Last Man Standing

Subtitles by demonseye

It's a funny thing.

No matter how low you sink, there's still a right and a wrong.

You always end up choosing.

You go one way so you can try to live with yourself.

Or go the other and still be walking around.

But you're dead and you don't know it.

I was coming through Texas on my way to Mexico.

I needed some time to hide out.

I had spent most of my life on the dodge.

Drunk or sober, I got no complaints.

Even if I did get my hands dirty on the way.

Jericho.

It was a jerkwater town maybe 50 miles from the border.

Dirt streets, ramshackle buildings...

And one thing for sure, you couldn't find it anywhere on the map.

For the most part, I was a big-city guy.

I like pavement under my feet and bright lights after the sun goes down.

I figured this old burg

was just the kind of place you gassed up the car, got something to eat.

If you got stuck, maybe spent a night.

Then I got a look at her.

That's when all the fun started.

It's not a good idea to be looking at Mr. Doyle's girl that way.

I remember a guy once told me this is a free country.

Jacko. This guy thinks it's a free country.

Now you're free to go.

Sheriff's office is right over there in case you wanna complain about anything.

Your light's out.

I seen it. Right outside the window.

You know what I'm gonna do about it?

Not a goddamn thing.

But I know what you ought to do.

You ought to get your spare, put it on your car...

and just drive on out of town.

Ain't that right, Bob?

Hm. You gotta forgive Old Bob. He ain't much for talk.

Oh, hold it.

Let me tell you something.

If you're really planning on sticking around...

don't be coming to me for help.

You're on your own here.

We already got a fella in the window of the undertaker.

Do yourself a favor.

First thing, get a firearm.

First customer I seen all week.

Want a whiskey or beer? Don't have much else to offer.

Whiskey.

What happened to Prohibition?

Oh.

We don't pay much attention to it here.

- You got a phone in this place? - Who you wanna call?

My mama.

Sure. We got phones.

But they ain't workin'.

Since you gotta have a switchboard operator to run 'em.

- You got electricity? - Yeah. Got that. Runs on gas generators.

Hope they stay workin'.

Nobody left to fix 'em if they go bust.

To tell the truth...

most of what they call decent folks been run off.

Really ain't much left here but a ghost town.

Some damn sheriff.

Making a profit just stayin' in the middle grafting off both sides.

I think Mr. Doyle bought him off first. Or maybe it was Strozzi.

- Who's Strozzi? - Hm.

That's the other gang here.

Strozzi and the Italian fellas.

Both gangs took over this town. Run off all the regular folks.

Come from the same big city.

They don't like each other much.

Bootleggers.

You got Strozzi at the Sweetwater and Doyle's bunch down at the Alamo.

They leave me be because I stay to myself.

They think I'm crazy.

What the hell are you doin'?

Gonna go see the fellas who wrecked my car.

Have a little talk with 'em.

I hadn't gotten a real warm reception...

but I started thinking maybe this was my lucky day.

A crook for a sheriff and two bootlegger outfits

that hated each other.

If I played it right, I could make some easy money and move on.

Ma'am.

I thought I made it real clear

who you can and can't be lookin' at around here.

That's Mr. Doyle's property.

I came here to see you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Did you get that car of yours fixed yet?

I'm runnin' a little low on cash.

I was wondering if you could maybe help pay the damages.

I guess maybe you'll have to kill me.

It'll hurt if I do.

Tell Mr. Doyle if he had hired smarter guys, none of this would've happened.

It's all about booze. Gets smuggled through here from Mexico.

We're a part of a family operation in Chicago.

So what we got here is close to a civil war.

Except now we got a truce.

What's my guess? This truce ain't gonna last.

Especially after Hickey gets back.

That's why you're here.

Who's Hickey?

Hickey is Doyle's right-hand man. He's a sweetheart, this guy.

Looks like somebody carved him up for a Sunday dinner.

Talks like this.

Forget it.

What about you? You got a name?

Huh?

- Smith. - Smith. What? Smith what?

- What, you got a first name? - John.

John Smith.

- John Smith. All right. - That's a good one.

You on the run, huh?

Where you from, Mr. Smith?

Back east.

John Smith from back east. All right.

I heard that you wanted to see me.

Yeah, that's right.

What's the matter? What, did I interrupt something important?

She was doin' her nails.

Well, this is Lucy. Yeah, she's a real nice girl.

She a real pretty girl. She got big mouth,

but she's gonna keep it shut and act very friendly now, right?

Lucy, would you please take Mr. Smith to his room?

So I guess Strozzi hired himself another bum.

- You got it all figured out, do you? - Yeah. I'm a fortune teller.

Don't worry. Working for Strozzi has its advantages.

You're gonna love your room.

The skirt was from just outside of Cicero.

Strozzi told me he had her sent down here to keep up his morale.

It was the first time I ever heard it called that.

But try and keep it down up here, okay? My room's right underneath.

I'll try not to make too much noise when I'm jumping up and down on the bed.

Sunday dinner was a real event.

Strozzi might've been a small-time crook,

but he tried to run things like he was somebody important back in Chicago.

He had an army of 20 shooters.

As far as I could see, most of them were goofballs.

It was all right out of some dime novel.

You don't like pretty girls, huh?

- How's the food? - Good.

Huh?

I brought these mamas in from Chicago. Food here is terrible.

It's good, huh?

- Yeah. I like garlic. - All right.

- What is this? Nobody waits? - You're late.

- I had important business too. - While you were doing

your important business, things are happening.

We now have a new employee. Mr. Smith, this is Giorgio Carmonte.

He killed Finn. That's Doyle's best guy next to Hickey.

No!

I know all about it.

- And you hire him? - Yeah.

Yeah, what do you think that looks like to Doyle in keepin' the truce?

You wanna tip Doyle off? Plus, who the hell is 'e?

Doyle's guys are scared o' him.

Hey, hell, he was in town 20 minutes, he killed one of them.

Doyle ain't gonna do a goddamn thing with Hickey out of town.

The only thing that cockroach might try is to hire this guy for himself.

Yeah, well, I don't like it. I don't like changes at the last minute.

And I don't like new faces...

You got a problem with me, Giorgio, you take it up with your boss.

I just work here.

So I decided to give up my free room.

I had seen the real thing and these guys were a long way from it.

I wasn't sure if he was getting a wooden box ready for me

or if he just wanted to say thanks for the business.

Well, look who's here.

Last time I saw you, you was gonna have a talk with some fellas.

Next thing I hear, one of 'em is dead.

Conversation sort of went downhill.

Ain't that right, Bob?

He don't talk much. But his ears work good.

You got a room you could rent me?

Surprised you ain't stayin' with your friends at the Sweetwater.

There's a room upstairs. To tell you the truth, I can use the money.

You got a name?

Mine's Joe.

Okay, Joe.

You let me know when this runs out. I'll give you some more.

Yes, sir.

- Got girls for hire in this town? - Hell, yes.

You're in West Texas.

Round the corner. Third door on the left.

You can certainly afford 'em.

You remind me of this guy that used to come see me

when I worked in New Orleans.

He looked a lot like you. You ever been to New Orleans?

He was nice. He wasn't as quiet as you, though.

But you two almost look like brothers.

Except he had tattoos. I think that he was in the Navy, but....

No. And he used to come and see me every Friday or Saturday night.

His name was Clarence.

I had a lot of fun in New Orleans.

Sorry I ever came to this lousy town. There's nothing to do here.

I'd take every dance class imaginable

cause I wanted, umh, to be a dancer

and so I came here because it's off... Aah!

- Let's go! - Hurry up. Let's get out of here, man.