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- Four|- Pair of jacks.
Play for fifteen.
- Five.|- Fold.
Deal me out.|I'll be back for the next turn.
Same game, five card stud.
...when I deal, I like to start|with all fifty-two cards.
Keep the money,|just give me my horse.
- You'll get your horse and a rope.|- No, hey...!
- Hanging who?|- The new man, for cheating.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, George.|Wake up and get out here.
Lay still, boy. Come on.
How come you didn't hear|when they dumped me there?
I knew what was gonna happen,|and it did.
They weren't just five men, they|were a mob. I tried to stop them.
I believe you.
When a gambler lets his game|wind up in a killing,
pretty soon he don't have a game.
What about you?
Maybe you're right at that.
But I don't know, I can't swear to it.
You know, I always wanted|to bust into that glass
to find out what your hole card was.
What do you think it was?
Ace of diamond.
- Morning, Mr Evers.|- Hello, Van.
Stoney, Mace. How are you feeling?
- Never better.|- Same. How are you?
I'd say come and visit me,|but I know better.
- My daughter's in, go on up.|- Thank you.
- I had to get up early to pack.|- Pack?
People who stay have no place to go.|Where's your brother?
If you're going to say|goodbye again, say it.
- Goodbye.|- Say it properly.
All right... There.
That was one wore-out,|no-account kiss.
How was that?
Fine, but you wasted it.|I don't plan to come back this time.
It wasn't wasted.|You enjoyed it. And you'll be back.
Nora, you're the most foolish thing|in the world, a good woman.
With me she could end up|picking hay from her dress.
I just have instincts.
Nick! Van wants to see you.
Here I am. How do I look?
From up here, just about right.
You two have been fighting|each other for years.
What's your reason this time?
We don't need a reason.
I got one. I don't like him.
Just all the time.
Big mistake,|getting wound up with a gambler.
What do you do for a living?|Sit around till you own the ranch?
Only half of it.|The other half will go to you.
If Van was my husband,|you couldn't run him. He'd run you.
No way.|I've had a gutful of that from Dad.
Why don't they try|to get along with me?
- Hello, Van.|- Marshal.
- I don't even know his name.|- What do you do in a case like that?
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