Wild Bill Hickok: Swift Justice

- Seems like we always get our man.

- Yep, it's time to flip that coin.

You're not serious.

Serious as ever.

Heads.

Justice will be served.

It was a crazy turn of events

that started your great-grandfather down

the road of becoming a world-famous gunfighter.

Was it a pack of wild Indians?

Was it a big army?

- In time, son, you'll learn it's not always

an army you're fighting outside in the world,

but many times, it's an army inside yourself.

What do you mean, papa?

It looks like rain.

Let's go over to the lake shed.

I'm gonna tell you a story.

I love stories.

- Well, you're gonna love this one.

It takes place a long, long time ago in the Wild West.

- I'm sorry, sorry, Marcus!

Another chance!

Marcus, please, please, Marcus!

This here fella,

doesn't feel the need to pay his debts.

A man always pays his debts.

You know, there's that old fella from ancient Greece,

Socrates.

He said that.

- My brother, he's always reading

and what you might call a worldly,

a learned man.

One thing I know, it's the mark of a barbarian

to shoot a man, unarmed, while he's on the ground.

And I, we, are not barbarians.

True.

Ten paces, agreed?

Now, I ain't into all that philosophy,

I don't know, I guess I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy.

- Now, I'm a meat and potatoes man, myself, brother.

What do you say, once we're done here,

we go to Boo's Saloon and grab us some meat.

Maybe, take that little Mexican girl for a spell.

- Damn, that Mexican girl is worth every damn peso.

- Yeah, bought think to the future.

That was a miracle.

That was rude.

What are you thinking about?

Where do you go?

You know, I've been thinking that

maybe we can go somewhere, together.

Maybe California?

Nothing ever happens here.

- That's exactly why I like this town.

Just think about it, Bill.

OK.

- You know, brother, this town is certainly

not known for its poker players.

- This is not a well-prepared steak!

Hey, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, brother.

We got some cards to play.

You're right, you're right.

Old man's on his toes.

- Are you gonna get dressed?

Do you really want me to?

No.

Bill! Bill!

- Cutty, how many times I gotta tell you

not to come crashing in here like a mad man?

- I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean no disrespect.

Miss Malena.

Hey Cutty.

Cutty, Cutty!

What is it?

- Sir, the Robby brother, they're in the saloon.

They're asking for Miss Malena.

Another hand?

Yeah.

OK, I will see your four.

Hm, yeah?

Well, I'm all in.

Grab your cajones, boys.

Robby, brothers, huh?

Marcus.

What took you so long?

- Way I see it, you two split about three days ago.

Found your horse though.

- Yeah, she was lame, I had to put a bullet in her brain.

Real slow like.

How's your wife?

Get off!

- Yes, sir, they've been drinking.

People are scared.

I don't need the details.

- Shouldn't we call the militia?

- No, we do not need to call the militia.

I want you to stay here.

- You don't want me to come with you?

Malena.

Keep your gun, come on.

Cutty!

- Well, now this young fella, Cutty, he was a bit young,

but, sometimes, young people can do extraordinary things.

What is "extraordinary"?

- Well, it's beyond what you think you can do.

Better yet, what most people think you can do.

- I think I wanna be extraordinary.

- You already are, young man, you already are.

So, what happens next?

Well, the Robby brothers...

Four of a kind.

- Hey, hey, not so fast, Mr. Philosophy.

You?

Thought so.

Royal flush, let me see that!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Get inside, go, go!

Go, get inside!

Marcus and Raymond Robby!

This is Sheriff Bill Hickock.

Throw down your guns and come out.

Hickock?

Springfield.

- Bill, I'm scared, I don't wanna die.

Hey, hey, hey, listen to me,

you are not gonna die,

you just do exactly what I tell you to,

you understand me?

Do you understand?

Marcus, Raymond?

Sheriff!

There's a lotta people in here,

you don't wanna get them killed.

Hey Sheriff!

How's that pretty wife of yours?

Oh, I forgot, she's dead.

OK.

Give me to the count of ten, the count of 10,

then you cover me.

Yes, yes, sir.

I'm out, Ray!

Ray!

Marcus!

Don't do it.

Drop it.

Cutty?

Escort Marcus Robby to jail.

Are you all right, Terius?

Yeah.

You wanted to see me?

- So how did these outlaws even get into my town?

- Apparently they'd been here before.

Before you took me on.

They asked for Malena by name.

- You mean, before I picked you up out of the gutter

and gave you something to keep on.

Yeah.

Did I invite you to eat?

Those boys robbed the Abeline train,

and killed ten contract workers.

I'm thinking they're the ones

that were choking our supplies.

What I need to know is can you deal with this?

Yeah, I can deal with it.

Rebecca!

My coffee's empty.

You do that again, I'll put your big head in a vice.

I'm sorry, sir.

- It's really hard to find good help nowadays.

These people, they come from the East,

they're idiots, just idiots.

Present company excluded.

You know it's bad enough we have to beg

the government to get these provisions.

Now it's gotta get stolen, and people

gotta ration all their food and their supplies.

It's a terrible situation.

Yeah, I can see that.

Well, at least now the provisions are gonna get through.

Keep the peace, Sheriff.

Go away.

- Sir, we're dangerously low on bullets.

- I think that's just a momentary situation

in a nowhere town.

Have a good day.

Oh, Sheriff.

What are you gonna do about Marcus Robby?

- I called the Marshal out of Abeline,

he's about three or four days out,

he's gonna put him in front of Judge Freeman.

Judge Freeman?

Now there's a merciless human being.

He'll have him hanged in 15 minutes.

Splendid.

Is that all?

Be gone.

What are you looking at?

A dead man.