Red Sundown

Synopsis: When his life is saved in a shootout by a fellow gunman whose life he in turn had saved, Alex Longmire promises to give up his way of life. Riding into town he finds the only job available is deputy to sheriff Jade Murphy, an honest man caught between small farmers and a local cattle baron. And he has a pretty daughter. So Longmire decides to stay and see if he can use his expertise with firearms for good.
81 min



Do not be a pig.

I don't no know how long I coulda held out.

You are Alec Longmire, ain't ya?


I'm Bud Purvis.

Heard they got ya at Mobeetie.

I'm a hard man to hold.

Where ya headed?

You tell me.


Good enough.

I've heard plenty about your kickaroo draw.

They say it's the fastest yet.

Just tricky.

When I was your age,

I thought of nothin' else.

Used to practice the

draw 2 or 3 hours a day.

So did my brother Mike.

He's dead.

It makes ya think.

Sure does.

Mike used to ride with McCormick, didn't he?

Yeah, a long time.

They got McCormick last week.

I was with him.

Hey.. uh, where we can wash up?

-Out there.

You go ahead.


Wow, there's nothing like it.

I'm kinda hungry.

How 'bout you?

I ain't eaten since I left Mobeetie last night

'It's about time then.

-I'm fresh outta cash.

Forget it.

Somebody's gettin' up steam for a big night.

Sounds like they got a head start...

Come on, set 'em up on him.

That's what he thinks.

This time it's on you!

Frank, should see your face!

You know I'll tell you something,

If he wasn't my brother I'd...

-Come on, what are you waiting for?

-We came all the way to St. Louis to get that deck boys.

Come on, cut 'em loss!

This table's taken mister.

Yeah, I took it. Okay?

I asked you if it was ok.

My brother asked you a question.

That's no kinda answer.

Come on, Alec.

Anybody home?

This is the end of the line..

These horses are beat and so am I.

I'll bet you got a sack of coffee in that bedroll.


They'd spot smoke

5 miles away.

I sure am hungry.

I got some bread and a jar of strawberry jam.

Well, what are you waiting for?

This place sure looks deserted.

I must be getting old.

I remember once I could take

all this and think nothin' of it.

I'm a little beat myself.

Naw, naw, I mean old inside.

Just think, last night I was waitin' my trial in Mobeetie.

Until you showed up, I wasn't sure, but

what I'd been better off stayin' there.

We're not in the clear yet. Here.


'Hmm', that sure is good.

There's nothing like strawberry.

Where were you goin', when you picked me up?

Just givin' the horse his head.

That what started me.

I took a job once.

Worked a while, got restless and then drifted.

I had a chance to pick up some easy dough with my gun.

I took that too.

You know what I'd do,

if I had it to do all over again?


I'd get me a real job and stick with it.

30 and keep?

I'd even work up for less.

I've hired my gun a lot of times

and made plenty with it.

And now I even got the

makin's to show for it.


No, sir...

not even the makin's.

Down there .

Spot! Wake up!

Get outta the door.

Hold this against ya. Tight!

You'll feel better stretched out on the bunk.

Maybe it's not as bad as you think.

- Do not kid me!

Do not waste lead.

We'll sweat them out..

I've been with a lot of men when they died...

I've heard 'em laugh at the end.

I've heard 'em curse and whine.

I was with Joe McCormick when he got his.

He shore went slow.

He kept lookin' back on his life and tying to

place the blame for the mess he'd made of it.

You know what I think?

- What Bud?

We ain't got no one to blame but ourselves.

Alec! I been thinking.

Dig yourself a grave.


Yeah, about 2 feet deep.

I'll cover ya up...

and leave an old tin can or a piece of

stove pipe stickin' out so you can breath.

When they rush us, I hold 'em off.

They'll think you got out some other way.

And I leave ya to them huh?

I ain't got a prayer and you know it.

Do what I tell ya!.

Why don't you get back on that bunk?

You never hear of anybody makin'

it with a bullet in his gut.

Come on.

I'm doing this to give you a chance.

All my life I've been at it.

A big hero, fast on the draw.

Kids taggin' after me in every town,

like I wore a medal.

Look what it's got me.

They sure weren't very considerate,

where they plugged me..

A guy warned me once...

like I'm tryin' to warn you now Alec...

but I wouldn't listen.

I was to big. Gimme your promise kid...

If you pull outta this, you'll quit livin' by the gun.

What do you say?

I promise.


Go on now and get the shovel. Hurry up.

About 2 feet deep.

Is a pretty neat job kid.

Maybe you missed your callin'.

Hurry up.

I ain't got much time.

This is for Frank.

What was that?

Now put that tin can over the end of the pipe.

Angle it under the wall

so you can breathe from the outside.

Here Alec.


This is all I got left from bein' a big man.

Do you think you'll be able to breath alright Alec?

Yeah Bud, it's okay.


Where are they?

They won't be long now.

Good luck to you kid.

Have a drink on me if you get outta here.

Where's the other one?

Are you comin' out?

He'll come out.

Well, where's the body?

Couldn't a been completely burned up.

Must've made it outta here.

Played us for chumps.

- What do we do now?

I do not know.

- What about this other guy?

-Leave 'im for the buzzards.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Boy, you're gettin' good Lester.

Let me try one.

- Hughie!

- Yes, Mom?

If you keep that up you'll wake the baby


Okay, Mom.

Come on, Chuck.

Yes, sir.

That was good shootin'.

One of these days I'll buy me

a genuine sixgun.

They costs $ 17.

-Well... someday.

Let me carry it for awhile.

Pow. Got him!

Right between the eyes.

Do you think Jade Murphy really

shot it out with Wild Bill Hickock?

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Martin Berkeley

Martin Berkeley (August 21, 1904 − May 6, 1979) was a Hollywood and television screenwriter who collaborated with the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) in the 1950s by naming dozens of Hollywood artists as Communists or Communist sympathizers. more…

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