1909. The Edwardian Golden Age.
Genteel civilisation had come
to Europe and the Eastern USA.
New York rivalled London and
Paris as a great world metropolis.
Albert Einstein had expounded
his Theory of Relativity back in 1905,
and science had brought us
the wonders of the modern world.
Culture and refinement
arrived in the Eastern USA.
Caruso sang Pagliacci at the Met,
Arturo Toscanini was conducting.
The Barrymores were performing,
and a Ziegfeld girl was the rage.
1909 in the western part of the
46 United States was not so refined.
The surviving lndian warriors were
being rounded up by the US Army.
ln Washington,
the Republican William H Taft
was President,
and life was comfortable.
ln other parts of the country, men
fought each other and the elements.
ln New York department stores,
a lady could shop, and live in style.
Out west,
they didn't think about style...
...just living.
Eastern empire-builders made fortunes,
the Morgans, Vanderbilts, Carnegies.
There were empires in the west,
such as the great McCandles Ranch.
These huge ranches were only held
together with enough men and guns.
Notre Dame teams played football,
with Knute Rockne catching passes.
ln Arizona, another team, the Rangers,
were busy just trying to keep the peace.
Anna Pavlova, prima ballerina of the
Russian Ballet, danced Swan Lake.
The dance-hall girl in the Klondike
gold-rush saloon was different.
By 1909,
still photographs had come to life.
Motion pictures had been born
with The Great Train Robbery.
While that was on the movie screens,
nine men crossed
the Rio Bravo into Texas.
The turbulence of the previous decades
brought out the best in some people,
but in others, it brought out the worst.
Example: O'Brien, a half-breed Apache
of a Cherokawa mother and lrish father.
A professional gunfighter,
one of the last of his kind.
Pop Dawson,
rode with the James Boys in Missouri.
Said to have murdered a dozen men.
One for as little as seven dollars.
Trooper, name unknown.
A back-shooter, considered a coward.
Reputed to have been
a cavalry soldier,
but not to the personal knowledge
of his confederates.
William Fain,
the younger Fain brother.
Favours a shotgun for its body-killing
effect at short range.
James William Duffy.
At age 14, killed his first man,
an admirer of his prostitute mother.
Dead shot with a rifle.
William Devries: ''Young Billy''.
Not quite 2 1.
This raid was thought to have been
his first outlaw act.
Walt Devries,
his older brother by 20 years.
He looks more like an lowa farmer
than a professional killer.
John Goodfellow,
maybe the worst of them.
An indiscriminate killer.
Women, children, no difference.
Prefers to work close.
Favours a razor-edged machete.
John Fain: sometimes peace officer
and bounty-hunter.
Served with distinction
in the Spanish-American War.
Professional soldier thereafter,
now between wars.
Currently, banks, trains, and organised
the infamous McCandles Raid.
- Morning, Pancho.
- Good morning.
Child, you need some air.
Time to get up, Mr Jeff.
Delilah, l'm naked!
l seen you naked the day you was born,
and many times thereafter.
Riders coming...
- ls you gettin' up?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Grab his head!
- Hold him. Hold him.
Chico! That boy...
Chico! Chico!
Hey! Hey! Come on!
l know you'd like to see
Mr Stubby ride that bronc,
but go fetch those eggs like l asked.
Go ahead, now.
Hurry up!
Strangers comin'.
Mr Jeff'll be a little late. Make sure
you have fresh eggs, Moses Brown.
l've already done that, woman.
- Miss Martha.
- l'll take care of that, boy.
Yes, ma'am.
- lt's ridiculous.
- Breakfast, Miss Martha. Nice and hot.
- Thank you, Delilah.
- But it's hot.
Just a minute, Delilah.
Bert, it's 1909. There can't be rustlers.
Can be, Miss McCandles. l'm 42
and fought in the Lincoln County War.
lt's not that long ago that...
Why, just 15 years ago,
himself, Mr McCandles, hung...
Your breakfast is getting cold,
Miss Martha.
Some lovely flowers in the garden.
Please ask Maria to cut them for me.
Yes'm.
You were saying, Bert?
l'm saying we're close enough to that
Mexican border to...
Spit.
Yes, ma'am. That close.
And we're losing a lot of cattle.
- Let me think about it.
- All right, ma'am.
Oh, Bert.
Some men are riding in. We need some
help, if you like the look of 'em.
Yes, ma'am.
Try him again.
A ranch is a deserted-looking place
during a round-up.
Can l help you men?
- We heard you was hirin'.
- Was.
- But you're late.
- Too late?
'Fraid so.
This place bespeaks of a great deal
of money, don't it?
Anything else l can do for you?
Trouble with money is that someone
always wants to take it away from you.
l said, is there anything else
l can do for you?
Still, that's the only problem with it.
Ain't that the awful, bloody truth?
Billy, you stay real close, d'ya hear?
No!
Run, Little Jake. Run.
Miss McCandles.
You want that kid alive?
Don't you be a damn fool.
Hey, sonny.
- Hey, Trooper.
- Yeah!
Hey, O'Brien. The boy!
- Why, you mangy bit...
- Breed!
He's no good to us dead.
l can wait.
Fain, l don't like the name ''Breed''.
l'll try and remember that.
Gimme that. Come here. Little...
All right.
Put me down! Come on! Put me down!
Get the doctor. Then find my sons.
- And himself, your husband?
- l have no husband.
C'mon!
Take him to my bed.
Please, be careful with him.
Old Mexico!
They can't do nothin' to us here.
The Mexicans can.
Jeffrey McCandles. Can you hear me?
This fool doctor says you're going to die.
But l say you are not.
l taught you better manners
than to make a liar out of your mother.
- He's just sleepin', Martha.
- l know that.
Delilah, there's a big red strongbox
in the attic.
- l want it.
- Yes.
We're seeking permission from the
Mexican government at the highest level.
When we receive it, we'll enter Mexico
with as many troops as are acceptable
to the Mexican government.
And to deliver the ransom wherever
and to whomever directed.
l am told there's
one million dollars in that box.
Buck, what about you?
- Speaking for the Rangers or myself?
- For yourself.
l got my ten best men.
l'd like to go after the boy myself.
lf you say so, l'll take that box.
l am grateful to you both.
But l don't think this is a job
for the Rangers, Buck.
Nor for the army, sir.
lt is going to be a harsh
and unpleasant business.
lt will require an extremely harsh
and unpleasant kind of man to see to it.
No, sir. No, sir, l ain't.
Haven't butted into anybody's business
since l was 18.
At which time it almost got me killed.
Ain't gonna start that again.
What's the matter?
What'd he have to go and do that for?
You got any last words, Scotsman?
Aye. Give me my bonnet.
My head's cold.
All right, now.
Let's get on with the hanging.
Howdy! Got you surrounded,
haven't they?
This your business, mister?
- ls he a murderer or a horse thief?
- A sheep farmer.
Phew! That's where
that horrible odour comes from.
That's right.
You gonna hang the boy, too?
Or just beat him up some more?
You shouldn't butt into something
that's not your business.
You're right, friend. A man shouldn't
butt in if it ain't his own affair.
- Sheep farmer! Wanna sell the sheep?
- Yes, sir.
Well, let's see... l'll give you a hundred
now and 300 when l get 'em to market.
- That's highway robbery.
- You think you'll get a better offer today?
l'll take it. With one proviso.
What's that?
- l'll go with the sheep.
- Good. You're working for me.
Go ahead. lf there's anything l enjoy
more than hanging a sheep herder,
it's hanging somebody who
sticks his nose in my business.
Go on. You try to cut that rope.
No. You got me scared.
You do it.
Dog!
Get him off! Get him off!
- Dog!
- Who do you think you are?
Jacob McCandles.
Oh, l...thought you were dead,
Mr McCandles.
Not hardly. You gonna cut him down?
Now his hands.
Two hundred miles south. Bar MC.
Foreman's name's Gonzales.
Tell him l sent you.
Take the boy.
Thank you, sir. Come along, son.
You follow him, l'll hunt you down
and kill you.
Every mother's son of you.
Come on, Dog.
Senor McCandles!
- Hola, Chihuahua.
- Para usted, senor.
- Here you are, Mr McCandles.
- Thanks, Joe.
- Hank!
- She's in there, Mr McCandles, waitin'.
What happened to your spurs?
Oh, they don't work on these
new-fangled velocipedes.
- See they get my gear outta that car.
- Yes, sir.
Martha.
lt's been a long time.
lt's good to see you again.
- You've changed, Jacob.
- Not you.
You're as young and lovely as ever.
l called you, Jacob, because
your grandson has been kidnapped.
You didn't know you had
a grandson by your son Jeffrey?
- Jeffrey's been badly wounded.
- Will he live?
This is the ransom note.
The blood on it is Jeffrey's.
- Will he live?
- Yes.
l would not contemplate otherwise.
Do we have...
Do you have a million dollars?
Yes, many times that.
- Hank!
- Yes, ma'am?
Will you bring in the strongbox, please?
Set it down here on the table.
- That's all.
- Yes, ma'am.
- ls this the way you want it?
- Yes.
They're very dangerous.
They've already killed ten people.
Many of them you knew.
Juan and his family.
Tina and the little boy?
- Moses Brown.
- Old Mose.
Lousy cook.
They're dangerous and violent people.
We have no choice
than to give them what they asked for.
l agree.
But you know, pay or not,
we risk not seeing the boy again.
l understand.
''Follow the map until met.'' That's easy.
l'll need food for a week,
water for 10 days, three packhorses.
- And a good mule.
- Waiting for you outside.
Martha, did you think of my Greeners?
The double-barrels?
Oh, you brought Betsy.
Pays to be careful.
Have l forgotten anything? l'll need a
piece of clothing the boy's worn recently.
- His?
- Yes.
- Hank, who picked the mule?
- l did.
Pack it. Don't forget the rest of the gear.
No, sir.
- Hello, Buck.
- Hello, you old horse thief.
- Thought you was dead by now.
- That'll be the day.
- Taking a trip?
- Million dollars is a lot of money.
- Thought we'd go with you.
- ln those?
They're faster than a horse, go farther
and last longer. lt's 1909, Jacob.
- Meaning my way's old-fashioned?
- l'm offering my help if you'll have me.
- Thanks, Buck, but l'll go it alone.
- Suit yourself, Jacob.
- What about me?
- James?
Good morning, Daddy.
lt's been some time since l've seen ya.
Ten years, l think.
Nine years and four months.
You're welcome to come along, son.
l'm moved by your faith in someone you
haven't seen since he was 16, Daddy.
- Daddy?
- Daddy.
Daddy.
Well, son, since you
haven't learned to respect your elders,
it's time you learned
to respect your betters.
- lf you weren't my father...
- Go ahead, l give you leave.
lf you go with me, l hope you can use
that hog-leg better than you can fight.
That suit you, Daddy?
You can call me
''Father'', ''Jacob'', ''Jake'',
''a dirty son of a b*tch'', but if you call me
''Daddy'' again l'll finish this fight.
- Tiquina.
- Senor?
Tell Sam Sharpnose l wanna see him.
Tell him the same place as last time,
and all he needs is his saddle.
Get yourself a good horse.
Oh, Tiquina. Bring the horse back.
Where's your brother?
He oughta be here.
He'll be here.
Watch out for that mule!
l tried to tell you about them horses.
Take these automobiles...
- Jacob, this is your son Michael.
- Father!
Good to see you again.
He's a mite skittish, isn't he, Father?
The little fellow's still alive.
- Are you sure?
- l saw him.
The kidnappers were in flatlands 20
miles from Coyame Pass, five hours ago.
Using the automobiles, the Rangers
can get to the pass first and set a trap.
You wanna chance it, Mother?
- Buck?
- No matter what, they'll kill the boy.
l've got the best riflemen
in the world with me.
At 200 yards, we'd kill all those animals
before they heard the shots.
lt's worth a gamble.
lt's very daring. Yes, l'll chance it.
What do you think, Jacob?
Suit yourself, Martha.
l was asking your opinion, Jacob.
No, you made up your mind.
You made your decision alone.
You live it alone.
l was wrong.
You haven't changed, have you?
Not one bit.
Do it!
- You still want me to take this box in?
- Yes.
lf they fail, it falls to you.
- You comin' along?
- No. l'll go with them.
Dog! Let's go.
l hear him.
- Sam?
- Morning, Jacob.
- l brought the saddle.
- There's your horse.
- Going huntin', Sam.
- For what?
- Men.
- l don't hunt Apaches.
l don't hunt my own people,
you remember that.
They kidnapped my grandson, Sam.
l dunno what colour they are.
And l don't care.
l have no gun.
- Close or far?
- Close. My eyes... No good.
Me, too.
Keep goin'!
- Any sign of the kidnappers?
- Couldn't see anything movin' for miles.
Good. We must be ahead of 'em.
There's a pass at the end of the valley.
lt's a good place to trap 'em.
l'm for it.
Not knowing where the kidnappers are,
we can't chance it.
- They're young fools.
- And l'm an old one.
We're gonna get that boy.
We'll hide these machines
at the end of the canyon.
This is a good place for the ambush.
Jump!
Stop these damn things!
Get out!
Take cover!
Good place for an ambush, all right!
And we're it.
- What happened to that crazy bicycle?
- lt crashed into that canyon.
Let's get him outta here. C'mon!
They've had enough, John. Ain't gonna
be able to follow us any more.
Let's sting 'em a little more.
And they'll come through with the money.
- That crazy kid.
- Yeah.
The horses!
Everybody get to them horses! Move it!
Grab that kid!
Stop! Put me down!
Damn it, Pop. Next time l tell you to tie
him up, don't worry about hurtin' him.
Get outta here, you...
Buck.
- The boy?
- We don't know.
- My son Michael?
- We don't know.
There was an explosion
south-east of here.
Well, do you have any water?
No.
l'll give you half of ours.
Soon as l can,
l'll telegraph that you're walking in.
lt's some time before a telegraph station.
l'll take one of your mounts to get help.
- Some of my men are hurt.
- No, l'll need 'em.
- Anything else?
- No.
No, you've been more than generous,
Mr McCandles.
l think so, Buck. Fifteen years ago l'd've
killed you for risking my grandson's life.
lf l find him dead, l'll still kill you.
You goin' along?
The last time l asked you that question,
you said ''no'' in a loud and clear voice.
l'm asking you a question.
You comin' along?
You're damn right l am, Father.
- Throw a blanket on him.
- l can ride without one.
l'm not worried about your butt.
lt's his back.
Come on.
Something down there. ls that it?
That's it. You take the mule
down the long way.
l don't wanna lose him by accident.
- You go with him.
- l'm goin' down there.
You'll go where you're told.
Do this, do that. l'll do as l please.
Do what your father tells you every time,
and you might come through this alive.
Maybe even save the boy's life.
Otherwise, you're gonna
get yourself killed.
Don't matter to me, but you'll probably
get him killed, too. And that does.
Oh, Father. Am l glad to see you.
- You ain't dead? No broken bones?
- l don't think so.
- Take off your glasses.
- My what?
Your goggles.
That's for scarin' me out of 10 years
of my life, which l can't spare.
l had to be still. l didn't know
who was movin' around up there.
- You hurt?
- No.
That's for risking my grandson's life.
Do that again, and l'll break
all your bones.
Father. The next time...
Yeah?
The next time,
l won't take off my goggles.
- You all right?
- Was.
For an old mule, he's got quite a kick.
l think he was using brass knuckles.
Better mount up before we lose him.
Wonder what he has in store for us next.
- That's a dirty habit, if you ask me.
- Nobody asked you.
- Pa.
- Yeah?
- You need to wear glasses, do ya?
- Just to see with.
Pa?
They say Ma booted you out 'cause
of your weakness for the ladies.
ls that true?
No offence,
but l find that hard to believe.
What do you find hard to believe?
James, cut it out.
Maybe before you got old,
you was quite a lady...
- What's the matter with your leg?
- Nothin'.
You been favourin' it all day.
What's the matter with it?
l got hit by some buckshot, that's all.
- Take down your pants.
- Are you on the level?
You gonna take them down
or do l do it for you?
You and who else?
Dog!
What a beautiful pattern.
He must've been real close to you.
- Will you shut up?
- That's a deep one.
- Know what he did?
- Forgot to duck?
Stuck his butt up, that's what.
When you're in that kind of gunfight,
remember to keep your butt down.
There's always some bustard with a
sense of humour who'll shoot you there
instead of in the head. Every time.
- How about a shot of whisky?
- Yeah. Where is it?
- ls that them?
- Yep.
Maybe eight hours ahead of us.
- All of 'em?
- Yep.
They're not trying to cover their tracks.
Sam, l got a hunch we're being followed.
- Near or far?
- Far. l feel it more than l know it.
l'll go see.
Where d'you get those saddles?
Found 'em.
All right, you two. Grab yourself a saddle.
Hurry it up.
Wouldn't want to lose you children.
We're being followed. You were right.
- How many?
- Three or four.
- You see 'em?
- No, but l heard 'em.
- They're a couple of hours behind.
- Couple of hours. Cool off that horse.
We'll take a break here.
- Gimme a swig of that water.
- See to your horses first.
l'll take 'em.
- What kind of a gun is that, Michael?
- Bergman, 1911.
1911 ? lt's only 1909.
Pre-production model.
We own some stock.
Why is it a funny shape?
The shells load into a magazine, Father.
The magazine into the handle.
- Gas operated, you see. The...
- Gas operated?
lt shoots real fast.
- Well, Michael, can you shoot?
- Proficiently, Father.
Well, as many times as you can
before this hits the ground.
Like, maybe, once.
Michael, you were supposed to shoot.
- With this?
- lt's a gun, isn't it?
- Of course.
- Well, shoot it.
But, Father...
- Boy, you need a keeper.
- Pa, don't come out just yet.
Sam, l offer my personal apologies.
You can get up now.
l'm not coming out.
Not till you say l can shoot back.
- He fired his six shots.
- Pa!
Stop interrupt...
Put that thing away!
That damn mule.
He busts up that box,
Michael, you'll... Ouch!
- Till you're used to the safety on this...
- Being dry, you'd better help your father.
- Father, l...
- ''Proficient,'' eh?
Now, what were you tryin' to tell me?
- That there were eight shots in that gun.
- Thanks.
- Gimme a hand.
- There's been a misunderstanding.
l meant l could shoot
proficiently with this.
- With that?
- Yes, sir.
Pick a target.
That tall tree there.
The edge of the broken branch.
- Son, that's over four hundred yards.
- Nearer five.
Well, if you can shoot that far...
Quarter of a mile, straight along
the edge of my nose is a buck.
- Shoot it.
- l don't kill to make a point, Father.
Michael, there's two reasons to kill.
Survival and meat.
We need meat. Oh, it's too late.
That's good shootin'.
Not bad.
Father? You wanna try a shot?
- Scope's set for 500 yards.
- Son, l couldn't see that far.
Sam!
Gimme a hand packing that mule.
Michael, let me see that handgun.
lt sure is something.
Damn.
- Something wrong?
- No.
l can sleep cold, eat raw meat and fish,
but l sure miss my hot coffee.
Open up a can of peaches.
Hey, quite an improvement.
l bet you could get that fancy gun
out of that fancy holster before
some fast man with an old-fashioned
six-gun blew a hole in you.
- No...
- Know what l think? A spring.
A spring at the bottom of the holster.
lt might work.
Sure spend a lot of time with this thing.
Michael, is Little Jake still alive?
- What did you call him?
- Little Jake, Father.
Mom insisted.
l'll be damned.
You didn't know he was named after you.
- No, l didn't.
- lt's kinda hard to keep in touch.
- You run out on your family that way.
- You never hear that at home.
You're short on ears and long on mouth.
- Will you ever learn to can it, James?
- You sure are respectful of his feelings.
- Me...
- He was right.
Yeah.
That's the trouble.
- Thanks. What's the boy like, Michael?
- He's like you and James, Pa.
Like me and James?
- Still four or five of 'em?
- Yep, but they haven't closed in yet.
They're being real quiet.
- How close?
- Maybe another hour.
There's one closer, though.
Right behind your head.
l dunno whether he's with them or not.
He sits his horse out there about
200 yards. He waits and listens.
- Wonder what he wants.
- l could kill him, Jacob.
Real easy.
- ln cold blood?
- Oh, you're squeamish, are you?
Between your brother's love of pretty
toys and your high moral tone,
l hope you don't get killed
before this is over.
- We'll wait.
- You won't have to. He's coming in.
James, come on.
- Hello, the camp! Can l come in?
- Come on in.
And welcome.
l was hoping for a cup of coffee.
But you're running a cold camp.
- Yep. How 'bout a peach?
- No, that hurts my teeth.
l got hooked on these when l was
a younker. Could never get my fill.
You don't need that. l'm no fool. l know
you got men out there watching me.
- Can l move my hand?
- Go ahead.
That's my bona fides.
l hope that boy don't catch cold.
That would cause me great annoyance
and displeasure.
Mister, that scares the hell outta me.
The thought that you might be annoyed.
Glad to hear that. Did you come here to
give me a message or just to pass time?
From here, go to Escondero.
You wait there till you hear from us.
You've been following us
two or three days.
Why did you wait so long?
l haven't. l've been waiting here,
like the map says.
Oh?
Hey, that the money?
Open her up. l'd like to look at it.
Help yourself.
As soon as you bring in the boy.
- Who are you?
- Let's say l work for the McCandles.
- The boy mean anything to you?
- Never laid eyes on him.
But l'm paid to bring him back alive,
or you dead.
Each and every one of you.
l'd rather bring the boy back.
That's easier.
But when it comes down to it,
don't matter to me.
l'll earn my pay one way or the other.
Now, how 'bout you?
- Are you the big chief or a little lndian?
- A little lndian, a messenger boy.
Well, you delivered the message,
that's all.
There's more. l'm in here alone.
You've been followed,
you'd better stay right on your toes.
You be real tough, real loose.
What you got in that box is too big
to keep a secret. The thing is,
you got to deliver that box
right in our hands, you understand?
Good intentions will only buy you that
boy's corpse. lt's as simple as that.
Somebody takes that box from you,
we won't be understanding,
we won't wait, we won't try again.
l'll send the boy's body to you in a basket.
Understand?
- Mister, l said do you understand me?
- l understand.
- What's the matter?
- l make big mistake.
That stand of trees. There's two men.
They'll have heard where we're going.
Kill 'em. Dog, go with him.
Bring in the horses
and get that stuff packed.
- Well?
- l'm gettin' old.
- There were two men. l killed one.
- Damn.
Means they'll hit us at Escondero,
for sure.
- Where've l heard Escondero before?
- Boom town. Oil.
- Well, that cuts it.
- Yeah, must be a celebration.
The town will be loaded with strangers.
Ain't this a little showy, Pa?
That big red box, and all the guns out?
l hate secrets.
Never knew one to be kept.
They've all heard what's in the box,
and they all want it.
This ostentatious display
tells them they can't have it.
We may be saving some poor
miscreant soul's life by doing this.
Maybe even our own.
Go and unpack the piggy bank
and the rest of our gear. Hey!
When they fiesta in this town,
they really fiesta.
What's the matter with you?
He's the one got away, Jacob.
Want me to get him?
No, but keep an eye on him.
Probably a lot more. Dog!
- This is heavy.
- Feels like it's full of rocks.
l'm gonna get me a big room
with a soft bed...
One big room and one big bed for all
of us. Money doesn't grow on trees.
- Give us a room.
- The dog's all right, but no lndians.
- He's with me.
- No lndians.
- No lndians?
- l'll sleep in the barn.
- The Jacob McCandles?
- Yes.
My apologies. l thought you was dead.
Dead? Next man says that
l'm gonna shoot, so help me.
Dog!
Hurry it up! Put it in the corner.
- Don't tell me it's that heavy.
- lt sure is.
l never knew money
could weigh so much.
What time is it?
Can't believe l got two sons
who don't own a watch.
Nor a window to throw it out of.
Pretty near dark.
Yeah, five o'clock.
Take a look at Babylon.
They're gonna have themselves
a real party tonight.
l wish l could dance me a jig
with a pretty lady.
- Why not?
- Because of the box.
Yeah. And the men who followed us in.
We're walking into trouble.
Whaddya do when cockroaches
get in the woodwork?
- Smoke 'em out?
- That's right.
- Why not wait until they make a move?
- Waitin's good for them, not us.
Get impatient, nervy, careless,
maybe dead. l've seen it.
Besides, you children haven't
the experience for that sort of thing.
l don't have the patience.
We're inviting 'em here tonight.
- Father, l think...
- You think?
Your thinking's already cost us
some lives. l intend to hang on to mine.
Your father got us this far
'cause he knows what he's doing.
So for the next 24 hours, you both
keep your mouths shut and listen to him.
That's more words
than l spoke since l know you.
Gentlemen, agreed?
All right, Sam.
Go down and take a look at the horses.
Make yourself seen around the stables.
Tonight, James, go out
and have a real good time.
When l leave the room,
you'll be the sitting duck.
With only you between them and the box,
it'll be like taking candy from a baby.
Tonight, Sam, there'll be
a disturbance on the street.
l want you to come over the roof
and into the window.
Tell him not to shoot me,
even by accident.
l heard him. Father, you know
what you're letting yourself in for?
There's a little eight-year-old boy
somewhere out there.
Scared, lonely and wondering
what's happened to his world.
We came here to find him
and take him home.
Alive, if possible.
That's what l intend to do.
He's right about one thing.
You'll be all alone down there.
No sweat.
Sam, you better pick up another shotgun.
A Greener, if possible.
l'm gonna take a nap.
Wake me up, nine o'clock, for sure.
You two young fools be careful tonight.
lf you get killed, your mother
won't let me hear the end of it.
- Pardon me. You with these oil drillers?
- Yep.
Could you tell me which one
is the orneriest in your outfit?
That's easy. Mr Sweet. That portly
gentleman, right there, with the beard.
Thank you.
- Mr Sweet?
- Yes?
May l?
You shouldn't've done that.
You were right.
You're overmatched, aren't ya?
- You want some help?
- No.
You better quit being unfriendly, mister.
- Sam's made it, Pa.
- About time.
Hold it, friend. There's been a mistake.
- Have you ever been to Nacogdoches?
- Nacogdoches? No.
Strange. Pardon me.
- But l ain't been to Nacogdoches.
- Damn it, l believe you.
- You're next. Please sit down.
- Thank you.
- Do l read right?
- Yes, sir. ''Genuine Hot Showers''.
lmported all the way from St Louis.
Only one of its kind between
Dallas and Mexico City.
l highly recommend it.
Over there.
- How about we get outta here?
- After this dance.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, man. They oughta have one
of these in every barber-shop.
- Be through in a minute, mister.
- Take your time, mister.
Man, l smell as sweet
as lilies of the valley right now.
l'm in no hurry, friend. Take your time.
You know a canteen at the edge
of town named Sanchez?
Go there and buy me a bottle of tequila.
Nowhere else. They have a special
brand. That's what l want.
Go fetch it.
- Well, guess l'm finished.
- You stay right where you are.
Unless you wanna hurry things.
Take your choice.
No hurry. No hurry at all.
l could use those clothes. l'm a little cold.
Shut up and stay there,
or you'll be a lot colder.
Here, protect yourself with this.
- Buy me a drink.
- l thought we was leavin'.
Later.
- Am l too heavy?
- No, not at all.
Hey, you. With the fancy holster.
- Yeah, you. You got my woman.
- Sorry.
- That's my woman.
- All right, friend.
Don't turn your back
while l'm talking to ya.
- My apologies, sir, if l've...
- Shut up!
Yes, sir.
You don't row very easy, sonny.
You know something? You are a coward.
Yeah. Yeah, you're a coward.
A live coward. Let's hear you say it.
All right. l'm a coward.
- l finally said something to rile the boy.
- Sure did.
Well, friend, that's it. No hard feelings.
The hell there ain't.
Sam!
Anybody hurt?
- What's the matter?
- Shotgun blast broke the lock.
Newspaper clippings.
l killed a man for newspaper clippings.
Where's the money, Father?
Where is it, Daddy?
You think l stole it?
You think l stole it, Michael?
- Tell the lndian to go for a walk.
- Go for a walk, Sam.
- Sure?
- Sure. Take the dog with you.
Go with him, Dog.
- Now, what?
- Where's the money, Daddy?
You go to hell.
James.
Boys, that's no way
to treat your old daddy.
- Can l come in now?
- Come on in.
Well, there ain't no money.
Never has been.
That's right, never has been.
lt was your mother's decision and mine
that we take the boy and not pay for him.
- My mother's decision?
- l don't believe you.
Seven McCandles people
were killed, one crippled,
your own brother shot,
maybe crippled, maybe even dead,
and my grandson kidnapped.
l ain't gonna pay 'em for that.
Neither's your mother.
- Thought l knew her.
- Not hardly.
Can't be done, Pa.
They'll kill Little Jake.
Not if we kill them first.
Here you are, Jacob, just like new.
Quiet, Dog.
- What are you snooping around for?
- l ain't snoopin'.
l come to get ya.
Your horses are saddled, so let's go.
- Where to?
- l'll take you there.
Except if you don't have the money,
or if l ain't back in 18 minutes from now,
or if somebody tries to follow us, or tries
to stop us leavin' after we get the money,
we'll kill that little boy.
l ain't giving you money till l get the boy.
How you gonna do it?
We'll have a rifle on him,
with a real fine sharpshooter behind it.
With one of them
fancy new telescopic sights,
from when you set eyes on him
until one hour after we vamoose.
You won't know where our man is.
We couldn't tell him not to shoot,
even if we wanted to.
Something goes wrong,
that little boy's dead.
Sure as shootin'.
Well...give us a couple of minutes
to pull ourselves together.
The front's being watched.
l'll be out in back myself.
18 minutes...
That means they're close.
Give me back my watch.
Don't you ever return things you borrow?
- Full of pictures.
- Yeah.
Michael, the sharpshooter's yours.
Kill him.
- How?
- Well, get lucky.
Better still, pray that l get lucky
and make him miss the first shot.
l'll give you ten seconds
to see his powder flare, locate him,
and keep him from shootin' again.
Nothin' to it.
Well, let's get go...
Where's the other one?
There's supposed to be four of you.
He's dead. We had to pay a price
to keep that box for you and your friends.
l was told to bring in all of you, or none
of you, so's we can keep an eye on you.
- No loose ends.
- Well, he's dead.
l wanna see his body.
All right. He's laid out with the rest of 'em
down at the jailhouse.
- Jailhouse?
- Right over there.
- Jailhouse.
- Let's go see him.
- We haven't got all night.
- Never mind. lt ain't important.
- You're gettin' a little nervous, ain't ya?
- Let's go.
- Sam, l wish it were a little later.
- Uh-huh.
Pitchfork rain now
would be in our favour.
- Lightnin' might help.
- Might hurt, too.
- Hey, what's that?
- Too late to do him any good.
Another one inside's dead too.
The nightwatchman.
You ain't lookin' too good.
Sight of blood bother you?
- Only my own.
- Oh.
Well, this is where everybody stops.
Except you.
Take that box in alone.
You'll be met at the other end.
Sam, they say the elk in Montana
are big as buffalo this year.
We oughta go hunt 'em
when this is over.
l look forward to that.
- l wish they were buffalo.
- Yeah.
Times change.
Gimme that mule.
- James?
- l see him.
Dog!
- Good to see you made it.
- Yeah, we've had a full day.
Guess he don't like anybody behind him.
Neither do l.
That goes for you, too, Fatty.
Get out where l can see ya.
You must figure
l'm a real dangerous man.
Will! Come on down.
l told you to move, Fatty.
Dog!
Get him off of me!
Call your dog off!
Get him away!
Get him off of me!
Call that dog off! Fain!
- l wouldn't do that.
- Call your dog off.
- Get him off!
- Dog!
Now call off yours.
The box.
Open it up.
- The boy.
- Will!
Stay.
Open it up.
Take that hood off.
Like to see what l'm buying.
l just saw somethin' in your eyes
l don't like.
l saw a foolish thought.
You understand me, anything happens,
your fault, my fault, nobody's fault,
my little brother'll
blow that kid's head right off.
lt's as simple as that. No matter who else
gets killed, that boy dies.
lf the shotgun misses,
you already know about the rifle.
lt won't be as messy as a shotgun
at three feet, but he'll be just as dead.
You understand me?
- Say it.
- l understand.
Open it.
That's the stuff
that dreams are made of.
What's a million dollars look like, John?
Now you understand.
Anything goes wrong, anything at all,
your fault, my fault,
nobody's fault, it don't matter.
l'm gonna blow your head off.
lt's as simple as that.
What'd he say? l can't hear him.
No matter what else happens,
no matter who gets killed,
l'm gonna blow your head off.
Something wrong, John?
Kill the boy!
Dog!
Come on, Little Jake!
Run!
Gimme that shotgun.
Will.
Will!
He's dead.
l want his shotgun.
- Hurt?
- Yeah.
Put your finger there.
- Are you hurt?
- No, l'm scared.
So am l. But don't let them know it.
- Jake?
- Yes, sir?
- D'you ever fire a gun?
- No, sir.
- Well, use it if you have to.
- Yes, sir.
When l start firing,
hightail it out there and find James.
Yes, sir.
- Ready?
- Yes, sir.
Go!
Boy's outside! Kill him!
Hear that? They got the boy!
The hell they did! That's my Derringer!
James! Uncle James!
Jake, get outta here.
Hide! The stables!
That sound like a Derringer?
l wouldn't. Holster it.
Raise your hands.
- The other's broke.
- That'll do just fine.
Now turn around. Real slow.
l hear you killed two good men
in a fair fight tonight.
- ls that right?
- No. Three, counting you.
Prove it.
That sound like a boy screaming?
Wonder how he's gonna get it?
A bullet or a machete, like the lndian did!
l wouldn't.
You've come close, mister. But no cigar.
- Who are you?
- Jacob McCandles.
l thought you was dead.
Not hardly.
Michael, that's the second time tonight
you've saved my life.
The first time, l was a little slow.
You mean that? lt was nothin'.
Jacob took care of that, didn't you?
Yes, sir.
- Sir?
- Yes, sir?
- Are you my grandfather?
- Yes, sir. l sure am.
- James?
- Dad?
- Sounds better.
- Let's go home.
Good idea.
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