you, love.
- Boys, old drivel over here wants to talk to you,
but don't contradict him-- he looks pretty shaky.
- He eat too fast? - No, it's the usual attack.
- Oh. - But from the sound of things,
may be the last. Gather around, boys.
- Listen, boys, the odds are pretty good
that this generous old heart of mine is gonna stop tickin'
mighty soon now. But, before I go,
I wanna make sure that there's a good price
on your heads.
You worry me, my son. For years now,
you've been dragging your ass--
dragging your ass around in that litter,
and you still got no trade. You're a good card shark,
I hear, but I never see you with a deck in your hands.
I advise you to go on to horse rustling.
It's a fine and difficult profession.
You don't become a good horse thief overnight, you know?
Look at Bambino here. He's on the right track.
Even though he's still got a lot to learn,
he'll make a great horse thief some day.
And, boys...
promise me that, from now on,
you'll always work together.
- What? - You look after your brother.
He's young and green, still. Learn him the ropes.
Protect him as if he was your own brother.
- Oh, you're kiddin'. I gotta protect me from him!
- Aww, let him kick the bucket in peace.
- All right, I'll protect him. But either he walks
the straight and narrow, or he'll be sliding on stumps.
And no ass draggin' on that litter of yours!
- All right, if that's what you want.
- Yeah, that's what I want!
- Keep an eye on him.
He's just a baby with a foot in his mouth.
- Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
- Pearl, this calls for another whiskey.
In fact, make it two whiskeys.
Just bring the bottle of whiskey!
You don't want any whiskey, huh?
- Uh-huh.
- Can't you sit in the saddle like a normal slob?
- Oh, I-l get tired that way. Where are we headed?
- North. - Why north?
- Because I said so. - I got a right to know,
don't I? - No, you don't!
Either you do what I tell you, or I'll dump you.
- Where you gonna dump me?
- Hey, wake up. There's a little work ahead.
Cover up. - Why?
- Rule number one: when you hold up
a stage or a wagon, you cover your face,
so no one can recognize ya. You get it?
- I got it.
- I can't get enough leverage. - Stop fussing, child.
His stomach, again.
- Give here. - Oh, dear.
- Hurry, get in the cart, quick!
'Go.go!
- Stay right where you are! Nobody make a move!
' Right! " Get 'Em
- Yeah, get 'em up. - I said get 'em up.
What the hell are you shootin' at?
- Keeping covered. - Lift 'em!
I'm warning you, mister. - If he lifts his hands,
he'll drop the kid. - Shut up.
All right, now, hand over your gold.
No fooling around. - The only wealth we got
is right here in our hands, sir.
We came west lookin' for work.
- Looking for work. I got a good mind
to plug ya just for that. Go search the wagon.
- Oh, please, mister, we-- - Quiet!
How old's this horse? - Hold it, or I'll plug
you right in the-- howdy.
I said, "howdy." - Howdy.
You-you an outlaw? - Huh?
Oh, well, uh, under the circumstances, I guess so.
- But we ain't got nothing. We're just farmers.
- You're just-- sorry about that.
- Hey, hurry up in there! - Bye, now.
Just sit tight and don't you worry.
- Hey, you coming? - Mm-hmm.
- Boy, what'd you find? - An old lady, a few rags,
and some stale bread. You ain't never gonna
fix a wheel that a-way. - We've been setting here
for three days now, and Ebenezer here
has got a sour stomach.
- Yeah, I see what you mean.
- We got to get into town and see a doctor.
- Doctor, huh?
Then you got money after all, you sniveling coyote!
- Oh, we'll sell the wagon, if need be.
- That's ridiculous.
- Shut up and give me a hand.
You ready? - Yep.
- One, two.
Hurry up! - Hang on.
Don't forget there's an old lady inside.
- Hurry up, Will ya?
- This is a heavy wheel.
- About time. - That wasn't so hard
now, was it?
Don't forget to grease the cog and put it in the cotter.
Give them some money.
- Huh? - Come on.
- Can I? - It's all right.
- Much obliged, sir. If everyone was
as generous and kind-- - Yeah, I know.
You'd let yourself be robbed from morning 'til night.
- Uh, listen, Bambino.
- Shut up and don't call me Bambino.
- What do you want me to call you?
- Nothin'. - Well...
- Thank you. - Bye.
- Get a move on!
Suppose that was for the old lady, huh?
- Hah!
- They're going? - Seems that way.
- Strangest pair of outlaws I've ever seen.
- Yeah.
- Hey, will you bring that wagon over here?
- So far, so good, huh?
- Even better if you look there.
- But a little worse if you look here.
- Howdy, Sheriff.
- First of all, try not to catch his eye.
Make yourself scarce. - Yeah, you're right.
- Well, okay, come on. Let's go have a drink, now.
- Keep an eye on those two. They're up to no good.
- Welcome to Tascosa, boys,
yeah, where the West really begins.
Now, if it's work you're looking for,
you picked the right place.
- Just worry about the horse. - And take good care of him.
- I need to find me a gunsmith.
In the meantime, take a look around.
The town's got possibilities.
Uh, so, if your hand takes to itching, just scratch it.
- God bless you, brothers. - Thanks, old timer.
See you at the saloon.
- Come on! Come on!
Yeah!
- I didn't ask for no drink. - Oh.
- Hey, bartender. - What do you want?
- Give me a drink. - You like to play, huh?
- No, not now. I'm tired now.
- Yeah!
- Pretty quiet town from the looks of things, huh?
- Say that again, and you'll break the spell.
- Why? - 'Cause Wildcard Hendricks
is in town, and it don't take much
to set him and his boys off.
- Wildcard? Who's he?
- He's a card sharp, a professional.
He's shifty more than he's lucky,
but don't tell him that. He's very touchy.
You can watch him play at the saloon, but careful
that you don't stare him in the eye.
Might make him nervous.
Hey, Mister, do you want your gun?
- Where are you going? You know who that is?
Wildcard Hendricks, a professional.
- So what? Are you afraid of him, maybe?
- Hmm. - You got a couple of bills?
- Now you're talkin', brother.
- I've had enough.
- What do you want?
- I'd like to be able to tell people
Wildcard Hendricks played with me.
- Give us another one here. Two more.
- Can we play in five?
- Mm-hmm.
High card deals, doesn't it?
- No cut.
- I pass. - I open for 30.
- Your 30, plus...
- I'm out. - Guess it's my hand.
- Let's see your openers, friend.
Mm-hmm.
- Ooh, wee!
- All right, how about we cut the pack, huh?
Yeah.
- Opening for ten. - Let's make it 50.
- A hundred, if you wanna stay in.
- Two.
- Two for me. - Serve yourself.
- A hundred.
- If you don't mind, I'll take 200.
- Ahh.
I say you've been cheatin'. - Huh?
You think so? - I think so.
- Hmm.
- The drinks are on me, boy.
When the lead hits you, it'll hurt less
with a little whiskey in your gut.
- Oh, yeah. Give the gentleman a double.
That way you won't feel a thing.
- Get goin' .
- You like to see that again?
It's hard to catch the first time.
- Cut it out.
- Did you get it?
- So, you think it's going to end here, huh?
- Yeah, I think so.
- I'll get back at ya!
- Well, brother, it's a good start.
Hey, how much did we win? - You mean,
how much did I win? You lost, seems to me.
All right, you can hold my share.
- Mm-hmm.
- Against Parker. - Yeah.
- Just what this town needs. - One in a million.
- No doubt in that. - See ya.
- Right. - Thank you, all, again.
- Right, right. Bye.
- Bye, sir.
- Holy Moses.
- Howdy!
I said, "howdy."
- You talking to me?
Uh, that was, uh--
- Yeah, we were real lucky that you happened
to come by because, well, we wanted to thank you
for having robbed us. Oh, I mean helped us.
- Well, uh, that wasn't exactly a robbery.
It was in, uh, in the line of duty, sort of.
- Oh, I could tell you weren't real outlaws.
- Uh, well, as a matter of fact ....
well, I guess I can tell you.
We were on a special mission. You know how it is.
- Oh, you are-- you are federal agents.
- Oh, uh, yes and no.
It's not exactly federal, but--
hey, you stopping here in town?
If your pa is looking for work,
this is the place, where the West really begins.
- But it ain't no place for us farmers.
I think we'll be moving on to San Jose.
- Ahh, San Jose. - Yeah, San Jose.
- A great place, San Jose, where the west is real--
really nice.
- So, if he's backed up again, don't hesitate
to bring him to me. - Thank you, Doctor.
- Oh, well, goodbye now, Miss,
and,uh,good luck - No, wait-- I would like
my-my folks to know that you're not real outlaws.
Ma, Pa, this here is the fellow--
- Why, of course, he's the gentleman
that helped us fix the wagon. Recognize him immediately.
Right, Ma? - Right.
- We're much obliged to ya, Mister, uh, Mister, uh--
- Oh, but, oh, uh, I don't think he can tell us his name.
You see, he's a federal agent, and he's on duty, right now.
- Yeah, there's some mighty bad business going on,
and the government wants to get to the bottom of it.
That's why we're here.
Don't tell the Captain I told you about us.
He's very strict. - Oh, we won't talk.
- Howdy. - Did they rat on us?
- Don't you worry about us, Captain.
We know how to keep a secret.
- Uh-huh. - Hmm, good for you.
And how's little windy?
- Oh, the doctor said there's nothin' to worry about.
It was just a little, uh, a little airofogy.
- A little what?
Oh, is that what they call 'em in these parts?
- Uh, the kid is really suffering.
- A couple of whiskeys will fix him up fine.
- Hmm? - Yeah.
- Much obliged, Captain. If everyone on this earth
was as generous as you-- - The kid would be an alcoholic.
- Strangest federal agents I've ever seen.
- I hear tell it's the fanciest eating place
between here and Frisco.
- I'm sorry, gentlemen, but you have to be members.
- What do you think we are?
- There ain't no mistaking a lawman, huh?
- This way, please.
- Territory. - Yeah.
- There they are, now.
- Uh?
- Well? - Well, what sir?
- Bring us some food. - Perhaps the gentlemen
would like to begin with-- - Right, all right,
we'd like to begin. - Well, then may I suggest--
- No, you may not. Just bring us somethin' to eat
and on the double.
- Wine for the gentlemen.
- I don't like it. - Expected as much.
Sooner or later, the government was bound to send--
- I told you.
Don't worry about that now, Lopert.
Curiosity has killed a lot more than cats.
- But you're not thinking-- - Now, look,
don't take me literally. You don't go killing
federal agents. You buy them.
And I never met one that wasn't up for sale.
- Well.
- You pull that again, you've had it.
- Here.
I hope it is to your liking, gentlemen.
- So, what's so funny, huh?
- Voila.
Voila.
Oh.
- Ahh.
- Clara, really?
- Well, it looks like it's gonna be even easier
than I thought hey, gentlemen?
- Chateauneuf-Du-Pape, Monsieur, a very special wine.
- All right.
Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Clara, don't do that. Don't you realize--
- This is-- - You're flirting with them.
Stop it! Stop!
- They're ruminating cows. - I'm doing the best I can.
- Outrageous.
- Would the gentlemen care to top their meal with--
- Wanna top it? - Yeah.
- We'll top it. - George!
- Cart?
- Hmm. - Hmm.
- Cointreau, Curacao, Grand Marnier?
- Uh, well, uh, how about it?
- Hmm. If it suits you.
- Suits me fine. - Everything all right, George?
Mm-hmm.
Et, voila.
- What's the matter with you? - Hey, he told him
to set fire to those cakes! I saw him!
- They're crepes Suzette flambé.
- Voila!
- I'll have a little talk with them, first thing
in the morning. The direct approach
is still the best. - How do you plan to do that?
- Murdock will take care of the details.
Oh, here they are now.
What took you so long?
- Here you go. - Hello, gentlemen.
- Howdy, Mister. - Parker-- James Parker,
and this is Mr. Lopert, my partner.
- My pleasure.
- Sir, I'd like you to meet the Captain.
- Now, there's a mighty fine looking animal.
- I imagine that you're an expert.
- Huh? - Well, gentlemen,
I imagine, being quick of mind as you are,
you've already guessed the reason for this pleasant
little, uh, get together. So, I'll come directly
to the point. - Yeah.
- I'm asking a rather simple favor of you, Captain.
All you have to do, is, uh, close an eye.
- Uh-huh.
- May I, captain? - Hmm.
- And while we close an eye, you--
- Exactly.
- The trouble is, Mr. Parker, even if the Captain does
close an eye, he'll go right on seein' with the other, huh?
- Hmm. - Well, then I think
about $2,000 should close 'em both, huh?
- And two times two makes four.
You don't wanna leave my eyes open, do ya?
- All right, then, $4,000. I was dead certain
that we'd come to a friendly agreement.
The U.S. Government never was very generous
with its secret agents.
The, uh, the matter ends here, of course.
- Of course.
- It's been a real pleasure, gentlemen.
- Hope to see ya soon, again.
- Murdock, must you always make such an infernal din?
You hardly need the practice. Murdock said he would've
preferred closing your eyes a little differently.
Personally, however, I don't always approve
of such methods.
- Yeah, yeah, he maybe right, Mr. Parker, but sometimes
it's better to figure out the odds first.
- You're right, Lieutenant. - Heading back to Tascosa?
- No, thought we'd go, uh-- - Yeah, back to San Jose.
- Well, then I guess you'll see for yourselves
that there's nothin' there that could remotely interest
the government. - Yeah, especially since
it's hard to see with your eyes closed, right, captain?
- Let's get started, Lieutenant.
Hah! Hah!
- Arriba, arriba, arriba!
- Warn our guys down at San Jose, huh, my friend?
- Por favor, senor.
- Scat, will ya.
- But, senor, you must help us. We are American like you.
- Ha-ha-ha. - Maybe it's ha-ha-ha for you,
but for us-- - Go on, scat.
Leave me be, you hear?
- Si-Si, senor, but if you could tell the monks to stop.
- Vamonos, I said!
- And what are you going to do, Papito?
Nada.
- Now, there's one sheriff I don't like.
- Yeah, double it.
- Oh, senors, vamanitos to San Jose.
I take your horses to the stable.
We clean them too nice. You'll be muy satisfied.
- Yeah, huh? If that eye there is a sign
of customer satisfaction, you better leave 'em here.
- Huh?
Oh,no,señor it's not for the horse.
- All right, take good care of them.
- Muchas gracias, senor.
- Your guns. - What guns?
- Your guns-- no hardware allowed in here.
- You think this up by yourself?
- No, but it's a good idea all the same.
Nobody comes in here armed. That's the law in this town.
- And don't forget it, if you don't wanna
get bounced out before you can wet your whistle.
- You always in such a good mood?
- No, sometimes it's worse.
- Here. - All right.
- The two federals. - Yeah.
- You know, the ones they warned us about.
- Quite a collection, huh? - Anybody you know?
- The guy talkin' is Reap Smith, the rustler.
- Any good? - The one in the center
is Lenny Smith. Good for hold-ups.
- And the other one? - That's Stingary Smith,
gunslinger, bounty killer. A real rough customer,
so relax. - Mm-hmm.
Don't look now, but one of those three riders
who passed us coming to town is pointing at you and laughin'.
Gee, you seem to strike his funny bone.
Third time he looks at you and laughs.
- Well, now, how are you two doing, huh?
- Suppose you let me in on the joke.
- Aww, come on. Sit down.
- Hey, he put his hand on you.
- If you wink like that again, I'll--
- We'll flatten the whole bunch of ya.
- Why, you wouldn't mind showing me how you're gonna
do that, huh?
- All right.
- That a way to go, Stingary.
"Ahh!
- You hit me in the ear, Shakespeare,
kick in the rear.
- Ahh! - Yee-haw.
- I got him! - Give me a hand!
- Hold him! Hold him!
- Oh, for crying out loud.
- Hey! - What?
- Oh, this is ridiculous!
- Hey, federal. - One, two, and a three.
- Why, you--
- What a rotten bunch. - Yeah.
- Is he comin' with us? - Hmm?
- Be seeing ya. - Yeah.
- I bet they all got a price on their heads.
- Yeah. Huh?
- Howdy.
Are you all crazy or somethin'?
I thought I told you not to show up in town.
- In you go -.
Howdy, sheriff.
- Uh, what can I do for ya? - To begin with, you can
start giving us $800 for this merchandise.
- Certainly. Sure will.
Where'd you nail them? - In town.
- No. - Yeah.
- Lock 'em up, sheriff. - Huh?
Oh, yeah, sure, sure. Come on.
Let's get a move on. Go on, inside.
You, too, get in there. Get in there, now.
- Listen, sheriff, I--
- Just get in there and shut up!
Go on.
Huh.
They don't seem to know who they're dealing with.
- Yeah.
- Sign here.
- That's an even $500. - Fair enough.
Well, so long, Sheriff. See ya around.
- Right. - Oh, I almost forgot.
Regards from Mr. Parker. - Oh, thanks.
- Hmm. - Hey, wait,
then you're the two? - Yeah, that's us.
What do I do with them? - They work for Parker, too,
don't they? - So does everybody else
in San Jose. - So, what's the problem?
- I don't suppose there's any reason to keep 'em, uh,
locked up, is there? - Uh-uh.
Let them cool off for a couple of days.
Then, have 'em tie you up and hit you over the head.
And just to make it look more authentic, put a price
of $500 on their head, alive if you like, hmm?
- You know Parker doesn't want
anybody going to or hanging around the mission?
- Oh, sure we do. - Uh-huh.
- Would you mind telling me what we're doing here
like a couple of horse thieves?
- To begin with, we are a couple of horse thieves.
At least I'm trying to teach you to be one.
- Then what are we waitin' for?
The horses to come walkin' up to us?
To heck with the horses!
Let's go down to the mission instead.
I don't know why, but something tells me that--
"Shh!
Huh. There must be at least
30 of 'em, more or less. Wanna make a bet I'm right?
- Move! Yah!
- Go on! - Pig-headed mules!
- Ha! Two tired mules.
- Two what?
- Alright. Move, I said!
- Looks like their wagon is actin' up, again.
- Yeah, just for a change. - We'll give them a hand?
- No. - Come on!
- Oh. - We're here to stay,
if some miracle don't happen. - Oh, dear.
- It happened,Pa! - What happened?
Hey, howdy.
- We thought you might need a hand.
- So right. - Yes.
- They just plum stopped. There's no budgin' the critters.
- Well, we'll see about that
Ain't nothin' to it, Miss.
Hang on tight on my arm.
Yeah, we're gonna take off like lightning.
- It's gettin' late, Lieutenant.
- Ready? - Mm-hmm.
- Hold on. Here we go.
Yee-haw-haw!
Yee-ha-ha-hey!
- They're just as stubborn as a-- as a mule!
- Oh.
Now, we can go. Hah!
Hey, look at 'em go!
Hah! Hah!
- Go on!
Hah! Yah!
Hah! Whoa.
- Good gum'. Good gem'.
I don't know what you told 'em, but it sure worked.
Thank you, Captain. - Don't mention it.
Moving out right away? - I reckon not.
We'll camp here for the night.
Say, why don't you join us? - What?
- My daughter is a mighty good cook.
- Hey, she's also a good cook, huh?
Where do you wash at? - Uh, over there.
- Here all right? - Uh-huh.
- You know, you're a very good cook.
I’ve never ate boiled beans so--
so boiled. - Thank you.
The stars are sparkling just like diamonds tonight,
aren't they? - Uh-huh, especially
the big ones. The smaller ones
a little less. - Hey, that's right.
I've never thought about that
You federal agents don't miss a trick.
- And did you know that
rivers always flow in the same direction?
- No. - And you know that I--
I mean, you and me, well--
- Well? - Well--
Where you headed?
- Uh, north. - Where?
- We're headed north.
- Oh. It's nice up there.
- I-- - I'll come up and
visit, if you like. - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, no, Lieutenant, don't.
- Hey, Lieutenant! - Oh!
Oh! Holy Moses!
- I didn't know that you federal agents
work at night, too. - Yeah, just like horse thieves.
- Well, there they come now.
- Lieutenant, you seem to forget we're on duty.
- Right, Captain, but we gotta allow
for exceptions sometimes, don't we?
- No. - ls that an order?
- Yeah, it's an order.
- Ma'am, Miss, it's been a pleasure.
Hi, young fella. Heads up, now.
- He sounds a lot better to me.
- He's really sick.
- Oh, look at this. - Buy a barrel of whiskey.
That'll cure him. - Bye.
- Bye, young fella. - Bye.
Oh, if everyone was as generous as you--
- You'd be millionaires. Let's go, Lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.
- Hah!
- Nice boys. Huh?
- Yeah.
- Hey, there's one leaving for Chihuahua tomorrow.
How about it? - No, that's a border run.
Stage will be full of starvin' peons.
Better off waitin' a couple of days for the San Antonio
and Houston stage.
- Where you plannin' to hold it up?
By the river? - No, we ain't
back in Pa's days. Now, the best place to rob
a wagon is at the post station, when the passengers
are stretching, and the driver is off guard.
Well, what are you lookin' at?
- You come for the monks, senor?
- What monks?
- The ones with the mission, senor.
Look what they do. I go to confess my sins,
and then, for absolution, the monk gives me a black eye.
- Well, you must've had some pretty big sins.
- You know, senor, once up a time,
the monks were saints, but now they are devils,
and they drink, and they swear, and make love.
And when we confess-- - They hit ya.
- Oh, Si, senor, very big hits.
- All right. - No, no, all wrong.
- No, I mean, all right, we'll see about the monks.
- Really, senor? - Oh, sure thing.
- Oh, gracias. Muchos gracias, senor.
Hey!
- This business about monks
beatin' up peons bothers you, don't it?
- No. So, if you think that I--
- No, I didn't think that at all.
It's just that Parker gives us $4,000 to close an eye,
and the sheriff wants us to stay clear of
a bunch of drunken monks. So, somethin' stinks here,
and it's worth more than $4,000.
Don't you think?
- Hmm.
And so?
- Open, brother, have no fear. - Si, padre.
May the Lord be with you. - Why?
- Welcome.
- You see, when a penitent brother or a tired traveler
knocks at our door, we greet him by saying,
"may the Lord be with you." And he should answer,
"and with your spirit." - Oh, now, I got ya.
And with your spirit. Ain't you got no spirit?
- Oh, and with my spirit. - Welcome, brothers.
- See if we can get 'em to talk, Bambino.
- Don't worry about it and don't call me Bambino.
Ugly bunch.
- Who's the boss here?
- Let us say that I am the shepherd of this flock.
What can we do for you?
- Let us say this pilgrim here
wants to get confessed, and this here traveler
wants to rest his bones.
- The traveler shall be restored and the pilgrim cleansed of sin.
Come, brother. Come with me.
- Hmm. - Come.
- Hey, what are you doin'?
Hey, where are you--
- “mm?
- Hey, all right, now. Where are you goin'?
- In the confessional. - Could've made the darn place
a little bigger. - This is my place, brother.
You'll kneel down opposite the grating.
- I gotta kneel down? - You may sit,
if kneeling bothers you. - Yeah.
- It's the first time, isn't it?
- Yeah, and the last from the look of things.
- Tell me, my son. - What?
- Well, aren't ya here to confess?
- Yeah, among other things. - What other things?
- To see if you're gonna absolve me, too.
- First, you must confess. Then, I'll absolve you.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Hey, I'm warning you, friend!
No rattin' on me, huh? - No,no.
Aside from myself, only he shall know.
- No, either it's between you and me, or nothin' doin'.
- Very well. Begin, my son.
- Begin what? - To confess.
- Oh, well, Mom says I was born--
- Go on, my son. - And then, when I was 12,
my old man took me in with him
and his-- his gang of rustlers,
and one of the boys got killed.
Yeah, but we pulled off a lotta neat jobs.
- Oh, that's enough. I beg you.
- Yeah, and now what?
- You must do penance and be sincerely sorry.
- Yeah, all right, I'm sorry.
Now, absolve me, if you got the guts.
- I don't understand. - You don't, huh?
Come on. Absolve me!
- Certainly, certainly, you shall be absolved.
- Why, you, I'll teach you to go around absolving!
- What are you doing? My brothers, help!
Help! - Hey, take it easy!
Come on. What happened?
- He was gonna do it. He started off by talking
to himself, and then, real sneaky-like,
he lets go with a right! - But I only wanted
to bless you, brother. - With a right hook?
There's something wrong with this mission.
You better confess, now. Why do you beat up the peons?
- It's not we who do the beating up.
It is Lucifer. Yeah, Lucifer in person.
- You know him? - No, never heard of him.
Sounds like a professional from back East.
- Hmm. Well, if this Lucifer whatever
shows up, tell him to go to hell.
- May the Lord be with you, sir.
- No, we know the way.
- Oh, Dios gracias.
Deliver us, oh, Lord, from the hands of evil.
In nomine, padre. Spiritu santo!
Judas priest!
- Hey, where did the sheriff go?
- Over there. - Hi!
- Hey, look.
- Well, now, what a nice surprise.
- We were just saying the same thing, right?
- Yeah. - Thought you were headed north.
- I was. But, first, there's a letter
I gotta hand to a Mr., uh, hmm, Mr., uh, yeah,
Stingary Smith.
- Uh, oh, good ol'' Stingary. Yeah, a friend of ours.
Uh, he outta town, right now. - Oh.
- We can give it to him just as soon as he gets back.
- Who will we tell him it's from?
- Uh, I think he said Murdock. Yeah, brother Murdock,
the monk we ran into a couple clays ago.
And he also told us to tell Mr. Stingary not to forget
to set up his scarecrows. Yeah, just like that.
- Fine, we'll tell him.
Uh, by the way, how's the family?
- They're fine, down at the mission.
- The mission? - Yeah, all those lonely monks
were having such a time feedin' our little Ebenezer.
- Better get back. That gruel they're eatin'
may unsettle little Ebenezer's stomach.
- Well, uh, goodbye then, and, uh, thanks again.
- Goodbye.
- Well, now, we can worry about that stage.
- How about going to the mission to say hello
to those people, huh? - No, you're gonna get
in your saddle and reconnoiter to the post station
near the Apache Spring 'cause that's where you gotta
go to hold up the stage. - Now?
- Yeah, now. - That's 20 miles from here.
It'll be night soon. - Get movin'!
- Son of a buzzard.
- Come hereto your ma, child. - Fast asleep.
- Pa, I ain't tired. Can't I stay up
for a while yet? - All right, but not too late.
- It's such a beautiful night. Just a little walk?
- Yeah, but don't wander, now. - I won't, Pa.
- Stay inside the mission. - Mm-hmm.
- Hey!
- Hi. - Hi.
- What are you doing on there?
- Hmm? What am I doing here?
I'm on duty. - On the wall?
- Well, sort of. The captain ordered me
to keep an eye on this wall, and so--
Wait there, will ya? - Uh-huh.
- I was on duty on the wall, but--
that's some duty on the wall.
- Hey, you plan to drink all night?
Then bring your bottle to your room.
We close at midnight.
Hey, hey, what are you-you-you doing?
- Where in the hell is the sheriff?
- He disappeared. - What?
- Gone, hombre, over a week now.
- Wouldn't know whereabouts we could find Stingary Smith?
- In jail. - How's that?
- Jail. - Yeah, in jail.
- And who put him in? - Well, the sheriff, I guess.
- Yeah, well, no wonder he disappeared.
Let's go.
- What time is it? - Exactly 10 o'clock.
- Let's go! - They're probably
still in town! - What are you gonna do?
- Take care of them two federals.
- There ain't no time for that now.
And besides, I wouldn't push my luck with them.
- What's that mean?
- It just means they're no more federal agents than I am.
They're a couple of fast drawing professionals.
- They're what? - Just that.
Saddle up and follow me!
Parker's got another shipment for Gonzales!
- You love me? - You said it.
Are you gonna settle here? - We're hoping to.
There's good land and all, and the prior was willing
to give us an old farmhouse of theirs, but the bishop
wouldn't let him. - Huh, the bishop, huh?
- Uh-huh, the bishop. Maybe it's because
we're Protestants.
- You didn't have to tell him, did ya?
- Go back in the wagon. Hurry up!
Go on!
-oh,no, they're back again.
Hurry up, brothers! Come out!
Hurry. What are you waitin' for?
- Who is it, Father? - Gonzales, the devil take him.
Hurry, open the gate before he breaks it down.
Open the door. Don't be afraid.
- Go on! Get out of the way!
- May the Lord be with-- - Gonzales and his men!
It's almost full.
Vamonos, muchachos, let's go to work!
Vamonos, vamonos!
It weighs a ton.
Hey, you can pray later! Now, you work!
- All right.
- Brothers, you can pray later.
- Come on! Come on!
Hurry UP!
- It's the last one, Captain. - Bueno.
Hey, priest! - I'm here.
- Put that in your wagon. Bring the money!
- Catch, Captain. - Hey, priest, here.
It's $50,000, brother. Be careful, or Senor Parker
will give you his blessings, eh?
- No,no! Hold it!
- Help me, priest. Help me!
- God helps all.
- Every monk who is a monk, hand sup!
Every monk who is a monk, punch a monk who isn't a monk.
All of you standing monks, hand sup!
- Shoot him!
- What happened, Jesse?
Jesse!
- Stay there now and don't move.
- This is the last time you sneak guns
across the border, right? - Indeed.
- And don't you forget it.
Judas priest. You almost killed him.
- No, I just nicked him so I'd find out
what they're doin' here, but maybe you'd like
to explain that. - Hey, Lieutenant,
what happened? - Lieutenant?
- Yeah, Lieutenant and federal at that.
- Oh, heaven protect us from Parker's wrath.
Even the Mexican bandits will be out to get us now.
- How you figure that? - Parker sells arms
and ammunitions to roving bands from across the border,
and he uses our mission as a trading post.
- And as a bank, too. - Exactly.
- Afraid I'm gonna have to keep this,
as evidence, of course. - Oh, I'm begging you.
If Murdock doesn't find the money, there's no telling
what he'll do. - Ha-ha.
I can tell you he won't do a thing, not with me
and my captain around. - But you'll be up against
a horde of cutthroats. - And you think one horde
is enough to scare two federal agents?
. He?
- “mm?
Hmm?
Hmm.
Oh.
- Have you seen Stingary Smith and his boys?
- Well, uh, actually, they're in jail.
- How's that? - Yeah, the sheriff come back,
slap 'em into jail, and rode off, again.
- Let's go.
Hey, you com-- - Eh!
- Well, good night, senor. - What time is it?
- It's about 10 o'clock.
- Get the keys. - Right.
- Slapped you in, again, eh? - Yeah, so, let's get movin'.
I'll get that boy. - Let's go!
- If it's the last-- - Last thing you do.
Your guns, fellas.
- All the doggone luck!
- You may have the upper hand now,
but when we get outta here-- - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. - Uh, uh--
- Where the heck have you been? - Sorry, senors,
but after 10 o'clock, the bar is self service.
So, good night and goodbye. Cabrones.
- It took you all this time to go to Apache Spring,
take a look around, and come back here?
- What do you mean?
Forty miles in two hours ain't all that bad.
- How'd things look?
- Sad, mighty sad. - Mighty sad?
- For the stage, not for us, though.
- Oh.
- Here's another one.
- All right, once more, now. - Oh, not again.
- Yeah, again. I don't want no slip-ups.
- When the stage pulls in-- - Pulls in where?
- At the Apache Spring post station.
- Right, go ahead.
- I go in the station and hold you up.
You go for your gun.
I shoot wide. You raise your hands anyway.
Then I ride off with you on my tail, and we split the loot.
- Last call! All aboard, San Antonio, Houston!
All aboard!
- Well, here we go. It's your first stage, ain't it?
Just relax and everything will go smooth.
- Yah!
- Oh, my god, Henry, you don't think there
will be any trouble, do you? I'm so afraid.
- Don't worry, Agnes, dear. I'm right here next to you.
- I know, but still. - I wouldn't worry, ma'am.
No one in his right mind would attack a stage
just outside of town when the horses are all fresh
and the drivers are rested. No, take my word for it.
No one is likely to stop us now.
- Really? - Yeah, that's--
- All right, let's get with it!
Hold your horses and make it snappy!
Everybody out, on the double!
You're pretty slow there. - Yes, sir.
- Oh, Henry, I'm so afraid. - Not now, Agnes,
for god's sake. - He's right, Agnes.
- Oh, Henry, he called me Agnes.
- I know, dear, but that is your name.
- Let's go, fatso. Get a move on.
Stop whimpering, Agnes. And you, get 'em up.
Huh. Thought I wouldn't do it, huh?
- Oh, Henry. - Don't fret, Agnes, please?
- A little ventilation keeps the sun from frying
your brain, huh, gunslinger? All right, now drop your belt.
And now you can hand over your money.
Ha-ha.
Ain't you tricky, now? You're shy a thousand, brother.
Fork it over, before it's too late.
Oh, don't bother. Thanks anyway. Keep the small change.
Well, I gotta be going, now. Ma'am.
See ya around. Hah!
- Ain't he the weirdest, now? - Well, come on, Agnes.
We're all in one piece, mind, body, and billfold.
So, how was that, again? No one in his right mind
would attack us just outside of town.
Wm - Oh, “mm!
Oh! - Good gravy.
Wake up, Henry. Wake up.
- Oh, I'm so sorry, father.
- I'm sorry. He's sick.
- Oh, it's nothin'. It happens to the best of us,
even the angels. Not so often, maybe.
- Someone is coming!
- Is he on horseback?
- No, on foot. - Then let's see.
- It could be someone that's come to confess.
- I guess. - I kinda doubt that.
May the good lord--
- Put a bullet between your eyes!
- Now, listen, Bambino. - No, you listen!
I won't kill you here, right on the spot,
because ma says maybe you're my brother.
But either you fork over my share,
Or you'll go home in a pine box!
- You thought I was out to rob you, didn't you?
- How'd you manage to guess that?
- I mean, all I wanted to do, was to show you
that I learned the ropes by hanging around you.
- What's that mean? - It means that you may be
heads up, but I ain't sleepin' either, and the only way
to show you was to get down to the mission before you did
and put my hands on that wad of money.
- Wad, huh? Where's the wad?
- Right there in the mission.
Parker was forcing those poor monks there to--
--thousand dollars. Huh?
Well, what do you say to that?
- Hmm. Let's see the 50 grand. - Yeah.
- The lord be with you. - Yeah, yeah.
- Everything all right? - Yeah.
- I thank you for coming, captain.
- Well, it's my duty. Where's the wad?
- The what? - Uh, the money.
- Ahh. Father Clementino.
- Si, padre. - Go fetch the root of all evil.
- You really think so?
- Step lightly, Clem, lightly.
- Uh, you know, they're farmers.
- Yeah, that's right. - Yeah, they're nice, though.
- Here you are, padre, the root of all evil.
- Go on. Go on.
Isn't it terrible, Captain?
- Uh, yeah, it's dreadful.
Lieutenant, you go get things organized,
while I take the cargo down to headquarters.
- Maybe it's better if I go, sir?
- No, I prefer that we handle it together,
huh, Lieutenant? - Yeah, later.
- All right, later. Meantime, get your guns
and let's get into place. - What guns, Captain?
- Yeah, ain't that somethin'? They don't carry guns.
- Padre! Padre, they're coming!
They're coming! - Keep calm, brothers!
- Go get in your wagon. And, you, keep the gates
all closed and try to gain time.
- He'll blow us up. - Stall them off.
- Right. Come on, brothers. Let's stop them.
- Halt! Now, where's that fool goin'?
That'll be enough of that. Keep an eye on that man, Denver!
- Yes, sir.
- Open up! Open up, I said!
- This is the lord's house, brothers!
Come in peace, and ye shall enter.
- Open up and on the double!
- A sign of peace and ye shall enter!
- Sure is monotonous, the old beggar.
All right, off with your guns.
- Oh, shut up, will ya, Saddler?
- Huh?
- You think you're invulnerable behind those robes?
- It seems you haven't just limited yourself
to preaching the good word but managed to greet my clients
with buckshot, right?
Murdock. - Yes.
- Pick up the money and blow this barn to smithereens.
- Blow up the barn? - Quiet, you old fool.
What is it, Murdock?
- There ain't a wooden nickel in this whole well, Mr. Parker.
- What? - The money.
Well, you're asking for it. Murdock, it's all yours!
- All right, let's move it.
I said get out of the--
- Now, you move it, over there with the others.
- They done it.
- You, again? - Yeah, us, the law.
- Trinity! - Drop 'em, or she's dead!
-oh,God! - Please, drop 'em!
They'll kill her otherwise!
- Well, it looks like the show is over, huh?
All right, hold it.
- Oh, Wendy, dear. - All right, easy now, easy.
- Well done, there, Murdock.
- Yeah, now, let's care of these.
- Now, one moment.
First, a little detail worth 50,000, huh?
Yeah.
Well, nice work, boys.
- Hey, where are you going, you dang fool?
Look alive.
- Cut it out. - Over here.
- Hey, boys!
- All right, ready?
- Come on.
Come on!
- Do you have any use for this?
- I don't know. Ask them.
- You have any use for this? - Hold it!
- Get the door open! - Knock it down!
- I said, hold it! - Hurry up with that door.
- Huh. It's empty.
- Go to it.
- Grr! That wad is mine!
- Look out!
- Get in there!
- I've got it! - Trinity!
- He's got it! He's got it!
After him!
- Look out!
"Ahh!
- Yah!
- Get it! Come on!
- Get him!
- Oh, dear lord in heaven. - You've got the wad!
- Get it! Get it!
- Let us throw the moneychangers out of the temple!
Go on!
- Oh, gee, I'm sorry.
- Go on. Get in.
.Pa!
- Take that! - Hit the black hearts harder!
- I got it! Catch it!
- I got it! - Toss it outside!
- All right! All right!
- I got it! - Give it to me!
- Why should I give it to you?
- Dang door.
- It's decidedly locked, my friend.
- Come, your guardian angel will have much to do
if you stand over here. Go, brothers!
Violence lacks strength when reason can prevail.
- Amen.
- You meddling fool! - Judas priest!
- Hip, hip, hooray! - Where are you goin'?
- Wise guy, huh?
- Hurry! Hurry, brothers!
- Take that and take-- - That
Watch it, you no good son of a--
- Who did that? - Me.
- Yahoo!
- What's so funny? - Let's go!
- All right, get goin'! - Let's get 'em!
- One, two, hut! - Pass it to me.
' Hut! Hut!
Hey, oop-ya! What you want?
- Here's a lateral. - Hut!
Here she comes! Hut!
- Got the wad.
- Here they are! Get 'em!
. No!
- Hey!
- It's squash.
- Throw it up over the railing!
Hey, are you ready, Bambino?
- Yeah. And don't call me Bambino!
Well? - Here!
One, two, hut!
- Come on, boys!
- Come on.
Let's get in there.
- High clearance!
- Why all this violence?
- Yeah.
- One, two, three.
- That a boy!
- Help the brother. - Ha!
Ha.
Just like I said, there weren't nothing to it.
- Yeah, but I'll take that now.
So long, Lieutenant.
- Hah!
Hah! Hah!
- Stand right where you are, all of you!
Get the monks to one side.
- Hah!
- Round all the others up.
- Good for you, brother Philipities.
I never thought they'd get here.
Ahh, you were magnificent.
- Thank you, father. Thank you.
- Did you send brother Philipities
to fetch the rangers? - Are you out of your mind?
- No, Captain, it was I who sent him,
but not through lack of faith, because I couldn't have expected
you to arrive in time. Did I do wrong?
- No, not at all. - Padre.
- Our guardian angels here, sir.
Without them, all would have been lost.
- It's a pleasure, mister? - Mr.--
- Uh, Captain, ain't it time we got back to headquarters?
- Right you are, Lieutenant. - You know, at first sight,
I-I mistook you for a horse thief
we've been huntin' for a while.
- Ha-ha.
Ain't the first time that happened, huh, Captain?
- Yeah. - Amazing.
- Uh, sir, here's $50,000 of Parker's blood money.
- Uh-huh. - Take it to the judge.
- You got the most amazing likeness.
- And, sir--
- You've got the cowpokedness likeness to that punk.
I swear that--
- Uh, this is the bounty the Captain got for capturing
five of Parker's boys.
- Well, now, I guess that's yours,
according to the law anyhow. - Yeah.
- Amazing likeness. - Uh, our salary is pay enough.
- Well, the government can be mighty proud of you two.
Farewell. - So long.
- Yeah, see ya around. - Padre.
- Hope you're satisfied, now. All that work
and a pile of money down the drain just because
some ranger recognized ya. - Yeah, but--
- Fact is, you can't be trusted, and that's the truth.
Hey.
- Huh? Oh, no.
- Hah!