Law and Order

Hey, give him one.

Gracias Seor.

Your deal, Luther.

Nice pot, Brandt.

First one tonight.

Keep the change.

Two bourbons.

It's called a Derringer.

You don't say.

Yep. It will fetch back

anything it goes after.

It looks to save girlies.

No, it's a handy weapon.

How many cards?

Give me two.

How many?

Hey mister, you've got quite

a cough there haven't you.

What are you? Portuguese?

Mexican.

Mexican, eh?

Si, Seor.

What are you doing for your cough?

I ride here from Chihuahua, Seor.

Trying to get to Denver.

Well, you'd better keep on moving.

You can cough longer there.

Gracias, Seor. Gracias, gracias.

How many cards?

Give me two.

Two.

How many?

I ain't staying.

How many cards?

Two.

How many you want?

I'll stand.

I'll take four.

[ Gunshot! ]

Your pot, Brandt.

I own this place. You fellows

put your guns away.

Leave that money on the table.

Don't you do it.

If you reach for that toy mister,

you'll never get that far.

Who are you?

That's got nothing to do with it.

"Frame Johnson" from Kansas.

There's a bit of chewing

tobacco on it, mister.

Come on, boys.

Adios, Mister Johnson?

I've already told you about

getting to Denver.

Si, Mister Johnson. Si.

Good luck.

Adios amigo, adios.

Saint Johnson... yes.

Wake up. Wake up.

What? What?

You just missed Frame Johnson.

What, Peace Officer Johnson?

Yes. Peace Officer Johnson.

He's the man that cleaned up Kansas.

The killing-est Peace

Officer that ever lived.

Frame... Johnson.

"My heart is like the

strings on my banjo."

"All broke for my pretty quadroon."

Let me have some more coffee, Deadwood.

Oh come on, let's get going.

This country is too peaceful for me.

What do you mean, Brandt?

No Indian country is peaceful.

Them Apaches are bad mothers.

No. It ain't Indians that's caused

all the trouble in the West.

It's the six-gun.

They made a mistake when

they passed that out.

Even made the skunks brave.

That was what Chuck was always saying.

Yeah.

Fine, how he looked that

morning in Dodge City.

Shot full of holes, he was.

And that white horse of his.

Beaten until it looked like a zebra.

They'd be here now I guess, if I hadn't

tried to put law and order in that town.

You jaw like you were done

with law and order forever.

This country don't want law and order.

You lost two of your best friends in

Kansas trying to enforce the law.

Yeah, that's why I want to put my

shooting irons away for good.

I reckon I can't do it alone.

No. If the West wants law and order,

it will have to get it without me.

The trouble with you Frame, you're

fifty years ahead of your time.

I agree with you, Frame.

I wouldn't mind settling down myself.

If I had a stake in a live

town to spend it in.

I might even send for Lotta.

Lord, I bet she's tired of traipsing

around from town to town.

I reckon it is just as tough being a

play-actress as it is being a gambler.

Well... what say?

Alkali or Tombstone?

Well Alkali might be

a sight more peaceful.

Tombstone don't sound peaceful.

Luther, what do you say?

Where do you want to go?

I don't care Frame.

Wherever you go suits me.

Well, there you are.

Brandt itches for the night life.

Frame wants peace and quiet.

Don't make no difference to me.

The life we're following, we're going to

get a belly full of lead sooner or later.

I tell what I'll do Brandt.

You want to go to Alkali.

I'll deal you one hand to showdown.

If I win, we go to Tombstone.

The bright lights.

And the bright lights.

Cut.

You superstitious?

Aces and eights?

The dead-man's hand.

Still want to go to Tombstone?

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