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MAN:
You sure I can't interest you in a Smith and Lancelet watch? We make the best.
CHRIS:
I got no use for a timepiece.
JESSIE:
Your room is ready now, Mr. Larabee. You passing through Jericho on business?
CHRIS:
Yeah. My own.
MAN:
Perhaps there's someone special-- a friend, family member? You could give a gift.
CHRIS:
I said no, mister.
MAN:
I didn't mean to offend. Uh, please, let me, uh, buy you another drink. I truly am sorry.
SHERIFF:
Sir... you're under arrest on suspicion of armed robbery.
MAN:
This must be a joke.
SHERIFF:
You robbed a bank in Landen last week. I got the poster right here.
MAN:
I've never even been to Landen.
DEPUTY:
Tell it to the judge.
CHRIS:
I just spent three days in Landen. I didn't hear about a robbery.
SHERIFF:
Are you a lawman?

CHRIS:
No.
SHERIFF:
Maybe you're just one of those who likes to cause trouble. I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you, Mister.
MAN:
Poster don't look anything like me, please.
SHERIFF:
You keep your...
CHRIS:
Leave him alone.
SHERIFF:
You're interfering with an officer of the law. I'm an officer of the law!
DEPUTY:
Hey, hold on! Stop or I'll shoot.
CHRIS:
You don't shoot nobody in the back.

SHERIFF:
We'll let him tell it to the judge.

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DEPUTY:
This court is now in session. All rise. Get up.
SHERIFF:
Mr. Larabee, you have legal counsel?
DEPUTY:
Yes, sir, he does. You are charged with aiding and abetting the escape of a known felon and resisting arrest.
CHRIS:
He was no felon.
SHERIFF:
Counselor, would you advise your client to hold his tongue.
DEPUTY:
Shut up, fool.
SHERIFF:
Now... I could postpone this trial for a month if you could post the bail of $500. Do you have that money?
DEPUTY:
No bail, your honor.
SHERIFF:
Ah, well, then the trial will begin immediately. How do you plead?
CHRIS:
You go to hell.
DEPUTY:
He pleads guilty, your honor.
SHERIFF:
By the authority granted to me, I sentence you to five years hard labor with no parole.

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GUARD:
Open the gate. Get in there, I said.
WAGON DRIVER:
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
GUARD:
Come on out of there. Come on!
GUARD:
Shut the gate! Get the gate closed! We got a runner!
CHRIS:
Hyah!
GUARD:
Shut the gate!
CHRIS:
Hyah!
GUARD:
Don't let him get out! Get up there! Come on! Come here! Where you think you're going? You made a big mistake, boy. Get back. Get on back, now.
WARDEN:
Congratulations. You just bought yourself four days in the hole for attempted escape.
GUARD:
Here's his papers, warden.
WARDEN:
Whatever your name was out there... you can forget it. From now on, you'll be referred to as Inmate 78. I give a full bowl for a full day's roll. Do the work, never back sass a guard and do not fight with other inmates. Any violation of these rules results in
time in the hole.
CHRIS:
I want to get a letter out.
WARDEN:
What did you just say?
CHRIS:
I want to get...
WARDEN:
When you address me or any guard in this camp You use the proper appellation-- "sir."
CHRIS:
Proper what?
WARDEN:
You got an attitude problem, mister. That's already bought you four days in the hole. Now, do we have an understanding or would you like to try for eight?
CHRIS:
Man like you is easy to understand... sir.

WARDEN:
Eight days in the hole.
GUARD:
Come on, you. Let's go. Come on.

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JD:
Your sense of humor's about as good as your last hand, Buck. Let's see, uh, a three-legged dog walks into a saloon, right? And walks right up to the bartender and he says "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."( laughing ) Oh, come on.

NATHAN:
It ain't funny.
JD:
You don't get it, the dog has got three paws...
NATHAN:
I do get it; it ain't funny.
BUCK:
JD, you couldn't tell a joke if your life depended on it.
JD:
What are you talking about Buck? That's a funny joke, and I told it great. You just don't get it...Mrs. Travis
BUCK:
Did you laugh? I didn't laugh. Oh, hey there, Mrs. Travis. Would you care to, uh, to join
us?
MARY:
I was just wondering if you'd heard anything from Mr. Larabee.
BUCK:
Not yet, ma'am.
MARY:
Well, shouldn't we be concerned? He said he'd be gone three days at the most. It's been
ten.
BUCK:
Look, don't worry about Chris, okay? I know him, and, uh, he just likes to cut loose every once in a while, you know, unwind.
JD:
Ten days is a bit longer than usual, though, right?
BUCK:
Well, we can't all go riding out every time somebody decides to have a little fun. You'd be looking for me half the time if that were the case.
NATHAN:
Yeah but it do seem kind of strange we ain't heard from him yet.
BUCK:
He's just blowing off steam in some little brothel... ...some little hotel right now.

MARY:
How reassuring.
BUCK:
Believe you me, wherever old Chris is I tell you right now, he's having a real good time.

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PHILIPS:
Let's go, 78.
WARDEN:
We still got a problem, Inmate 78?
CHRIS:
No, sir.
WARDEN:
Put him to work, Mr. Philips.
PHILIPS:
Let's go.

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COOK:
Don't I know you? You were some kind of lawman maybe?
CHRIS:
No.
COOK:
Yeah, I know you from somewheres. Something tells me I don't like you.
PHILIPS:
Stop jawing down there.
COOK:
( spits ) Enjoy.

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CODGER:
You're new here, ain't you? You going to eat that? Uh-oh. Nice knowing you.
GAGE LAWLESS:
We're the Lawless brothers. You remember us?

CHRIS:
No.
GAGE LAWLESS:
No? Then you remember our cousin maybe, Jackie Pinder? Shot him dead in dodge city?
CHRIS:
He gave me no choice.
GAGE LAWLESS:
He was 18, a stupid hothead. You were much better. You could have winged him. But you didn't. You shot him right through the heart. You're gonna pay. Get up.
CHRIS:
He wasn't trying to wing me.
GAGE LAWLESS:
That ain't the point.
CHRIS:
I don't want any trouble.
INMATE:
Fight!
CHRIS:
Come on! Come on!
GUARD:
Let him go. You dogs! What are you, biting on each other?! Come on, move! Get over here! Both of you, get over here! Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up! Get up!

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DOC SIMMONS:
Hold still, doggone it. You're messing with my aim. Whoa Hell, no. This here's medicinal. Keeps my hands steady. You know it takes a pretty special man to get hisself thrown in the hole five minutes after he come in here.
CHRIS:
Yeah? I don't feel so special.
DOC SIMMONS:
( chuckling ) No, I don't reckon you do. Reckon you didn't pay the bail neither 'cause if you paid the bail, you wouldn't be here. Sheriff Quince and the Warden got a nice little racket going here. Sheriff picks out someone he thinks has some money accuses him of some crime. Then the Sheriff contacts the man's family. Hell, half the men in this camp are waiting for their families to raise that bail money.
CHRIS:
Yeah? And the other half?
DOC SIMMONS:
Murderers cutthroats, thieves. They make this camp a little harder on the innocent man. But I figure you already know that.
CHRIS:
What happened to him?
DOC SIMMONS:
This place happened to him.
CHRIS:
( screams )

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EZRA:
Any word, Miss Travis?
MARY:
I just got this telegraph back from Landen. The livery said Chris boarded his horse there but he left town two weeks ago.
VIN:
How many towns between here and Landen?
NATHAN:
Four. He could have stopped by any one of them.
VIN:
Guess we'll find out.

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WARDEN:
Inmate 78! You've got a visitor.

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SHERIFF:
Inmate 78, I'm here to offer you the possibility of a retrial. It seems that some of the facts in your case could be reexamined. Now, all I need is for your family to post the $500 bail. Boy, I'd hate to see you at Christmas.
WARDEN:
Perhaps Inmate 78 misunderstands. We're offering you...
CHRIS:
I know what you're offering.
SHERIFF:
Oh, good. That's good that you know, because that will give you more reason to cooperate. See, we're the only hope you got of ever getting out of here.
CHRIS:
You don't want my money.
WARDEN:
We don't? Why is that?
CHRIS:
Because, if I get out of here... I'll come back... and I'll take you both down.

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DEPUTY:
Can I help you gentlemen?
VIN:
We're looking for a friend.
DEPUTY:
Well, he must be a very valuable friend if a whole posse has to look for him.
JOSIAH:
Name's Chris Larabee. You, uh... you seen or heard of him?
DEPUTY:
Chris... Chris Larabee. He wouldn't be that egg-sucking, horse-thieving gutter trash from up Fort Laramie way, now, would he?
VIN:
Easy, Buck. No, sir. Wrong man.

JOSIAH:
Jericho, huh? Don't look like no promised land to me.
VIN:
Probably another dead end.
BUCK:
Maybe not.
EZRA:
What, in heaven's name, would induce anyone to stay here?
BUCK:
You don't know Chris.

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JESSIE:
I'm open seven days a week, sir.
JOSIAH:
Even the Lord rested on the seventh day, ma'am.
JESSIE:
Well, the Lord wasn't running a boarding house.
JOSIAH:
I always figured that's what heaven was.
JESSIE:
( laughing ) Oh... you a preacher, by any chance?
JOSIAH:
Used to be. Used to be. Now, I'm just a man on a mission. In fact if you're here every day like you say maybe you can help us, Missus...

JESSIE:
Oh, call me Jessie.
JOSIAH:
Josiah. This here's Vin Tanner. And, uh... we're looking for a wandering friend.
VIN:
Name's Chris Larabee.
JESSIE:
I'm sorry. I don't recollect anybody by that name staying here.
VIN:
May have come through Sunday before last. Light hair, dressed in black.

JESSIE:
Doesn't sound familiar. But then, the Lord blessed me with many things. A good memory wasn't one of them. Oh, looks like your friends are going dry over there. Excuse me.

JD:
So the three-legged dog walks right into the saloon. He walks right up to the bartender... he says... "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw." "My paw"... three-legged dog...
EZRA:
You might want to work on your repertoire, son.

JD:
What are you talking about?

NATHAN AND BUCK:
Told you.

SHERIFF:
You know, I'm not sure I like all these new guns rolling through my town without so much as an introduction.
VIN:
Well, there ain't no time like the present, sheriff.
SHERIFF:
I'd like to know your business here if you don't mind.

JESSIE:
Well, this is Mr. Vin Tanner, Sheriff. He and his friends are looking for a man named Chris Larabee. They think he may have passed through here.
SHERIFF:
I don't recall any Chris Larabee but I'll be sure to keep my eye out for him. Now, you fellas plan on staying in Jericho I'm afraid I'm going to have to collect those guns.
BUCK:
( snickering )

SHERIFF:
Something funny there partner?
VIN:
Thank you, ma'am.
NATHAN:
Ma'am.
VIN:
We'll be moving on soon as we get some supplies, Sheriff.
JESSIE:
They could be trouble, Quince.
SHERIFF:
Nah. Don't worry, ma. I can handle them.

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COOK:
Move on. Stop your bellyaching. Oh, you again, huh?
CHRIS:
You spit that out, I'll spill your guts. I guess you didn't hear me. Enjoy.

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WARDEN:
I will not allow you men to slack off from work. Inmate 46, here has been hiding in the infirmary taking it easy. We'll have no more of that.
INMATE:
Leave him alone!
WARDEN:
Who said that? Stick! Get up, you lazy dog! I said get up!
CHRIS:
Get off him!

WARDEN:
You know what the penalty is for striking a prison official? Step aside, Inmate 78.
CHRIS:
( groans )
PHILIPS:
Just step aside, Inmate 78.
CHRIS:
( grunting )
GAGE LAWLESS:
He's going to get hisself killed.
CHRIS:
( groans )
WARDEN:
You're crazy, boy. I can do this all day, Inmate 78.
( Chris groaning )
PHILIPS:
Stay down, man.
WARDEN:
You ain't going to make it, boy.
CHRIS:
( gasping )

( clanging ) ( pounding ) ( clanging )
GAGE LAWLESS:
Come on, get up.
( clanging stops )
CHRIS:
Just leave him alone. Sir.
WARDEN:
Take Inmate 46 back to the infirmary... Mr. Philips!
PHILIPS:
Hold this.
WARDEN:
Go on get yourself fixed up, as well, 78. I got plans for you.
GUARD:
Come on, 78. Let's move it, here.
WARDEN:
Get back to work.

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DOC SIMMONS:
This is getting to be a bad habit with you. Hold that.
CHRIS:
How's he?
DOC SIMMONS:
He's doing fine. I remember when Quince first brought him in here. One tough hombre. Wouldn't take no guff off the warden or the guards and everybody liked him. Even the real felons. Some inmate thought he was a Texas ranger coming in here searching for the missing. Some thought he was an Indian tracker. Whatever he was, he was strong and proud and stubborn. Kind of like you.

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