Last Train from Gun Hill

Where you going in such a hurry?

Come on, honey, not so fast, huh?

Slow down a little.

- Giddup!

- How about a drink, squaw-missy?

No!

Hi, Marshal!

Marshal Morgan!

- Marshal!

- Marshal!

Hey, what is this? A raid?

Where's Petey? He's not at the house.

At the reservation with his mother,

visiting her folks.

They'll be back this afternoon. Why?

Got a business deal cooking with Petey?

He was gonna show us the gun

you killed the Bradley boys with.

- He was, was he?

- And then how you did it.

- You've heard that story lots of times.

- You tell us.

- Come on, Mr Morgan!

- I got work to do.

- Come on!

- Come on!

All right! Come on.

What's this?

Feeding the kids hokey-pokey about

the old days. The Bradley Brothers.

I was at the window

when I first heard them, like this.

- That wasn't hokey-pokey.

- I don't think they believe half of it.

I opened the door very easy...

...very easy.

Where the ice-cream parlour is, there

used to be a dance hall, an evil place...

- Pink Poodle.

- That's right.

One of the Bradleys was up on the roof.

Jeb, over there with a shotgun.

And right across the street was Frank.

Boy, he was a real mean one!

Wish I'd been around in the olden times.

- Yes, those sure were the olden times.

- Must have been nine, ten years ago.

Don't even hear a gun

in the territory any more.

Be glad of that. Now, I was standing here

just so, my hands at my side.

And I tell you, I expected to hear

those guns go off any minute.

Bam! Bam!

- See those bullet holes?

- One was from Jeb Bradley.

- And the other from Frank.

- Now, don't go rushing me, boys.

Those Bradleys were a mean bunch.

- Then what'd you do, Marshal?

- Well, I tell you, sir, I drew.

Aimed...

What happened, son, tell me.

Here, calm down, son.

Here, tell your dad.

- Where's your mother?

- Back on the road.

What happened, Petey?

Andy, get some help!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine!

CB:

GUN HILL:

Rick Belden! Where you been hiding

yourself, boy? Sure have missed you.

Is that right, Minnie? What did you miss

about me? I don't understand.

I don't have to draw no pictures for you.

- What happened to your face?

- Vamoose, Minnie. I'm busy right now.

Looks like somebody scratched you.

Somebody with long fingernails.

I told you to go.

Does me good to see somebody scratch

you for a change. It's nice and deep.

- I said mind your own business.

- That's no way to treat a girl.

- What else you got to say?

- Hold it...

Something to say?

Anybody got something to say, say it!

All right. Come on, kid, let's go.

- What do you want?

- Nothing.

It's your pappy.

You borrowed something

of his and didn't return it.

Let's go. Your pappy's mighty

unhappy about you, boy.

All right. Now, tell me again.

How did he lose it?

We stopped for a beer, Mr Belden.

Somebody must have thieved the horses.

- While you was having your beer, right?

- That's how it looks, Mr Belden.

- What town did you say this was?

- Pawley. You know Pawley, Mr Belden.

Oh yes, yes, I know Pawley. Ain't been

a horse stole in Pawley in ten years.

- They're very civilised in Pawley.

- Somebody didn't know the rules.

- Here he is, Mr Belden.

- Hey, hey, hiya, boy!

Hey, Pa!

- Have a nice trip?

- Fine.

Hear you came by train.

Where are the horses?

- I don't know.

- Lee says they got stole. Right?

- Yes. We was having a beer in Pawley.

- You took my saddle. Is that stole, too?

Yes, sir.

That saddle means a lot to me.

- Yes, sir, I know.

- I want it back.

I figured I could pay you for it. You can

take it out of my wages every month.

I don't want the money,

I want that saddle!

Anybody else take my saddle, get it stole,

you know what I'd do?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

- What's that on your face?

- Nothing.

- Come here, let me look.

- Ain't nothing.

What do you mean?

Hey, that looks like a scratch, huh?

- Take a she-bear to lay a welt that deep.

- Yeah.

- One of those she-bears over in Pawley.

- Yeah, yeah.

You know, Rick would do better

fighting with men.

- Did you hear what Beero said?

- Yes, sir.

You gonna let him talk like that?

Man, I'd hit him.

He's just joking, Pa.

What's your name? Come on, boy,

what's your name? What? I can't hear.

- Belden.

- Then be a Belden! Hit him!

No man jokes like that with a Belden!

Now, you hit him!

- Beero.

- Yes, Beero!

If you don't, I'll knock you

right through that wall. Hit him.

Beero, don't you pull your punches.

That's enough!

Come on, son, get up.

Get up.

Get out.

Rick, I told you before,

somebody insults you, you hit him!

I don't care if you win or lose,

but you fight, understand?

Sure, Pa, I understand.

So, you got mixed up with a...

a she-bear, huh?

Yeah.

Rick!

I want that saddle

and the man who stole it.

- Petey all right?

- Yeah. He's asleep now.

You and I track them from the wagon,

from where they killed my daughter.

We find them, even if they gone

to Mexico, we find them.

Don't have to, Keno.

I know who this saddle belongs to.

- Who?

- Belden.

- Craig Belden?

- Yeah.

Then we call the sheriff at Gun Hill

and have him hold him.

I know Belden better than I know you.

I used to work with him, ride with him.

He saved my life once. He'd never

get mixed up in a thing like this.

- We'd still better call the sheriff.

- Sit down.

Belden must have 20 or 30 men

riding for him. Could be any one of them.

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