The Good Guys and the Bad Guys

Our story tells of a man grown old

His blood's still warm

but his heart's grown cold

He thinks he's still the man he was

But the young poke fun at everything

Everything the old man does

Marshal Flagg, Marshal Flagg

As men grow old their footsteps drag

Younger folks start making jokes

They'll be laughing at Marshal Flagg

They'll be laughing at Marshal Flagg

Laughing

Laughing

At Marshal Flagg

A man recalls all his youthful days

When he tasted life in a million ways

He dreams his dreams, at times it seems

That he's only two times ten

That he's full of fire again

The man he was way back when

Marshal Flagg, Marshal Flagg

As men grow old their footsteps drag

Younger folks start making jokes

They'll be laughing at Marshal Flagg

They'll be laughing at Marshal Flagg

Laughing

Laughing

At Marshal Flagg

Damn red-headed chicken thief!

Blow his stealing head off.

Damn fox ate another one

of my hens this morning.

Consarned thieving...

Well, get down off of there.

Come have a snort.

- Nippy, huh?

- Nippy, hell!

I damn near froze last night.

- Why didn't you sleep inside?

- Walls and roofs is for city folks.

- Well, then why did you build it?

- Never built nothing like it before.

Grundy, either your coffee

or your liquor's getting awful rancid.

- Chaw?

- No, no.

- So what no-good you been up to?

- Just the usual.

- I saw some...

- What?

- Saw some...

- Grundy, will you please spit?

Saw some men yesterday.

Down by the flats.

- Who were they?

- Never seen them before.

- What'd they look like?

- Mean.

- What do you mean "mean"?

- Just mean. Ornery.

Well, what were they doing?

How many of them were there?

Not much of anything. Just sitting.

About a dozen of them.

Well, didn't you see anything

or hear anything?

I heard a couple of names.

One was called Waco.

And another called...

I can't remember exactly.

McBride, MacLean, McKay,

something like that.

- McKay? Did you say McKay?

- Something like that.

What did he look like, this fellow, McKay?

- Only saw his back.

- From the back then!

Well,

he was tall, taller than the rest.

He wore them long Mexican spurs

with the pointed rowels.

His horse and his clothes,

what color were they?

Black. Whole outfit, horse and man.

Even his holster.

I remember that,

because he wore it high on his belt.

Not low, like some of these

showoffy young'uns.

John McKay. That's who you saw.

You mean the McKay? Big John McKay?

That's right.

Thought he was killed years ago,

down along the Red River.

So did I.

Thanks for the coffee.

- If you need an extra gun, count me in.

- Thanks, Grundy.

Hot damn!

There's finally gonna be some action

around here.

Up. Here you go.

You weren't so eager

to get rid of me last night, Jed Davis.

Come on, Ginny,

there wasn't nothing personal about it.

Nothing personal!

Be the first time you ever laid hands

on me that it weren't personal!

High time they closed that dirty place.

Been the shame of this city.

Harold!

- Hi, Nell.

- I don't know you, do I?

- Bye, Nell.

- I sure as hell should remember him.

Harold, you tell me immediately

how you know that woman.

Harold! Answer me this instant.

She's a friend of Pa's.

Hey, Nell, give us something

to remember you by.

This'll remind you

of what you'll be missing, boys.

- That's my garter.

- No, it's mine.

Give me my garter, will you?

- I swear to...

- Fight!

I never figured on this much fuss.

Well, Howard, fuss is publicity.

Publicity is votes. Remember that.

I congratulate you, Mayor Wilker.

That establishment

was a blight on the entire community.

Right you are, Mrs. Peters.

It's a civic disgrace. The work of the devil.

Don't worry, Ed.

The house will be open right after election.

Good. Good. Good.

Oh, good.

Come on, Howard.

So long, Charley.

Dirty thing.

Take your hands off me!

Bye. No hard feelings anymore.

Goodbye!

Bye.

This is for you, Jim, for being

the nicest marshal we've ever known.

All right, girls, let's hear it for the marshal.

- Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!

- Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!

- Hip, hip, hooray!

- Hip, hip, hooray!

Well, back to the office.

Public servant's work is never done.

- Mayor.

- Yes?

Oh, Flagg. Good morning.

Gonna need about 20 men.

Volunteers for a posse.

- Posse? Did you say posse, Jim Boy?

- That's right.

You have them

bring their guns and ammunition,

meet me over at the courthouse,

and I'll get them sworn in and we'II...

Wait a minute, Jim. Now wait.

What is all this posse talk?

You know that train that's due Saturday

with the money for the new bank?

- Yes.

- Well, I think there's gonna be a holdup.

- Holdup?

- That's impossible.

John McKay has been seen in the territory.

And who the hell is John McKay?

Who the hell is John McKay?

For your information,

Mayor Wilker and Deputy Boyle,

John McKay is one of the most wanted

outlaws in the country.

Oh, you mean Big John McKay,

that old-time train robber.

- That's right.

- Sure, I remember now.

I read about him in the pulp books.

He used to be pretty famous

around the time

the James boys was cutting up.

The James boys?

Ye gods, that's over 20 years ago!

Yeah, but wasn't he killed,

somewhere down in Texas?

Well, if he was,

I wouldn't be standing here

saying he's planning a holdup,

now would I, Mr. Boyle?

Yeah, but the book said that...

I don't give a damn what the book said,

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