If you want any tickets, you'll have to go round to the front of the...
No, well, I suppose it'll be all right.
Three, and that'll be $7.50.
Thanks, Santa.
You bring a horse for me?
Looks like we're...
Looks like we're a child, one horse.
We brought two too many.
That's enough for now. It's getting late. Come on home.
Jimmy, go inside quick and get washed.
And don't touch the apple pie or the roast.
Patrick's already left for the station, huh?
Oh, he's getting ready, Pa.
Damn it, Patrick!
Slump slice, what the hell? Throw in a party, ain't we?
But these are the same slices as usual.
Slices as big as a door if you want to.
You'll have beautiful new clothes, and you won't have to work no more.
We're going to get rich, Pa.
Patrick!
Wait a minute.
Look at the filth on your boots. Clean them.
They'll come in, and there won't be no one to meet your mother.
My mother died six years ago.
Go now. You'll really be late.
Hey, just a minute. Listen, Pa, how am I going to recognize her?
Oh, you can't make no mistake, Patrick.
She's young, and she's pretty, and she's a lady.
For traveling, I'll be wearing a black dress
and the same straw hat I was wearing
when we met.
I'm going to get some fresh water from the well.
The pipes, the pipes, now is far.
Bring them over to me.
You've got to move on, will you?
Get the lad out of your ass if you red-skinned.
Sweet water.
Brett McBain's far.
I would like some water if it's no trouble.
Water?
Will you see that weirdest poison around these parts
ever since the day's a great flood?
You mean you never wash?
We sure do.
Well, I'd like to use the same facilities you people do.
You sure can.
Just have to have a full tub in the back,
and you're lucky only three people have used it this morning.
Used it one at a time or all together?
Bet you come from one of those big eastern cities.
New Orleans.
New Orleans?
You've been there?
No.
But I got a cousin down there. She runs a bar.
You only know how to play, or do you know how to shoot?
Blow music from that?
You!
Try this one. Take it.
We never make any.
It's all right. You're right on time.
To bury my escort.
If I'd waited for you, I'd be in jail by now.
The gun.
Interested in fashions, harmonica?
I saw three of these dusters a short time ago.
They were waiting for a train.
Inside the dusters, there were three men.
So?
Inside the men, there were three bullets.
That's a crazy story, harmonica.
For two reasons.
One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters
except Cheyenne's men.
Two, Cheyenne's men don't care.
They kill.
That surprised you?
Well, you know music.
And you can count.
All the way up to two.
Up to six, if I have to.
And maybe faster than you.
Play, harmonica.
Play, so you can't bullshit.
Only watch those false notes.
Like so?
So this cousin of mine keeps writing me to come on down the hallings.
Come on down. Help me with the bar.
Make a pile of money.
You know, I don't think I'd get along in a big city.
It's too full of fast men and looser women
begging your pardon, man.
Ah, no.
Now I'm too used to a quiet, civil country life.
The very day.
Mrs. McBang.
But will.
Oh, but we thought.
I know.
It must be a surprise today.
I'm the resurrection.
Whosoever lives in the needs
shall never die.
Amen.
You got no way of knowing,
but this is as good as a signature.
Cheyenne's hands.
Don't worry, Mrs. McBang.
We'll make him tell us before we hang him.
Let's get moving.
Let's go back to Flagstall.
No, sir.
You don't want to stay out here alone.
Why not?
This is my home.
Frank wasn't there.
He sent three friends.
I swear to you that I...
Because he was at the McBang's.
That's not true.
Cheyenne did that job.
Everyone knows that.
We got proof.
That was always one of Frank's tricks.
Fake and evidence.
Who's there?
Didn't sleep a wink.
Pack of turds dressed in black road hurt on me
the whole damn night.
But I left them in the middle of the desert.
They're lucky they'll be home in three days.
You fix a copy.
They wanted to hang me.
The big black crows.
Idiots.
What the hell?
I'll kill anything.
Never a kid.
Feel like killing a priest.
Catholic priest, that is.
Yeah, the world is full of people who hate Cheyenne.
See, I ain't the mean bastard people make out.
Of course, uh...
If somebody had a mind to kill me...
Fires me up.
And a fired up Cheyenne...
Made a nice thing to see.
Especially for a lady.
But you're too smart to make her mad.
So this here is where I'm supposed to do all the killing.
Don't seem a place that's worth a shit.
No.
If somebody gets dressed up to look like me...
So they can hang this thing around my neck...
I don't like it none.
I can understand it.
What I don't understand...
Is the why.
Neither do I.
But I see you look to lock it for the why.
Yeah.
What if there were a whole heap of whys?
Round.
Yellow.
You know the kind.
You wrap them on a stone...
And they go ding.
Maybe.
But I didn't find them.
By the way...
You know anything about a man going around playing a harmonica?
Here's somebody you'd remember.
Instead of talking, he plays.
And when he better play, he talks.
You know, man, when you kill four, it's easy to make it five.
You're an expert.
Amit seems to me you ain't caught the idea.
Of course I have.
I'm here alone in the hands of a bandit who smelled money.
If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself.
And even cull in your men.
Well...
No woman ever died from that.
When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water.
And I'll be exactly what I was before.
With just another filthy memory.
Good coffee, at least.
Not bad.
Congratulations.
Tell me...
Was it necessary that you kill all of them?
I only told you to scare them.
People scare better when they're dying.
And can you tell me what good was your stupid massacre?
Now a Mrs. McBain has turned up.
So, I didn't expect that.
It happens in business.
Let's say this is...
something I didn't plan on.
I have no time for surprises, Frank.
I got on board...
in sight of the Atlantic.
And before my eyes, Rad...
I want to see the blue of the Pacific...
outside that window.
I know where you got on board.
I was there, too, remember?
To, uh...
Remove small obstacles from the track, he said.
Well, there were a few.
Well, we traveled a long way, just the same.
And fast.
Even tuberculosis of the bones.
Troubles Christ.
Don't play the sick man with me, Mr. Morden.
I know you, and you're just barely limping.
I watch that dry rot rise a little more every day.
Any normal man put a bullet in his brain.
But you, you just got a little more hasty.
Otherwise, you ain't changed, any.
I'd say you've changed, Frank.
A lot.
You used to take care of certain things personally.
Now, you're keeping in the background.
You'll end up giving orders.
It's because now I don't want to leave you alone too much.
You're gonna need somebody more and more every day to stay near you.
Like a friend.
Or like a partner.
A field sitting behind that desk, Frank.
It's almost like holding a gun.
Much more powerful.
Big, too.
This is not the main business.
The best.
You'll never succeed in becoming like me.
Why?
Because...
there are many things you'll never understand.
This is one of them.
You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons.
And the only one that can stop that...
is this.
It might look simple to you, Mr. Morden,
but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
Pretty soon, the widow, McBain, won't be a problem no more.
You wake up one morning and say,
World, I know you.
From now on, there are no more surprises.
And then you happen to meet a man like this.
He'll look like a good man.
Clear eyes, strong hands.
And he wants to marry you.
Which doesn't happen often.
And he says he's rich, too.
Which doesn't hurt.
Now, arrest yourself, Brett McBain.
Even if he's gonna have a job...
pulling you out of the devil's grip.
Till I swear he'd left money around someplace.
If you can find it, you're welcome to it.
Mrs. McBain goes back to civilization.
Mine is her husband.
And, plus, a great future.
You deserve better.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother.
She was the biggest whore in Alameda,
and the finest woman that ever lived.
Whoever my father was for an hour or for a month,
he must have been a hand.
I am right once you kill four.
It's easy to make it five.
This isn't the time to leave.
Give me some water.
I like my water fresh.
Hear a strange sound dropping on the ground.
A town?
Like what?
Like that.
It brings you to town.
Maybe you don't remember, but yesterday at the funeral...
I remember very well.
Is there something I can do for him?
See Frank, and tell him I know everything.
Why is everybody hounding me about this guy, Frank?
I don't know him.
I never heard of him.
I got my own worries, and all I want is to be left in peace.
Tell Frank I want to negotiate with him.
Personally.
Keep it far away from here.
Yes, I know, Mr. Morton.
But when I heard that woman say she knew everything,
I thought that the important thing was for me to come over here right away
and tell you about it.
You never thought it wasn't a trick?
Sure, but you know that I'm mighty careful, Frank.
No one could have followed me.
That's the first thing I learned working for you.
To listen unseen, and to watch unheard.
You should learn to live as if you didn't exist.
You know me a long time, Frank.
You know you can trust me.
How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders?
A man can't even trust his own pants.
Let's get out of here.
Get him on board.
Wait, Frank.
I...
So nobody followed you?
No, you gotta believe me.
So this is the way I can trust you?
I can explain.
I know that he...
Get out.
No, no, not Frank.
Thank you.
Yeah, may I take care of the woman?
Someone took care of them.
We found them out of McBain's place.
Stone dead.
And the woman was gone.
Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank.
Well, you're the one who made Benz's dead, too.
I'm gonna take care of her personally.
Yeah, that would be easy for you.
Keep him warm for me.
If you get any trouble, hit him.
Not in the mouth, he's gotta talk.
Beat the novel, Cliff.
By the way, I'm just keeping an eye on that cripple all the time.
Understand?
You're a friend.
Choo-choo.
It's easy to find you.
Bastard.
I don't have to kill you now.
You can leave a slime behind you like a snail.
Two beautiful, shiny waves.
There's another bastard.
And he's getting further away over a minute.
See, it is how he paid cash on the barrel head.
It all belongs to you.
Oak planks, beech, pine, all first grade lumber.
Beams and foundation pylons, ten kegs of nails,
20 barrels of tar, and all these tools.
Maybe he wanted to enlarge the farmhouse.
Arge the farmhouse?
He could have built at least eight of them.
By the way, ma'am, McBain also ordered this.
Said it was important.
Only seems he forgot to tell me what he wanted printed on it.
It's a print station.
For this?
I've had enough of your butcher tactics.
I know that woman is here.
I don't want any more useless killing.
Ready to make a deal for that land?
Pay what's necessary.
I don't want to waste any more time.
You've made a big mistake, Morton.
And you look like a trail-loved shell.
It's funny.
Poor cripple talking big so nobody will know how scared you are.
Time to compete with him.
You can't even stand on your own feet by yourself.
I can squash you like a wormy apple.
Because it's not too. Your advantage.
Oh, it's how far you had gone with two good legs, huh?
Jumping back to the train. Keep your eye on it.
Don't worry about the land.
If you feel like paying for what you can pay, of course.
Make any difference to you. Deal with the new owner.
There's a square stake down here. It says water tank.
Over here, too. Only it says post office.
And this one says corral.
This here, church.
What the hell is this?
Can't you see?
It's a station.
And all around it a town.
Brad McBain's town.
Was he crazy?
Yeah, in a very special way.
An Irishman.
Ain't no sooner or later that railroad coming through Flagstone
would continue on west.
So I looked over all this country out here.
Until he found this hunk of desert.
Nope.
Nobody wanted it. But he bought it.
Then he tightened his belt.
And for years he waited.
Waited for what?
For the railroad to reach this point.
Ah, but how in the hell could he be sure
the railroad would pass through his property?
Them steam engines can't roll without water.
And the only water for 50 miles west of Flagstone
is right here.
Under this land.
He was no fool, our dead friend.
He was going to sell this piece of desert
for his weight in gold, wasn't he?
You don't sell the dream of a lifetime.
Brad McBain wanted his station.
He got the rights to build it.
How do you know all this?
I saw a document.
It was all in order.
Seal, signatures, everything.
One thing, though.
In very small print.
There is a short clause.
Which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights.
If by the time the railroad reaches this point
the station ain't built yet.
Speaking of railroads, I noticed the railgangs already...
Hey!
I noticed the railgangs already behind those hills.
And before you know it,
they're gonna be here.
Here?
Yeah.
Listen.
Harmonica.
A town.
Built around a railroad.
You could make a fortune, huh?
Hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Hey, more than that.
Thousands of thousands.
They call them millions.
Millions.
Yeah, millions.
I always thought it'd be easy to make a deal with a smart lady.
All you gotta do is...
Hey, what in the hell are you standing around for?
Chief, what are we supposed to do?
What are you supposed to do?
Build a station, you idiots!
Figure it ain't gonna look like much.
But it'll be the first thing she sees...
when she gets back.
If she gets back.
I'm sorry.
You also like to feel a man's hands all over you.
I understand why they miss you so much.
Great invention, the Telegraph.
Did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did.
Jill, the brunette?
My God, all the customers most elegant whorehouse on Bourbon Street
have been weeping ever since she left.
Say, tell me.
Did Old McBane know?
He's just the type to marry a whore.
Idea.
Perfect wife.
Good as a husband.
Another solution.
As sheriff of this county,
I've been asked to preside over the sale by auction
of all property belonging to Mrs. Jill McBane here present.
This parcel of land measures 320 acres.
It's free of all encumbrances, liens, and mortgages.
This property, and all it contains,
lock, stock, and barrel,
will be turned over to the lucky purchaser at the time of sale.
All the contents therein are listed by number
on the inventory sheet distributed among you.
The entire property will be sold and blocked to the highest bidder.
All right, that's clear to everybody.
I declare the auction open.
Now, who's going to make the first bid?
$200.
Well, I have an opening bid of $200.
$200.
Do I hear more?
Lasting piece of land ain't worth an inch of all time.
Well, come on, my friends, $200.
The livestock alone is worth twice that much.
Well, who's going to bid $300?
Now, look, friends,
I realize we're not offering California here,
but $200 is damn little for all that property.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn't even take $200 as a deposit.
Nobody's going to bid it up.
You sure you wouldn't want to set a minimum price?
I wish I were wrong, Mrs. McBain,
but you'll I will end up selling the place for a plate of beans.
All I want is to sell.
15.
Play this game, Mr. Martin.
It's very simple.
As long as you use your head.
Give me the money.
$500.
Do I hear any other bids?
I don't.
I'm sorry, Mrs. McBain,
but I think I'm going to have to knock down on that last bid.
$500 once.
$500 twice.
$500.
$5,000.
You said $5,000?
It's on its way.
For this man, it's $5,000, that's right.
Judas was content with $4,970 less.
There were no dollars in them days.
But Sons of bitches, yeah.
Jail's that way.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, but you're going to the railroad station.
I'm sending you to humor, Cheyenne.
They've got a modern jail there.
It's got more walls, more bars, more guards.
Oh, you'll like it in 20 years.
You'll see.
Congratulations.
You don't look at all like the noble defender
of poor defenseless widows.
Cheyenne's right.
You're a remarkable woman.
And you're a remarkable man.
But you have something on your mind.
Chuck Youngblood, they met you, Frank.
Paid $5,000 for something belongs to me.
$5,000 plus one.
You got a right to make a profit, too.
Thinking about it, if I were you,
you'd get yourself into something bigger than you are.
You got a chance to get out easy, you better take it.
You sound like a real businessman, Frank.
Being with Mr. Morton has done you a lot of good.
You've learned some new methods.
Yeah, Mr. Morton has shown you a lot of new ways
and though you haven't given up the old ones.
Pick any method you like, just make the deal.
Which deal, Frank?
We have more than one you and me.
Now we can lump together into one bundle
and settle all of them, here and now.
Easy, Frank. Easy.
You gotta learn not to push things.
Taking it easy is the first thing a businessman should do.
I got an idea Mr. Morton can teach you a lot more.
I could swear we're going to have that strange sound.
Right now, it sure flies.
It's already passed well.
But they were his men.
Yeah.
And they tried to kill him.
They must have found somebody who pays better.
And you, you saved his life.
I didn't let them kill him and that's not the same thing.
My mother used to make coffee this way.
What's he waiting for?
A piece of wood.
I got a feeling when he stops Whitmer.
I mean, I could never be like him.
Now I understand why.
Wouldn't it bother him knowing you were around somewhere alive?
So you found out you're not a businessman after all?
Just a man.
They'll be along and they'll kill it off.
Dude, you don't matter to us.
Nothing matters now, not the land.
Not the money, not the woman.
I came here to see you.
Because I know that now you'll tell me what you're after.
I also found a razor.
Now put it there, please.
So I can watch the railroad move up.
As you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink.
I shouldn't have had you behind.
You're sort of a handsome man.
But I'm not the right man.
You don't understand, you whore.
People like that have something inside.
Something to do with death.
Lives, you know.
Coming through that door.
Pick up his gear and say adios.
It would be nice to see this town grow.
Chuchu, you got scared.
Praying somebody who knows where to shoot.