Winchester '73

Boy, oh, boy, a Winchester '73!

What I'd give to have that gun.

"One of a Thousand"? First one I ever seen.

But, mister, that's a real gun.

I heard it took over a year to make it.

Yeah. They give the first to President Grant.

I'll sure be in good company when I win that one.

We've hit a lot of towns, Lin.

What makes you think he'll be here?

He'll be here. We've been wrong before.

He'll be here. On account of that?

If he isn't here already, that gun'll bring him.

Staying overnight, mister? Maybe.

We'll board your horses. Two bits in the corral with grain feeding.

Four bits to stall them.

Real clean stall? Yes, sir. You can look for yourself.

You look like an honest man.

Yeah. Take your word for it, mister.

I don't care! Let go! No, let go of me!

Why you've got no right to treat me this way!

I'm not doing anything now that I haven't been doing for the last six months.

Just till over the Fourth.

Why don't you pick on the gunslingers... Come on.

And the tinhorn gamblers,

instead of a girl trying to make an honest dollar?

And what about Steve? You know I'm expecting him any minute.

If he comes to town and finds I'm gone,

he's liable never to catch up with me.

Come on. Oh, no!

Is there something I can do for you, ma'am?

Stranger in town? That's right.

But I was talking to the lady.

Well, don't fret about it, Lola.

If Steve comes along, I'll send him on after you.

Thanks, anyway.

Get up!

Lola's all right.

Just that some folks in town think the dance hall girls

might give the place a bad name over the holiday.

Not that I'm one of them.

You boys plan to stay for a while? We might.

Dodge House about the best place in town.

Might be full up, but I'll put in a word with Jake.

Oh, might as well drop off your guns here at the office.

Let's have them. Now wait a minute.

You must have a real good reason to ask a man to do a fool thing like that.

We don't allow anybody to wear guns in Dodge City. Hadn't you noticed?

Who's "we"? Oh, didn't I introduce myself?

Well, where in the... Where'd I put that thing?

I had it here someplace.

A man get himself killed hiding his badge like that.

I'm the marshal, Wyatt Earp.

Oh. Well.

Come to think of it, everyone did look kind of undressed.

Yeah?

Virgil, here's some more guns. Take good care of them.

Wyatt, you gonna get this office so cluttered up with six-guns

a man won't have a place to spit.

We got half the guns in Kansas hanging on the wall right now.

An awful lot of law for one little cow town.

This is the kind of cow town that needs a lot of law.

You boys gonna try for the Winchester? I sort of thought I would.

You'll have some tough competition.

Who do you think is the toughest?

Well, as of now, Dutch Henry Brown.

You ever hear of him? No. Can't say I recall the name.

Local boy? No. I'd say he was sort of in on a pass.

Sign up for the shoot over there.

That's Dutch Henry Brown.

I thought you said you didn't know him.

I said I didn't recall the name.

Pick out a name. Write it down.

All right if I use my own? Some folks do.

Yeah, some folks do.

Lin McAdam, that'll be $2.

Being as you're a stranger and nobody knows nothing about you,

I'm just gonna make your odds five-to-one.

I'll take a little of that. And who would you be?

High-Spade Frankie Wilson.

With a hyphen. That's what I sit on when I get tired.

Friend of yours?

I wouldn't exactly call him that.

Personal matter? Yeah, very.

Have you got any goat's milk?

Ain't cow's milk good enough? Give it to our cat. Don't hurt her.

This personal matter,

I hope it can wait till after you fellows leave town.

It'll wait.

Oh, for the gentleman at the end.

From the gentleman at the far end of the bar.

Let's have a nice, quiet Fourth of July, shall we?

We're about to begin the proceedings. Right this way.

All right.

Gentlemen and ladies,

today at our centennial celebration,

we are going to make history here in Dodge City.

My old man shoots a Henry, and he says it's the best gun there is.

Gentlemen, if you please. Ain't no better than a Spencer.

It seems when the Winchester people...

A Spencer's better than anything you can get.

Young men, dry up.

Without being unkind to either the Henry or the Spencer,

do you suppose we could agree that this is the finest gun in the world?

Can I touch it?

You can, if you keep shut till I get done talking.

All right.

Fellas, this is what you're shooting for.

Take a good look at it and say a prayer.

Pass it along for the others to see.

That's real pretty. Mmm-hmm.

While the contestants are examining the prize to be awarded to the winner,

I'll tell you something about it.

It seems as when the Winchester people are turning out these here guns,

every so often, maybe one gun out of every 10 or 20,000,

well, it comes out just perfect.

Now naturally it ain't for sale.

I would give a year's wages for that gun, but money won't buy it.

It wouldn't be right to sell it.

So the Winchester people, they have given it a name.

They call it One of a Thousand, and that's a good name.

President Grant has got one

and Buffalo Bill Cody.

And today, you're going to see one of these here men

win something that I would give my right...

That I would give my left hand to own.

Now, if you folks'd behave yourselves, I could give my right hand.

However, that is the prize.

All right. First group, pick up your rifles,

get your shells from Bat Masterson and the sheriff here,

and take your position on the firing line.

Rules for the contest are,

three rounds of three shots each to an elimination.

High score wins.

Over there, boys.

Hold your rifles. Ready, boys?

Aim.

Fire!

One bull's-eye and two in the first for number 5.

One bull's-eye, two in the first, number 5.

Three bull's-eyes for number 6.

Three bull's-eyes, number 6.

Better check it. It's a real tight group.

You call it luck, or do you come by it natural?

Now, let's just say I learned from a good man.

Three bull's-eyes for number 7.

Three bull's-eyes, number 7.

Yahoo!

Almost the same grouping.

Huh.

Looks like you fellas might've learned from the same man.

Oh, he taught quite a few folks how to shoot.

Only trouble was, he taught him how.

He didn't teach him what to shoot at.

Maybe he figured a man should know that

without telling him.

Yeah. That was his big mistake.

He lived just long enough to find it out.

Well, all right.

Next group up to the line.

All rounds being completed,

the decision of the judges is

a tie between Lin McAdam and Dutch Henry Brown.

The targets... The targets will be moved back 25 yards.

You all right, Lin? Yeah. Find out where he put up his horse?

Right next to ours, next to Wells Fargo.

Don't try anything, not with Bat Masterson and Wyatt Earp around.

You gotta wait, Lin. I'll wait.

Pass the cartridges.

Ready?

Lin McAdam!

Three in the bull's-eye for Lin McAdam.

Dutch Henry.

Dutch Henry Brown!

Three in the bull's-eye for Dutch Henry Brown!

Looks like we could move this target clear into the next county

and they'd still be shooting even.

Wait a minute.

See if he can hit this.

Suit you?

Sure.

All right.

Ready?

Uh-huh.

Plumb center.

Here, I'll put up this time.

I wouldn't want to play my hand on borrowed money.

All right.

You ready?

Whenever you say.

I've never seen the bead of this shooting.

Well, it's not plumb center, but it is a good hit.

Well, wanna try again further off, McAdam? Hmm?

Further off? Oh, sure.

Might get a little expensive though.

Say, you want sell? Uh-huh.

How much? $1.

$1.

$1.

$1.

And I thought I had him beat. Yeah.