Mr. Pettigrew | Action | Full Movie | Western Starring Eric Roberts

( (thunder clapping) (rain pattering) (ominous music) ♪ Bury me not on the lone prairie ♪ ♪ The words came sad ♪ and mournfully ♪ ♪ From the cold bare lips ♪ ♪ Of a youth who lay on his dying bed ♪ ♪ At the close of day ♪ ♪ Oh bury me not ♪ ♪ His voice fell bare ♪ ♪ We took no heed of his dying prayer ♪ ♪ In a narrow grave ♪ ♪ The old hot sun, he laughs at us all. ♪ ♪ Could even make the strongest men cry ♪ ♪ Cracked lips and souls ♪ ♪ That's all that's left in the war ♪ ♪ Makes me want to lay down and die ♪ ♪ I came home bent and broken ♪ ♪ Can't never forget ♪ ♪ All the dying and the blood around me ♪ ♪ Some things I thought were never spoken ♪ ♪ My word is the only token ♪ ♪ The ghost will forever ♪ (men grunting) (light music) - Sorry, you got in the middle of that stranger. Seems like that crutch ain't lending you keep your balance. - Real handy if you planting corn or need a hole or some such. Oh obliged. - Obliged. Seems my task done run on down the road like a rabbit with a wolf on his butt. Come on in, seems you need a beef steak. You been out in the hills or something? - I just had in my first bite in three days, count road apples basted in that fine horse piss. - Kept your sense of humor. I appreciate a man seeing the best in things. - Truth is I've been riding a cattle car they forgot to shovel for three days. I'm a bit wiffy and truth is, even the smell of a steak is way beyond me. - My invite. My four bits. - Bum leg don't mean I take charity friend. - Ain't no charity. It's worth the cost to hear your story. - I've been told I tell a whale of a story. You a Shakespeare fan? - Ah, more of a Poe or Mark Twain fan. You ever read the House of Usher? He scared the bejesus outta me. And that frog story. It's pretty funny. But no matter, I'd like to hear your tale. - Not much of a story, but I'm happy to tell most of it. - Oh, there you go. - Oh! (patrons chattering) - Take that corner over there. Cautious man keeps his back to the wall. (light guitar music) What'd you say your name was? - Beau Banquo Boone. - Your folks were fond of B's. - They were. - And Banquo? - Yeah, my father was a common miner, but he read a lot and Banquo is the general in Master Shakespeare's Macbeth. What's your name sir? - A. Pettigrew. Be on my headstone if anyone cares to look. Pettigrew will do for now. - Pettigrew it is then. - Well I hope that headstone's in the distant future. I don't guess you'd care to say what the A means. - Don't guess. - So are you the town greeter then? - I'll have a beef steak, fat and still mooing. And for you Beau? - I can't pay for this. - I know you got a bum leg but is that hearing infirm as well? - What I mean is to what do I owe this great kindness? - Well hell, I threw you out in the horse piss, mud and cow pies. Least I can do. Now sir, spin me a whale of a tale of Beau Boone. - I'm happy to tell most of it. (bright music) (gun cocking) (man grunting) (gun blasting) (people crying) - Rosco's gonna be a mite late for dinner. Hope ain't nobody waiting for 'em for stew. Horace. Go fetch a digger. Get this trash out here. Alice will have a hissy fit seeing her floor all bloodied up. - Yes boss. Hey, stay away from that till. - Go to hell Horace. - We all going to hell, go grab a mop. - I bet you did this. He was a good customer of mine. - Let's eat, hope that didn't squash your appetite. - Bull Run or Antietam didn't. - [Pettirgrew] I guess not. As I was saying, we don't need no artillery man. But Alice did just lose her shotgun guard. Now don't take much footwork to sit at the end of the bar and watch the house nor does it take any sharp shooter if you use this tool. - I was a sharp shooter before I started with the big guns. Who's Alice anyway? Owns a joint. Tell me Beau. Did you ever shoot a man with the Whitworth, I mean actually see him fall? - Ain't supper talk (bright music) - That your work Pettigrew? - And a good day to you too, marshal. - Looks like you stirred the hive up this time ain't he got a bevy of brothers and an old man with a gold mine. You got witnesses? - Six enough for you? - Who shot first? - Don't matter. - Matters to me. - How soon you gonna pull off a hooligan got a firearm in your face. - I got no dog in this fight. The fact is that fellow came in here cocked and looking for blood. Mr. Pettigrew hadn't have shot him and I'd have had a weapon, I would've, hell any man in here would've. - Who the hell are you? - Beau Boone. Alice just hired him. - Didn't ask you. - Hired who? - We'll talk later. - Ivan, good to see you. But I can tell that this is not a social call. You and Mr. Wilkinson have a disagreement. Did you? - Well yes, I happen to disagree with being shot full of holes. - So professor, you'd trade one shooter for a dozen. - It is what it is, Miss Alice. - This ain't been fired, I see no empties laying around. - Nobody said he fired. And how many people gotta have a gun in your face before you start practicing self-defense? - It was cocked when I just picked it up and it ain't been fired. - Exactly, who cocks a gun they ain't gonna fire? Even a blind pigheaded marshal could see that. - Am I gonna have to haul you to the Hoosegow, Pettigrew? - With six witnesses to my defense? He'd laugh you outta court and that'd be the last time you won a hand a faro at the Angel. - Marshal, why don't you let me take you over to the bar and buy you a drink for your troubles? And I bet you haven't had anything to eat either. (bright music) - Looks can be deceiving. - You have an impediment. - Twisted hind leg won't stop me from handling a shotgun. I'm a fair hand in a fight. I can handle a knife, a side arm. I can certainly handle a shotgun. - Well it is attitude, over skill and avarice for a job of shotgun guard, your task would be to calm the situation down, not kill the customers. Even if they have a mind to kill one another. - I am averse to killing ma'am. But I won't abide being threatened or the harming of innocents. - You convince the customer to take his troubles outside. Pay is a dollar a day. Occasional biscuit, bowl of beans, beer and whiskey are paid for if consumed. - Paid the last fella Alice two a day and Beau here is doing the same task. - You got big ears Pet. Okay, $2 a day it is. That just gets you that much closer to get'n the boot. You don't turn out to be the best. You can sleep in the kitchen where it's warm until your first payday. Draw $2 from your first pay from Goodfellow, the bartender back there. Be back here tomorrow clean with clean clothes. Buster Big Ears here says that he needs a shave and a trim. So you can go with him to the barber tomorrow and come back here clean, ready to help swamp at 10:00 AM and curl up with that shotgun of yours. - And buy three fingers of Angel's finest for your chief negotiator. (hooves clacking) (suspenseful music) - State your business. - [Willie] It's Willie Wilson from town Mr. Wilkinson. - State your business. - It's about your boy Roscoe. All right, come on in. My boy Roscoe, what is it this time? He in trouble with the law again? - He's been shot dead. - My boy Roscoe. Bullshit. - No bullshit, Mr. Wilkinson. Helped haul him to the digger myself. (upbeat music) - Who did it? - Pettigrew. - Was it a fair fight? - Well except Roscoe didn't get off a shot. Him with a rifle. Pettigrew with scatter gun from a couple paces. - You listen up, you go back to town tonight and you tell Pettigrew the Wilkinsons are coming. - Yes sir. - Get outta here. - Yes sir. I was wondering if I could get a couple dollars. - You want me to reward you for giving me the news that my Roscoe is dead? I said get outta here. Hold up, get back here. I'll give you $2 and three more. You keep your mouth shut about this and you meet me at the edge of town tomorrow morning nine o'clock and you tell me where Pettigrew is hiding. If you're not there, you better hope I don't find you. You got it? - Yes sir. Got it good. - Now get out of here. (bright music) (hooves clacking) (horse neighing) - And good morning to you too Mr. P. I believe that'll be the last time you call me Mr. P. Sorry, Pettigrew. I was told to come here for a shave and a trim. And a shampoo for that nasty nit hotel on your noggin. Andy, my friend, Beau Boone. - Howdy. - Beau, head out front. Take a seat on that bench. Eyes peeled for fellas looking for trouble. My suspicion Caleb Wilkinson and his kin'l be on the prowl this morning. I want to catch a bit of a snooze here while you're here to watch my back. Take that. Enjoy it. The time you're finished, Andy be ready for you. - You don't expect me to do that nasty pilgrim for two bits do you? - Charge it to the Angel. (bright music) (dramatic music) - Hey, there's five men headed this way. They're all carrying. - Andy, suggest you head out back. You might want this. - One in the one chamber. (bright music) - I don't believe this is my disagreement. - Oh hell, here I thought we was friends. - ...Before I met you I was on my way to hell. Might as well finish the journey. - Pettigrew. - Caleb Wilkinson, you're on a fool's errand. - You gunned down my boy. Like a dog and you're gonna die for that. And then I'm gonna feed your body to the hogs. - Your boy, he was a grown man, brought it on himself. He got caught following cards so he got thrown out of The Angel. It was his mistake coming back in cocked and loaded. - No it don't matter. Nothing matters. - I'm gonna plant you this very day. - Go home Caleb. Think it over. Those are my men in every other window. (guns banging) (horses neighing) - You didn't need to back shoot that fella. He was already running away. - That's today. But tomorrow be in that alley ready to back shoot you. - Yeah there's that. - Well, we're about as handy as a pocket in the shirt and a standup friend to boot. - Now ain't much of a foot race but not bad of a shot. It's a good thing about having a partner with bum leg. He's gotta stand there and fight. - There is that. I suggest you meander after that Mexican. Make sure he ain't about to sneak up on us. ♪ Oh ♪ (upbeat music) ♪ God I know that I'm not worthy ♪ ♪ To walk into your house ♪ (water roaring) - You tell him to get outta town before I finish what they started. It ain't over if I have to head out there. - You go after a man with three dozen to back him up. - Make no sense to let him come to me if he's threatening me. Makes sense to go to him. - He and his boy, hi-tailed it at a hard gallop. I bet they're halfway to the mine by now. You winged son Perry. Likely losing a load in his trousers is worst damage done him. - We'll let them live in the mine then. Caleb and his men come up on us, five wide cocked and loaded, swearing obscenities, drunk as can be just against me with poor eyesight and the gimp here. - There's two men dead in the road and another likely to bleed out from that leg wound. Seems I need to offer you two the hospitality of the city jail until the judge has a hearing to determine proceedings. - Ivan, we've been friends a long time now. I'd hate to see that friendship in with you up on Boot Hill and then throwing dirt down on your box. - Not sure we are friends, Pettigrew. I don't guess you plan on leaving town. - Know damn well I got plenty of business in Nemesis. I ain't leaving on a account of defending what's mine. You tell Judge Rankin to bring it on. I'm sure he is curious to see who's filling up Boot Hill. - He'll be in day after tomorrow on other business. So it won't be long. But the question is, and I'm tired of asking you, who fired first? - You tell the Wilkinson gang they ain't welcome at The Angel. I don't wanna see 'em. They have come meandering by, I'm gonna assume they're and loaded. I'm gonna start smoking up the place. - They're in their rights on the boardwalk. - Get to the other boardwalk. - Who fired first? - I'm sorry, it was very smoky. I have poor eyesight and I cannot help you. - I didn't know you had poor eyesight. - I'm just pulling his leg. Go about your business. Meet me at The Blue Belle for lunch, my treat. Return Andy's rifle and get that bath, shave and trim. I'll loan you my old duds (bright music) Madame Caterina. - Nectar of the Greek gods. - When in Rome or Athens as it may be. - We ain't in Athens or Rome for that matter. - The Greeks call this ambrosia or ouzo. - Ouzo will clean their pipes, loosen your tongue and make every woman as beautiful as Helen of Troy. (Beau coughing) - By clean, does she mean take the skin off your tongue? - You'll come to admire it by the third or fourth shot or die trying. - Admire it? You mean staring at it from flat on my back, looking up at it? I get the feeling you and I have something in common. Did you wear the blue? - My past is my own, as I told you. And it's for me to ponder and St. Pete to judge. - Ponder or forget. I admire you sir. Your past matters little to me, this above all else to thine own self be true. - Let's have another shot of that Ouzo. - Alice will forgive you for being late as you have helped her man keep his sass. - Her man? So she's your woman. I can't say that, but we do share an abode. - I am just trying to keep my footing around you two, so to speak. - You want to keep your footing around town as Wilkinson and kin are on the prod. Wilkinson's a no good son of a whore, that tends to grasp onto to a grudge till the day he dies. You tread lightly. - Fact is I care little if he wants my head or not. A man should fear another man who has no fear of dying. This leg pains me every day. Dying will likely put me at ease. - A man with nothing to lose is a dreadful adversary. Well hell Boone, now you're making me a might melancholy. - Lamb's on its way. (somber music) ♪ Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton ♪ ♪ Old times there are not forgotten ♪ ♪ Look away ♪ ♪ Look away ♪ ♪ Look away ♪ Dixieland. - Come on boys, sing it with me. ♪ Oh I wish I was in Dixie ♪ ♪ Away away ♪ ♪ In Dixieland I'll make my stand ♪ ♪ To live and die in Dixie ♪ - This is for you boys in blue. ♪ Hush now baby don't you cry ♪ ♪ You know your daddy is bound to die ♪ ♪ All my trials will soon be over ♪ You can sing it with me if you know it. ♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♪ ♪ His truth is marching on ♪ ♪ His truth is marching on ♪ (bright music) - Oh this my friend Charlie Snodgrass, the fastest key in the West. - Key? - A wire, a telegram. So? - One of his guards brought me in a message and hightailed it. I'm supposed to find Willie Wilson to take the reply out. - Might want to get back inside to avoid Alice. The message. - It was to an Arlis Blackthorn in Salt Lake City. Short one, Blackthorn, one day's work, $1,000 plus train fare here and back. - That's it? - No, not really. Operator in Salt Lake's a friend of mine. Separate message. He tells me that Blackthorn's a known shootist, said to have killed seven men from Texas to Cheyenne. Once more, I dug around. There was a flyer out on him in Dodge City. 500 reward on his head. Dead or alive. - Hmm. Well that's about what I've figured. - What? - Ma'am. - What? What? - You know what, what. And you know I wanna know what, what? And you're gonna tell me are your gonna find your duds in the rose bushes. - All right. It's Charlie Snodgrass relaying a message to me. - So Wilkinson's hired an army. - Good guess. No. Just one man. - So some black hearted back shooter I would guess. - You ever heard of a Arlis Blackthorn? - Killed a lawman in Texas, killed a soiled dove he was living with in Cheyenne. Run outta Denver for a bottom dealing and then pulling a belly gun under the table to gut shoot the fellow who called him out. I not only heard of him, but I knew him in Salt Lake from a distance. - Would you recognize him? - Yeah. I never forget a face. - You make him out again, give me a nod. (mysterious music) (bright music) - So, you think Wilkinson has come to his senses? - Probably out there right now, polishing his iron. Wait'n for that buscadero to show. - What's that? - Mexican for a gun man. - Word in the place that there's a double funeral tomorrow. Pig on a spit and lots of free beer and whiskey for all. - That is the house tomorrow then it's hard to compete with free. - Let's close up then. Won't have to contend with drunks and Wilkinson have 'em all fired up. We can avoid the trouble. - I could use a day off. - Hell no. - If I'm gonna be in a fight, I want it to be against a cross-eyed drunk. A burracho buscadero is the best kind. - Burracho? - Drunk. A drunk gunman can't see where he's shooting at. It's the best kind, you see? - Let's just go home. (bright music) - Hey, the Wilkinsons are coming, no long arms. - I believe I sent word for you and yours to stay clear of The Angel. - Scatter gun at your back. Gentlemen. - Yeah, we got it. Thank you kindly for the message. We got a message for you. Today, we're having a party. Biggest party just town's ever seen with everything Roscoe wanted. Roast pig, trimmings, all the whiskey and beer you can drink and no one here is welcome. Not you. Not the bartender, not the swamper, not the cook, not the whores. And not that lady who thinks she owns this place. - You're on the edge Caleb. Get the hell out. We're not interested in praying over your shoat. You tell them drunks leaving your party. They ain't welcome at The Angel on this day. We'd be happy to filet and skin em tomorrow though. - Enjoy your day. It'll be your last. - Good day to you Pete, what can I do you for? - Judge Rankin, lit off the morning train. Wants you to join him for lunch at The Blue Belle. - That's it. Bring Boone with you and don't come heeled. - Can't promise that but we'll be there. Get that Beau Boone? - I'll be spit and polished. (upbeat music) He is a territorial judge. Don't you think we ought to wait? - Bugger him. I know him. Just another butt sniffing politician. Oh speak of the devil. You're late, judge. Let me guess you were attending a funeral. - Of course. - It's nice of you to pay your respects to the dearly departed, Wilkinson is a generous contributor. So therefore I offer you the lunch and I will do the same as him dollar for dollar. - Don't be a crude Pettigrew. Best we talk the fact that you two have recently filled the streets with dead men. - Those men judge are no deader than they deserve. - Seems that's for me to decide. However, the court does have some costs involved in clearing up the matter, interviewing town folks and such. Say about a hundred dollars? - Of course. Court costs. - However, Wilkinson and others have offered a deposition stating that they were strolling down the street without weapons in hand and you and this here Mr. Boone fired at them from a hideout killing two Wilkinson employees. Badly wounding another. Wilkinson is a stalwart in this territory and he's got more witnesses. - Who? - Simon Chastain, the banker for one says he is standing at the window seeing the whole affair. - At a bank Wilkinson owns. Listen here Judge. They were coming at us five wide, cocked and loaded, yelling profanities, out for blood on the prod. We were just trying to defend ourselves. And Boone here, innocent caught in the crossfire. - Judge, you don't know me from Adam, but I don't ever lie. Those men come at us screaming threats, toting hardware and ready to use it. Judge, I believe the law says self-defense is justified if your life or bodily harm is threatened. - Dang Boone, if I wouldn't hire you as my special defense counsel, I shall be getting back to work. I suggest you meander down to The Angel this evening. I predict a fine and favorable evening. For you have the faro table. Madame. Get your judge here anything he'd like on the menu, put it on The Angel tab. Good day sir. - Judge, are you a follower of the bard? - The bard? - Shakespeare. If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? - Is that a threat Mr. Boone? I do believe you better take your leave. Have a good day Mr. Boone. (upbeat music) (patrons chattering) - I know I won it. - Hey Judge, come over here, take a seat. - Evan, you want a beer? - So is that normal business around here? - When that crooked judge is about. - So you're complaining about a little time off then. - No dealing. No tips. - I heard you were pretty good with the cards. - I'm fair to midland. - So how does he let him win? - Just gotta show people what they wanna see. They don't want the aces together, put the aces in different spots and people feel better about the game being fair. I'm sure you're asking, well how does that help him win? Right, all the aces separated? Because if they see it, it's not actually there. - Eh, that's pretty slick. - Yeah, I deal a fair game. You don't have to deal from the bottom for fools and drunks, still might get me shot though. - Have yourself some snacks, it's on the house. - Let's see, queens are mighty lucky this evening. - You're doing so good honey. - You've won over 200 tonight Judge. I'd say that's enough. - I tell you what's enough. - Let's go up to the bar. I got some of that famous imported Napoleon brandy that you favor. - Evan, back to your table. - Gentlemen, I'd be obliged. Take a seat elsewhere. - The hell you say? No problems. - Why in the hell did you cut me off? - You're over $200 tonight Judge. You're a lucky man, here's to your good luck and your good judgment, dealing with that mess Wilksinson caused. - I'll be off to the mine tomorrow to interview Caleb. - Caleb is it? Y'all friends now? - To interview him. He's a generous man. Not like somebody cutting off a customer's winning streak. - Horace, get him anything he wants on the house. Generous fella, that Wilkinson. - Good evening there. Careful now. Horace, I said give him the cheap. Dammit. (dramatic music) - All right, fantastic. - Hair of the dog, Horace? - You were snoring like a Poland China boar when I left you this morning, you gonna be all right? - Yes I will. Not that you give us a rat's ass. Hey, did y'all hear the news? - Hear what? - Judge Rankin found behind the barbershop. Cut throat, ear to ear. - God Pet, who would've done something like that? - He walked outta here $200 richer. - Well I know some of us weren't too happy with him last night. - Robbery Boone, don't you go thinking otherwise. - Well he was teetering on the edge and he was a lousy lout for a judge anyway. Guess it ain't my business. - Damn straight it ain't and it shall remain that way. - What's going on Pet? You didn't. - Order of cackle berries, pork belly, couple of corn dodgers. Some axle grease. I'm gonna eat off this hangover. - Beau, what's happening? - Ms Alice, I don't know enough to fill a shot glass. I was sitting on my stool till the last dog died. - Or the last judge as it seems, he left here last night with his pockets full as usual. Didn't bother him by the house a shot or pay for his own. It's not much loss. - Sounds like y'all are among the first to know. Why don't that surprise me? - It's a small little berg, Marshal. So news travels fast. - Look like no love lost for the judge's demise. Somebody didn't like him very much. Small gunshot, back of the head. Throat sliced. - Gunshot? We heard about the throat being cut but gunshot? You think someone would've heard that and come running? - A few folks did hear the gunshot after midnight. I suppose all of you were here fleecing the town folks. - If fleecing is running a good honest business then yes we were. Would you like a cup of coffee? You seem my mite grumpy today. - Territorial judge murdered in my jurisdiction. Makes a fellow grumpy. I don't suppose you own a small caliber, maybe a belly gun. - Yeah, if you consider this 44 on my hip small and that scatter gun, then yes I do. - How about you Limpy? Hey, hey, he's got a name. - How about you? - It's a 44 Marshal, just like the one that killed President Lincoln. Except mine's a center fire. - Are you gonna have a nice friendly cup of coffee or are you gonna continue with these insulting insinuations? - I got work to do. - Bye-bye. High binder. Just like the judge. - And likely right as a trivet, Pet. Anyone ever tell you that half of what you say is horse feathers? - Who's side are you on? Geez. (bright music) - He's here. He's here. He's here. - Hey, slow down Charlie. Have you met my friend Beau Boone? - He's here, met getting off the train. - Oh, Blackthorne, a giant of a fellow I presume. - No. Kind of an average looking fella. - Hmm? How about I buy you a drink? - No sir. How about the five that you promised me? - Hmm. Did you see 'em get out of town riding horses? - Rode outta town like they were headed to the mine. - Ah, well appreciate your hard work Charlie. - Did it real fast I bet. - They might get one in me but I'm gonna get both barrels in him and you as well if you were spit. - Dang. Worth spit? Now that's a compliment. Say, you got any idea when they'll wander back into town? - This fella Blackthorne. Ain't the type of tarry, best you get ready. - Now I would like to die spit and polished. I'll head over to the mercantile and see if they got any new duds. - Gimme some of that hard candy and say hi to the lovely widow Kurtz for me. - Will do. - [Horace] Me too, peppermint. - Ma'am. - Jessie Kurtz, proprietor. And you're Alice's new employee. - I'm Beau Boone, pleased Miss Kurtz. - Mrs. But widowed. What can I do for you? - Bum leg gave me away, huh? - Actually Alice said what a handsome fella you are with excellent manners. - Oh hell, I apologize for my language. - Ma, I'm off to go pitch horseshoes with the fellas. - Did you finish your chores? - Tomorrow. - No young man. Now. - How sharper than a serpent's tooth is it to have a thankless child? - Actually sir, the quote is how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. It is not is it. - By all that's holy, you're right. I stand corrected. Are you a fan of the bard? - Actually I was an English and literature teacher before I met Mr. Kurtz. So, yes and many others including the Greeks and Romans. I'd had to grade you a C for that mistake. - Well in that case I should buy some supplies and perhaps invite you to a cup of tea at The Blue Belle tomorrow if you could see fit to sup with a lousy student. - I take my son to brunch there every Sunday. - I'm a little less likely to be as patient with young Alex as you seem to be. - Fact is he could use a man's hand. - At your service. - Actually may have an implement that may be of interest to you. I took it in trade. - I'm pretty well supplied. - Not like this one. In a business like yours, might come in handy. - That would come in handy in a tight spot. - I gave the gentleman $10 toward the purchase of other implements. Seemed it belonged to his late father. But I took considerable profit in the transaction. So I'd sacrifice it for five. - You know, sacrifice or no, it's still too dear at the moment. - Dollar now, dollar a week. - Done, I will inform The Angel. They now have a mortgage and should I meet my untimely demise and be unable to pay up, they will return it. - Mr. Boone, I do admire positive thinkers. The sun will arise in the morning. Please survive until we have that cup of tea. - From your lips to God's ear. (patrons chattering) (ominous music) - You'll oblige me if you take a seat elsewhere? - Who the hell are you? - I'm the owner. Horace, a round on the house for them... or get out. - I'm settled in just fine. - You can have a free drink on the house or a mouthful of your own teeth. - What do we do? - Seems to me you know who I am. - Why you're here. Sir, clear out. - Now. - We can take this outside. Should you prefer to die in the open air. - Had I my prefers I'd prefer you hightail it back to Salt Lake City and I get back to my whiskey. - But I got a job to do. So I'll open you up right here. - Sorry to be surprise Mr. Blackthorn, if there's any opening up to do, I'll split you wide open with this ounce of square nails. - You really are the cowardly cur they said you was. - And I guess the coward Wilkinson who sent you, a Salt Lake slime ball and a careless one at that, to do his bidding. You got a nice glass of whiskey going to waste. I think you might need it. (weapon banging) - Ow! - [Pettigrew] Pick him up. (weapon banging) - Ow! Ow! - Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the famous former Gunfighter Arlis Blackthorne who now not only cannot draw but he cannot wipe his own behind. Now I just retired him but there ain't gonna be no golden watch. Who here would like to help sail him through the bat wings and help him enjoy his golden years? - [Beau] If you wanna haul him to Kansas, he's worth 500. Next round on the house. (cheers) - Well I've had all the excitement I can take for one night. You two think that you can captain the ship yourselves? - We'll get along I reckon. - Don't wake me. - Bitch. (thunder clapping) Batten down the hatches, Horace. - What? - Kick 'em out. Shut her down. (thunder clapping) Keep your trap shut. (somber music) - You give Mr. Pettigrew and Blossom the day off? - All I know is sun's up, and it's a beautiful day outside. - You don't like to take sides do you Beau? - When you care for everybody involved, There ain't no sides. - You heard me? - Yes ma'am. - So did you close up last night? - I was here until the last dog died. - You've proven yourself to be a truthful man Beau. So I'm gonna ask you outright, do you know where Pet spent the night? - No idea. He left before I shut her down. And I assumed he was going to your cabin. Your taken with the bard. Do you recall to thine own self be true? - Actually now. Now don't think be rude. The line is this above all else to thine own self be true. - So be true. - There he is right now. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. - So's a wood rat. - [Pettigrew] Horace, give me a beer, crack an egg in it. Plus a shot of that sauce? - [Horace] That bad huh? - [Waitress] Grab yourselves some snacks will you? They're on the house. But that's only if you buy one more whiskey. Charlie, oh my goodness. (patrons chattering) - You're late. Where'd you sleep last night? - (Beau) Pardon me? You dance like a trained bear Beau Boone. See you took me serious when I said don't wake me. - Lady needs her beauty sleep, as beautiful as you are. Plenty, you got plenty. - Cook needs fixings. Try not to kill anyone while I'm gone, or... - Or what? - Hell hath no fury like a woman..., well ask Mr. Boone for the rest. (somber music) - Hot as a woman'd scorned. Shakespeare, right? - Conge about 1700 after Shakespeare died. - Boone, you're just a scholar but like most of 'em you're also a pain in the arse. - I believe it is said silence is a virtue. - Shakespeare again? - Thought of it last night when you suggested that I do the same and I honored it. - Hold that thought deep in your black heart friend. I'm about to go get a shave. - I can't be late anyway. - Why the hell not. - Widow Kurtz. - Assignation huh? The hell you say. I didn't take you to be a Latherio? - I didn't think you knew what a Lathario was or an assignation for that matter. - Kiss my ass. (light guitar music) - It was nice of Mr. Pettigrew not to be here so we can have his table. So how was the sermon today? - Stimulating if you think the threat of being turned into a pillar of salt worth an hour. - I've heard that Pastor can rattle on. - How about you two finish up. I'm going fishing. - Don't be rude Alex, you've already shown Mr. Boone your bad side. - I'm going. - I can't abide a boy... - Not your place Mr. Boone. - How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. - You son of a bitch. - I'm sorry Miss Jessie, I have overstepped my bounds. If you will pardon me? - Beau, please. (light music) - I'm US Marshal Josiah McAllister. And you are? - Well I'm a fellow who just extended a polite hand. My name's Beau Boone. - This ain't no social call. Is there Mr. Pettigrew about? - Gentlemen, if you would like a drink, the bartender will help you with that. This is a social establishment. I don't abide any rude behavior, Marshal or not. And this isn't a town hall meeting center either. You can either buy yourself a drink. Let me deal you hand a faro, have one of my doves entertain you for the evening or take your leave. - Your name? - Alice. - Alice Hockstead from Denver. - One and the same. - I know of you. - I paid what you might call my debt to society and what I would call a raw deal and a miscarriage of justice. But that's neither hearing nor there. - You murdered a man in Oro City. Had you not been a woman, you'd a hanged. - I killed a son of a bitch who put his hands on me. If the witnesses hadn't all been in his employee, justice would've been done. - So who killed Judge Rankin? - Probably some low life thief. Judge left here last night as he usually does with his pockets full, drunk as a bug in a barrel of whiskey. Saloon full watched him stagger out. - So, Beau Boone, I understand you and this Pettigrew are to be indicted for murder. It seems like you and Pettigrew have plenty of motive. - You understand that do you? You must be a clairvoyant. It's also the matter of opportunity. And I was working, sitting in that stool right there running shotgun. - And Pettigrew? - I ain't Mr. Pettigrew's keeper. You'll have to take that up with Mr. Pettigrew. - You're a bit of a smart arse. Ain't ya? - Better than being a dumb ass. - And the prior murder of the men in the street? - You better check your law books Marshal. Since when was self-defense ever murder? Those men came hunting us. We didn't go after them. - I believe I will take that drink now. - Go home and take a nap. Didn't saw many logs last night. - She rung it outta me. - What? - Ms. Alice. She made me tell. - You didn't. - Mr. Pettigrew wanted a poke, what was I supposed to do? - She never told you to stay away from him. - The subject never came up. - Good Lord woman! You sir will appear at The Blue Belle tomorrow morning promptly at 10 to meet with Judge Hollis Proctor to answer some questions. Ms. Hockstead will be there as well, or do I have to open the jail for you. - [Boone] I'll be there. I got nothing to hide. (upbeat music) - Yeah, I'll tell your folks. Scram! Shoo! Scram! - Got something on your boot there, Pet? - Nickel whore. - What the law dogs want? Looking for somebody to swing? - What? - For that episode in the street, for the murder of Judge Rankin. Me, Alice, probably you, we appear at The Blue Belle tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. - Judge Hollis Proctor, come in on the noon train, pitch mouth Proctor they call him, seems he puckers up his mouth when he's about to send someone to hang, which he does quite often. - Seems you're entertainment with Miss Blossom has been discovered by Miss Alice. - She knows I ain't no eunuch. I'll make it up for somehow, I'm laying low right now. Fact is a poke in a poke palace don't mean too much when you dwell in a poke palace. - So no Blue Belle for you in the morning then? - Hell no. They're all high binders. This lamb ain't trotting itself down to the slaughterhouse. ♪ Oh my soul ♪ ♪ Trying to find redemption empty hole ♪ ♪ Trying to find redemption heal my heart ♪ ♪ Trying to find redemption brand new start ♪ - Thanks for the use of your bed. Of course you made a nest for yourself, much obliged. - Miss Alice thinks you oughta join us in there. - Pinch mouth Proctor strutting about yet? - Not yet. - That's good, steering clear him and McAllister. Most likely both in Wilkinson's back pocket. - So is that your reason? What else? - Did you kill Judge Rankin? - Even if I did Boone, it'd be to your advantage as he and the other guys definitely in Caleb's back pocket. We'd both be doing the hangman's jig if Rankin had his way. What you saying? You're trying to be a swollen tongue sordid mouth guy in front of them townfolk? - So that's your answer. - You really want to know? - Ignorance is a curse of God. Acknowledge the wing we with we fly to heaven. Find myself in disagreement with the bard this time. Fact is I don't want to know and I gotta get in there. - Before you do, let me give you something to chew on. Fact is I did care about Alice. I set her up with the loan to start that business. Now something were to happen to me. Whether it'd be legal troubles or hanging, she wouldn't have to pay back that loan. Currently she's mad as the hornet's nest being poked for a poke I did for free should have been a dollar. Now I'm gonna pay 3000 or a stretch neck, says you can see times ain't what they used to be. Things don't cost what they should cost. - He'll hath no fury like a woman scorned. - Shakespeare again. - It's Congreve or Congrove. Well after the bard took his leave of the earth and he never blathered. Now I got to get in there. - Best of luck. Be happy with what you don't know because that knowledge could be the wing that flies us both to hell, tell Proctor all you know 'cause you don't know spit. (bright music) - Proctor's on his way. He's ready. - What do we call this conflab? - Call it inquest. - I'm not testifying under oath without an attorney present. - Informal inquest. No oath necessary. - I'll have that sidearm. - Not before you have all of theirs. - Hand it over. No firearms in the judge's presence. - You take this little fang and leave all those snakes with all of theirs. I don't believe so. - Fair enough. It's not against the law to tote iron in Nemesis. Just keep the business end on the ground. (light guitar music) (patrons chattering) (bright music) - We've got to spill old man Wilkinson's guts. - So you think we could find him drunk in an alley, slit his throat and make folks think that some petty thief did it? Hell they're likely over at the hotel planning our hanging right now. Why don't we just walk over to The Blue Belle and shoot up the place? - You're mad at me Boone, you figure done Miss Alice's dirty don't you? - Well she's a fine woman. - She's a murderer and a whore. And she owes me a debt, that makes her a welcher too. - You shouldn't talk her down like that. - You need to look around and open your eyes. She hired you at my insistence despite you looking like something the cat done buried. So you owe me and this is how you're gonna even it up. You gonna plant yourself out on that mine road with that 45/70. Blow a hole in that son of a bitch as big a crow could fly through plus whoever's else with him. - And while I'm committing murder, what are you about? - Right here at The Angel above suspicion. - That's not how I do business Pettigrew. I spilled plenty of blood but honest blood, never murder. - You owe me and this is how you can even it up. - Pet, did you get your beauty sleep? - How'd things go with the judge? - Fine as wine, can't get blood from a turnip. But it's like you, I know nothing. I'm as dumb as a pile of dung. - Me huh? Dumb huh? Tell you what Hussy, this ain't the only place in town I can get a cheap cup of coffee. A watered down whiskey. - He has a burr in his saddle. - Pet tells me you did murder. Now he wants me to do the same. A man half again my size had me by my throat not knowing that I had a two barrel Derringer in my reticula. He was a town banker and a church going hypocrite. I was seconds away from losing my life. I let have it with both barrels in his flabby gut. Of course the judge didn't see things in the way I did. So the scaffold was built. One of the five bought and paid for witnesses recanted. And I got 10 years. After a year in hell, another witness recanted, my sentence was reduced. Spent three years, one of only three other women in a prison with 200 inmates. I was a cook and a fat warden's concubine. You don't owe Pettigrew anything unless you're hoping to earn a five foot drop that ends in bulging eyes and a swollen tongue. - I'm sorry Ms. Alice. - Pet's good for granting one favor and asking 10 in return. You're not gonna have to wait in the weeds long. (patrons chattering) - I want two bottles, not that piss you serve everyone else. - I won't abide trouble in my place. - Am I supposed to give a horse's ass about what you abide. - Are you looking for Mr. Pettigrew? - Why? You know where he is? He run off like the coward I know he is? I don't know if y'all know this but the judge has declined to indict anybody. Murder of my boy, the judge's, the ambush in the street where my other boy was shot. Nobody. - So it's over. - I see you keep some whores around here, poxed I presume. - We have a couple of ladies of the evening if that's your inquiry. - Well ma'am what about you? You a poxed whore? - You know Caleb, an ounce of lead doesn't care how rich you are or what you own. - [Soiled dove] I don't know what I'm gonna do with you for the rest of the night. Oh I bet you do. (patrons chattering) - Horace, get your sawed off and put over there on the bar. And get your mop, it's gonna be a messy. - It's a little obvious don't you think? - Obvious flew out the door a while ago. - Let me go get Marshal, Ivan or the judge or somebody to put a stop to this. - You leave Pettigrew outta this. - There's no shame in walking away. - I don't walk so good. - I'll be back. - I got two bits. If you want to drop your drawers and grab your ankles. - I hear it's the size of a toothpick. You'd be overpaying. - Caleb is it, or cow shit. - Caleb Wilkenson. Not that I'd let some cripple use the familiar with me. It must be Beau Boone, the back shooter. It's Beau Banquo Boone and all my killing's face to face. - Those piglets over there are ugly as their old man. - They are my blood. What's left of it. I want you to meet them 'cause they're gonna kill you today. - And that stumble bum drunk. We sent straight to hell. His name was Roscoe, right? (guns banging) (man groaning) - I'm kilt, pa. (guns firing) ♪ Came home bent and broke ♪ ♪ Can't never forget all the dying and the blood ♪ ♪ Around me ♪ ♪ Some things are thought but never spoken ♪ ♪ My wounds the only token ♪ ♪ The ghosts will forever surround me ♪ - He done woke up. - Watch the store. Warm that pot of soup. - Are you an angel? - Hardly. But I'm not Lazarus either. Glad you're back. I thought I... we lost you there for a moment. - Oh (moan). Lord. Oh, I feel like somebody put a pitchfork in my side. - You're shot through and through on your side, broke a rib, glared off, doc says it missed your gut and your lung and put a crease in that hard head of yours. Likely a concussion. We buried you at the top of Boot Hill. You shot 'em up so bad, they ran for the docks. You put a hole in Wilkinson, he'll live though. - Oh. That's a damn shame. Well, how long have I been out? - Two nights. - How many turned up to relieve themselves on my grave? - If you don't mind sir, let's get a cup of soup down here. Get you back to sleep. - Where's Pettigrew? - After the law left The Angel, he cleared out the bills in the safe and caught a train west. - Did he know I was shot? - He did. He said you were too tough to die and you were in good hands and you are. - How long I gotta heal? - Doc says two weeks horizontal. (bright music) (water roaring) ♪ The old hot sun, he laughs at us all ♪ ♪ Could even make the strongest men cry ♪ - Mr. Boone. Dare I say, you're a damn fool. It's only been one week. - I like the idea folks seeing my ghost. - You'll be one soon as Wilkinson learns you're not in that pine box. - Boo. - What the hell? - Beau Boone. - I'm his twin brother Bob. - Bullshit, you're both gimpy? Here's a freebie for me. You look like horse crap got run over by a wagon. - And you? You're a lying piss ant son a whore. I'd like to use this cane to let the gas outta your guts and this time it won't misfire. So don't tempt me. You tell Wilkenson to bring it on. (bright music) - So, you're back. - Yes. I enjoyed my week in San Francisco. I reckon I best get back and take a gander at my interests. - You didn't get even when you cleaned out the safe? - $546 applied to Miss Alice's balance. Not that it's any of your affairs Boone. - True enough. - Heard I missed a fantastic funeral. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there. - I ran into Chastain. I bet he's hot footing out to Wilkinson's right now. Your powder dry? - Seems you're still a might stoved up Boone. So I guess it's my turn. Why don't you head back to that hole you've been hiding in? - I take Miss Alice's money so I'll do the work and I owe the widow Kurtz for room and board. So I need the work. - Bo, we take care of her own around here. We've kept your pay going during your recovery and you got $80 coming your way. You can use it to purchase a ticket to San Francisco if you want. - I'll do my job and I'll take whatever comes. But thank you. - Well, it's your funeral... again. - Pardon me gentlemen. Looks like you could use some space betwixt you. - This law dog claims I killed the judge and says we should be under the gavel for that disagreement in the road. - Marshal, who pays your salary? - The territory. Why? - Damn, the way I had it figured you were on Wilkins salary. - By God if you were a whole man, I'd whip you for that remark. - I'm damn sure whole enough to give you a lesson. - To hell with you. To hell with you both. - Pete, we've been friends for so long. Be ashamed to end it here now. - Damn you. We ain't never been friends. You hoped we was, but we never was. You pull iron on me, I'll put you in chains, drag you to the Hoosegow and truly enjoy the trip. - Take five deputies to do that. And you know it. If I had cause to, I'd sure as hell do it. - Ah, Pete, if you keep jawing, I'm gonna fall asleep. Now get you're talking and blow harding and get outta here. - Pettigrew, you got more wind than the Norther. You'll still be blowing when you're six feet under. - Oh, hey Friend, you forgot to pay for your whiskey. Damn, if that ain't the first time we paid for a drink. - Damn you got a way that makes the law spit and spur. - Yeah, he's flustered. He's on a take from Wilkinson. - You are a damn fool Pet. - For putting up with you all these years, I sure am. - You stay here, you stay in this town, Wilkinson's are gonna burn us out. - Old man Wilkinson has had eyes on you for many years. I figured he'd go easier on you if I ain't around, a poke here, a poke there, ain't gonna hurt. Plus you got gimpy Boone over here to watch over things. Listen, I'm gonna take that four o'clock train as soon as I pack up, see y'all later. - Safe travels Pet. - Just remember you owe me that 1800. I'll send an address. - Well, don't expect me to be coming with it. - I'll stop by later for a farewell drink. - Beau, I wanna sell you my share of The Angel Cloud. - I don't believe being partners with Mr. Pettigrew is good for one's health. - One time offer Beau. - Thanks, but no thanks. - You know, Pett thinks the world of you. - And I him, with caveats. - He does have his warts and wrinkles. - As do I. (bright music) - What's the word to find out who's on the prod for y'all? - What's the words that keep me from stomping your willie, Willie? - About $2. - This better be good Willie. - Caleb Wilkinson's down at the livery right now. New shooters, coming this way. - Willie, I suggest you make yourself scarce. - No problem. - I guess you should have caught that morning train. - And miss all the fun and hilarity. Heck no. A good shotgun guard. I'll be behind the bar right now though. Ladies, bunch of shooters headed this way. Cocked and loaded. Best high tail. (ominous music) - Mister, pour it. (bright music) - Why does it suddenly smell like pig shit in here? (guns banging) (ominous music) - Can I help you up? - Ask Pettigrew. - Oh, I think Azalea is finished. - Azzelea. - It's Pett's first name. A-Z-Z-E-L-E-A. - Now I know why he kept it to just a simple A. - Well, let's talk about you buying me out of The Angel Cloud. - Damn Alice, that's cold. I gotta train at 4:30 and no point in wasting Pet's ticket. - So, no partners? - No partners, no enemies. - The bard said expectation is the root of all heartache. Now how much do you want for The Angel? Only with terms I can handle. Well, Horace and I traded off with the shovel digging Mr. Pettigrew's grave. I carved his headstone from a plank of Ponderosa. And yes, it says A. Pettigrew. Alice sent me a letter. She bought a saloon and a brothel on the Barberry Coast. Seems she was holding out a few gold coins every day. Plus I sent her $200 a month. Jessie Kurtz became Mrs. Jessie Boone. And now correcting Eric's smart mouth has become my problem. Luckily, he's a fine boy. And just slightly off the tracks. Marshal Ivan and I would've become fast friends, but he quit and he hauled Blackthorn all the way to Dodge City to cash in on that $500 reward. What do you say about a fellow who takes you in when you look like something the cat buried, then he murders another fella. No matter how despicable that fella is. I stopped counting how many fell to my sharp shooting in the war. I'm sure most of them were fine fellows. Were at a different time and a different situation. Much as I search my memory, I don't have a bard's quote for that one. Life goes on. ♪ Got a good thing ♪ ♪ Going on ♪ ♪ Such a powerful feeling ♪ ♪ Our love so strong ♪ ♪ World's turning upside down ♪