The Far Side of Jericho

Synopsis: Jericho. In the 1880's. Three women of the wild West, widows of an outlawed gang of brothers recently hanged, find themselves running for their lives from a corrupt posse of vigilantes, mystical Indians and a hornet's nest of villains - all are convinced that our mismatched widows hold the key to the whereabouts of their husbands' missing bank loot and a mysterious treasure. Along the way, the women must find the courage to trust, care and kill for one another, blazing the trail to their destiny. A destiny buried on The Far Side of Jericho.
Genre: Western
Director(s): Tim Hunter
Production: First Look Home Entertainment
99 min



They're hangin' your husbands at noon.

They're bringing in

the Thorntons.

They're the ones

that got our money.

They got the Thorntons.

I had my life savings

in that bank.

Make way, boys.

Hang 'em!

If we don't water these animals,

we'll end up walkin' to town.

The bank in Dutchman's.

How could they?

So close to home.

I don't believe it.

Charlie said the banker's daughter got

her head blown completely clean off.

Better prepare


I've never seen three people

hang at once. Two maybe.

Once time over

at J udge Parker's tree,

but they were I njuns,

so that don't count.

Go back to the ranch, lock the

gate and hang tight, Charlie.

This is no time for those stolen steers

or those Army mules to go visiting.

You don't know

they're stolen.

We sure married

into a den of thieves.

I think of 'em

as highwaymen.

And bank

robbers now.

Rock of ages

Cleft for me

Let me hide

Myself in thee

Let the water

And the blood

From thy wounded

Side which flows

Not the labor

In my hands

Could fulfill

Thy law demands

Told you,

my darling Greta,

we'd see the dead faces of the

men who took your life from me.

I'd hustle up some more ice there,

M r. Van Damm, if I were you.

Looks like it's gonna be

hotter than hammer today.

I got a. 44 ball

in my foot.

Any a you gals got a drink

of whiskey for Little Jemmy?

Thank you.

Oh, hell,

that ain't right.

This ain't right,


Hanging a wounded

man like this.

You'll be out

of pain soon, trash.

You all know

Little Jemmy Thornton.

And all of you know that

this young man's single fault

was not his skill

with a running iron.

Or occasionally road-mining a stagecoach.

But his failure to avoid low companions.

He was always fair and

generous with his friends.

Always a smile

on his face.

And a whistle

on his ruby lips.

And we know he'd never do a thin' wrong.

Oh, please Lord.

Open that safe or I'll

split this child

like a spring hog.

I told ya.

The combination don't come until

tomorrow on the payroll stage.

There's nothin'

I can do.

Everybody knows that Cash

Thornton never killed a man.

Kiss my little brother's dead a**hole

and goddamn

your lyin' eyes.

Praise the Lord, boys!

When the man shows up in

hell with a curse on his lips,

Satan smiles.

Don't fight me. This ain't your first time.

You have no

cash in your pocket.

No, but I got this.

Little Jemmy's gonna kill you,

Cash Thornton.

One to go.

I know that Frank Thornton

might deal a second now and then.

And he might put his brand

on someone else's calf.

But I know he was always a gentleman.

Jake? Do something, you

custle-gutted son of a b*tch

or I'll blast your brains in the dirt.

Goddamn it, Maxine. No need

to point your pistol at me.

You used to be a decent woman 'til you

started hanging around with this trash.

Takes trash

to know trash.

All right, folks, it's all over. Go home.

Their wives might know

where the money is.

The boys always did brag about

a stash they had somewhere

when they'd get drunk and

shoot their mouths off.

My fee,

M r. Van Damm.

Money is a seducer.

And the Lord works

in mysterious ways

but not without cash.


make damn sure

Greta makes it

to consecrated ground.

Well, Tucson. Or Agua

Piage is very, you know,

depends on the weather. She'll

have a good, Christian burial.

Concentrated ground.

Our men, too.


What the hell

was that?

I don't want Greta riding in

the same wagon as her killers.

It won't happen.

Hell, Van Dam.

I heard it was your teller that

killed your beautiful daughter.

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