The Restless Breed

# I belong to a restless breed

# Lots of action is what I need

# No more rules that will topple me

# Restless breed, restless breed

# I live my life with a lack of fear

# Got nobody to mind or heed

# I just go where the four winds lead

# Restless breed, restless breed

# I do what I want to, I live like I want to

# In no way approving, but things they keep moving

# A strange lonely burning That still leaves us yearning

# That seems to be trying to be all at one

# I belong to the restless breed

# Playing hard for the day I'm free

# Only true love will do the deed

# Restless breed, restless breed

# Restless, restless, restless breed. #

Since the end of the civil war, this band of cold-blooded killers, known as Newton's Raiders,

have been smuggling arms over the border

and straight through to Maximillian.

We want to help General Lorres defeat him

and create a republic of Mexico.

This is the area to which your father was assigned

to carry out his investigations.

He was found dead in the little border town of Mission, Texas.

Mission, huh?

Headquarters of Newton's Raiders.

The Department has granted your request to keep his badge and gun.

-Did anyone in Mission know who my father was?

-Only one man -

an unordained preacher, a lay evangelist - Reverend Simmons.

He has a small mission on the edge of town.

It's where your father stayed.

He told us of your father's death.

Anyone see what happened?

The reports of our investigators

have given us a very graphic picture.

'James Allan, a young, would-be killer and informer of Newton's,

'apparently overheard the plans laid out by your father and the reverend

'to trap Newton.

'Later, he was seen riding towards the Mexican border.

'Now, Newton's hideout is unknown.

'He's contacted through relays of different riders.'

'The following night,

'Newton returned alone with Allan.'

ANOTHER SHOT RINGS OUT

'Newton is clever and elusive.

'As far as we know,

'he's not returned to Texas since killing your father.'

Doesn't give me much to go on.

Wait - stick to your law practice.

Your father's friend US Marshal Steve Evans requested the assignment.

-He's in charge.

-I don't take orders.

Your father wouldn't like that kind of talk. I know you're upset...

Yes, I'm upset. And I'll probably stay that way for a long time.

-Marshal Evans will keep in touch with you.

-That's not necessary.

And I won't be needing this.

Stay out of everybody's way -

people get killed for looking the wrong way.

I'll keep my eyes closed.

How much do I owe you?

Ten bucks - including your ride back to Edinburg.

You're not sure I'll meet you on Wednesday?

If you decide not to go back up north, you won't owe me anything.

I'll see you Wednesday.

EXCITED ATMOSPHERE

-Yeah?

-whiskey.

-What's going on?

-Cock fight.

-Twenty on the big grey.

-Give me part of it, too.

Where can I find the boss?

-I'm Jim Daley. Can I help?

-I said the boss.

-You wanna see Ed Newton?

-Do I?

He's away on a business trip.

When's he coming back?

-A day or two, maybe. Why?

-I'll take that up with him.

You're kinda nervous with that!

Who do I tell Newton was asking for him?

I'll be around. I'll tell him myself.

GUITAR PLAYS SOFTLY

Angelita, it's time the children were in bed.

-Yes, young man?

-Reverend Simmons?

Yes - but I'm not an ordained minister. These are my children -

by adoption.

Angelita, children.

I hear you have a place I might stay.

If you don't mind staying in a converted stall.

-That'll do fine.

-There's no charge.

Come with me.

This way! >

-How about making a contribution to the mission?

-That would be welcome.

I'll have a light here in a minute.

-You really take a lot of burdens on yourself, don't you?

-Someone has to.

The Indians don't want these half-breeds, nor do their fathers.

-Those kids are half-breed Indians?

-Yes.

Here you go, Reverend.

May the good Lord bless you.

I don't know who you are,

but this is one of the worst places in the world.

-Most border towns are alike.

-Not this one.

Our town is run by a gang of killers.

They're hired for protection by smugglers

who deal in guns over the border.

I thought the government stopped that.

Not yet. It's not an easy job.

They killed a secret service man sent from Washington.

He laid in that bed.

-I still don't know how Ed Newton found out about him.

-Ed Newton?

GUNFIRE

See what I mean?

Wearing a gun in this town is an invitation to murder.

Mike Williams, our new sheriff.

He's been here ten days. Our third in two months.

Don't go in, Sheriff. It's a set-up.

GUN FIRES

Morton!

Come down off of there.

Leave him alone, Sheriff.

-He's just having some fun.

-Stay out of this, Cherokee.

You were told to get out of town.

Yeah, I know.

Always spoiling the fun.

Go ahead.

Draw.

No.

Let's leave things just as they are.

Morton!

Look behind you, Sheriff.

What for?

So you can shoot me in the back?

You'll be damned in hell!

I didn't draw on him. I warned him!

Have mercy on this man's soul... Amen.

A dead man lies at my feet, murdered in cold blood.

Who among you is man enough to speak up,

-and name the killer?

-You can do better than that!

Again I say, if there's a God-fearing man among you,

let him speak up!

Name the murderer. ..Let me go! Let me go!

It's better up there, Preacher!

Is murder a subject for amusement?

-Louder!

-I ask for witnesses, for identification of the killer!

Come on, play! Good and loud!

Point out the killer.

Is there not one speechless coward

who can find his tongue and his soul?

You're the devil's agent! Let me go!

Let me go! He's like the devil!

He won't admit it, but you did him a favour.

Is that right?

Yeah. Things could have got rough.

Shut the noise down for a minute.

I've got something to say.

Hold everything.

We got another speech coming up.

As long as I'm in this town there'll be no more of this.

Who says?

This.

Do you know him, Cherokee? Who is he?

I don't know - but he's pushing his luck.

-Fill it up.

-I hope he's bluffing.

Another sheriff murdered.

Mayor Johnson!

The new fella told 'em

if there was any more killing, they'd answer to him.

-It's unbelievable.

-He told 'em.

Who knows? This may be the beginning!

He's on our side, be sure of that.

Young man!

-We're proud of you.

-This town is indebted to you.

-Nobody owes me anything.

Was it because of what they did to Reverend Simmons?

-Not exactly.

-Then what prompted you to make that challenge?

I don't like to see a representative of the law killed in cold blood.

-Was the sheriff a friend of yours?

-I never saw him before.

-If you're bringing law and order to us, you'll need this.

-No, thanks.

-You can't take the law in your own hands.

-They did!

-I say we should call his bluff. Fire the guns, Morton.

-Let's forget it.

He'll run clear out of Texas!

Who are you, and where are you from?

-It's not important.

-We should know for your own good.

-What if something happens to you?

-Don't be concerned about me.

-Get up on the platform.

-I've had enough.

Get up on the platform!

All right, all right.

-Clear the room, gentlemen.

-Cover the door.

GUNSHOT

They're at it again.

Well...

Looks like they're calling my hand.

GUNSHOTS CONTINUE

Don't go - they're baiting you like they did the sheriff.

If I back down now, you'll never be rid of them.

Stay here or you'll be hurt.

-He's on his way.

-Hide behind the bar. Stand by!

-You said he wouldn't come back.

-Worried?

-I don't like it.

Drop the guns.

He's just a hopeless drunk.

What kind of a man are you?

The kind who'll shoot him in the belly if he doesn't do what I say.

Now!

If you knew what was good for you, greenhorn, you'd have left town.

The first man who drops his arms to his side will die in that position.

I ought to finish you off right now.

Make one more move and I will.

-It's how they wanted it.

-Wholesale slaughter!

-They killed the sheriff.

-What are you doing?

-We have no doctor. I've had medical training.

-Get your hands off me.

-You'll die of lead poisoning.

-That's my worry.

You'll have to operate against his will.

-You shouldn't have thrown that drink at him!

-He'll be treated with care.

I know that, but HE doesn't!

-He still ain't touching me.

-That's just fine! I'll be at your funeral.

Hey, Daley, we could have the wake here.

A good cockfight will cheer us up.

JOLLY MUSIC PLAYS

CHILDREN SING ALONG

COFFEE POT SIZZLES

This is gonna hurt. You better bite that belt.

You better know what you're doing.

Angelita! Angelita!

-Where is he?

-The Reverend?

-No, the stranger.

-Something wrong?

The Reverend's operating on Cherokee. I tried to warn him...

-About what?

-Cherokee's men -

they'll kill him if anything goes wrong. Tell the stranger to hurry.

I'll be at the hotel.

-Seems I've got quite a reputation!

-Hurry, in case something happens.

Anyone would think I was a professional gunman!

-Aren't you?

-No. Are you disappointed?

If you're not, what are you?

I'd better see what's going on.

Give me a bandage.

Hurry - they're in room ten.

He'll be all right in a day or so.

-The device of the devil.

-Beautiful.

Did you thank him, Cherokee?

-I didn't ask him to do it.

-I wouldn't have bothered.

He's just trying to prove something.

-"Turn the other cheek"?

-It'll be in his next sermon.

Thank him, Cherokee.

I ain't thanking you. All you do is meddle where you don't belong.

-Son, you better thank God.

-You ain't heard the last of this, mister.

You're not as tough as you think, Cherokee.

-Oh, you scared me.

-Angelita.

The angel. Oh, come here.

-Let me go. You think it's funny?

-I think it's wonderful.

The price of having a fast gun in town comes high.

Haven't you ever tried to steal a kiss?

There's a legend about gun towns:

the man with the fastest draw owns everything.

You're jumping to conclusions.

-Leave Angelita alone.

-If that's how she wants it, I will.

Regardless of how she wants it. I'm trying to bring her up decently.

If she had her way, she'd be a bar room dancer.

She needs someone with tenderness, compassion and understanding.

I don't have any of those qualities?

I've never met a gunfighter who did.

KNOCK AT DOOR Angelita?

Come in.

It's late - you should be asleep, child.

-Is everything all right?

-Yes, everything.

This stranger - do you like him?

He is nice.

Angelita...

You must not allow yourself to like this man.

-Is there ever to be a man I can like?

-He's no good.

-If you'd only tell me why.

-He's a gunfighter.

Each day can be his last one. These men are killers.

They make enemies wherever they go, taking what they can, when they can.

Are you interested in such a man?

No.

Then for you he must not exist.

Goodnight, my child. God be with you.

HE KNOCKS

-Please, go away.

-Do you believe all his sermons?

Yes, I do.

He can't change what you are.

What is it you think I am?

Half angel, half woman.

I've never met anybody so...

KNOCK AT DOOR Goodnight, Angelita.

CONGREGATION SINGS

Well...

-Are you an archangel?

-An archangel?

Reverend Simmons says they're sent from Heaven to protect people.

Not me, honey.

-Where did you come from?

-A place where there are no angels at all.

Not from down there, either!

Where did you get such a gun?

-From my father.

-He gave it to you?

No, he just didn't have any more use for it.

CHILDREN'S VOICES FILTER IN

Remember - never shoot a gun unless you really have to.

Children! Get back inside!

-What have you been telling them?

-Oh, that I wasn't an archangel -

just a human being, like you.

Angelita, how did the other sheriffs get killed?

Street ambush.

They'll probably try to take me the same way.

Cherokee puts faith in past success.

Street ambush sounds about right.

Are you gonna walk right into it?

I waited till the service was over!

You can't just let them shoot at you!

Angelita, may I speak with you?

Do you know what he's going to do?

He's going out there to get himself killed.

Don't move!

Keep facing that window.

Throw your gun over here.

Hurry up!

-Where's the back door?

-Through there.

Drop it.

Walk over to that tree.

Stop.

Drop that gun.

Get down from there.

Turkey-step over to Jim Daley's.

Higher!

Higher!

Up on the platform.

Let's hear some music for 'em!

-HONKY-TONK MUSIC

-Now dance, come on - higher!

-I was afraid you'd have caused more bloodshed.

-They wanted to kill me.

It's gone far enough.

Hold it!

Get over here!

Now, get out of town, you two, and stay out!

Go on!

Is that better?

You might have been killed.

-Pretty lucky, I guess.

-I don't want to be unfriendly,

and I'm grateful to you, but...

-You still don't trust me, is that it?

-Yes.

As long as we don't know who or what you are, you must leave.

Now, look...

I can't risk the reputation of our mission

-or the safety of my wards by harbouring an outlaw.

-Uh-huh?

Earlier you were pleased cos I saved you and ran two guys out of town.

If you won't reveal your identity, I'm forced to draw conclusions.

Thanks, Reverend.

-Why are you making him leave?

-It's for the best.

-It always is!

-He's helped you!

-Don't question me.

-We'll never see him again.

-I pray so.

I've a feeling about him. He's here for some purpose - a sinful purpose.

SHE SOBS

Now, is that any way to act?

-Why all the tears?

-You shouldn't be here. Please go.

You don't want me to go, do you?

-Yes, I do. Last night I let you kiss me, but...

-I know. I'm sorry.

I was only having fun.

But this morning, before the ambush, it wasn't funny any more.

I saw a scared look in your eyes.

You did?

Yes.

-I don't want anyone to worry about me like that.

-Why not?

Cos... One way or the other, I won't be here very long.

It mustn't matter to anyone.

But it will, to me.

I don't even know your name.

Promise not to tell anyone else?

-I promise.

-It's Mitchell.

Is that your first or last name?

My first. Everybody calls me Mitch.

-Mitch.

-That's enough for now.

All right?

All right, Mitch.

Where do you come from?

-Where did you learn how to use...

-Just like a woman, asking questions.

Ah-ha!

-Tell us!

-We won't tell anyone...

Mitch.

-So you were listening, huh?

-Were you an Indian or cowboy?

He doesn't know if he's a redskin or a paleface.

Pal, when I was little, about your age and size,

I had a father who I thought was the greatest man in the world.

He taught me how to hunt and fish,

swim and how to shoot a gun -

better than any other boy my own age and size.

He didn't want me to be a gunman.

He wanted me to be on the side of law and order and go to school

and be very smart.

I loved him very deeply.

So even though I liked shooting, I did exactly what he asked me to.

He made you go to school?!

-For years and years.

-Then why didn't you get smart?

-You don't think I'm smart?

-You use a gun.

-Yes, I do still use a gun.

-It's a pretty one, though.

-Come on, now, both of you.

-Do what Angelita tells you.

Tell me why you still use a gun.

That's something I can't tell you, Angelita.

The Reverend was right. You are here for a reason -

a terrible reason.

What difference does it make?

A great deal.

Disappointed in me?

Yes.

Thought I was somebody special, huh?

Yes.

Somebody very special.

Well, you thought wrong.

WHISTLING

I'm sorry. I meant to have this stuff out of here.

Don't forget this.

I got it for the waitress down the street.

Never did give it to her.

-Did all three former sheriffs live in this room?

-One at a time.

You're gonna have company all right.

You'll have to share with Mr Evans.

Marshal. What brings you back here so soon?

There's a new man. Killed two of Newton's men last night.

Who is he? This is him coming now.

-Hello, Steve.

-Got the word you were headed here.

Do you mind, John? No, not at all, Marshal.

Come in.

You look the same, boy.

Your stone face never changes, either.

So you're the new tough guy?

Look, Steve, you know why I'm here.

Yeah. I'm afraid I do.

-And you don't approve.

-No, I don't, either personally or professionally.

-Who told you to interfere with the law?

-What law?

Your father's death will get special attention.

I'll handle it my own way.

I don't have to answer to anybody.

You're wrong. You'll answer to me.

-To you?!

-Yes.

-You've killed two men.

-Self-defence.

-Now you're waiting for another.

If you kill him, I'll see you hanged.

What are you trying to do, Steve? Save me from myself?

You couldn't make a murder charge stick.

When Newton sees me, he'll draw his guns. What jury would convict me?

I'll tell the jury that I warned you,

and that it was premeditated murder.

You've hardened up since the last time I saw you.

I mean every word I said.

Ed Newton is riding this way with two of the fastest gunmen around.

And he's going to need them.

-See sense, Mitch.

-Take your hands off me.

-You won't get away with it.

In the name of your father, who was closer to me than any man,

I disown you.

You're not his son. You're a hooligan out for revenge.

Not to satisfy your father's ghost, but your own ego!

Take your hands off me!

Bartender!

-Put a bottle of whiskey right here.

-Yes, sir!

I was the last person Mr Baker talked to.

I had no idea Mitch was his son.

I've known them since Mitch was a boy.

Mr Baker was fearless.

Mitch is the same as his father - just as headstrong.

We've closed in on the last of the main gang

who've supplied the smugglers with guns.

It was thanks to Frank Baker that we got close to them.

So Ed Newton is finished? Not in Mitch's eyes.

I've seen men do foolish things.

What are you talking about?

How fast on the draw are you now?

Look...just don't worry about it, huh?

Bet you can't even lift your gun out of the holster.

You mean like...this?

Please...

-Who is it?

-It's me, Allan.

-Just a minute.

All right, come in.

Cherokee, if you want, I can get him for you.

-Who?

-That greenhorn - Mitch Baker.

Baker?!

How do you know his name?

By hanging round Mission.

-Where is he?

-Over at Jim Daley's and he's drunk.

-Probably shoot better drunk than you can sober.

-Let me try.

No. Newton will take care of him personally.

-I think Baker knows who killed his father.

-You talk too much.

Cherokee, you don't suppose he knows

that I was the one who gave his father away?

You got paid, didn't you? Now, get out of here.

HORSE SNORTS

He's crazy! He tried to kill me!

Where's your gun?

I just dropped it. THEY ALL LAUGH

I guess you did!

He's here in town to kill Ed Newton.

Cherokee himself - he told me.

Quit laughing at me.

QUIT LAUGHING AT ME!

Hey!

Wake up.

I AM awake.

Come here.

Please, be quiet.

-I want to talk to you.

-You'll wake everybody.

Talk to me or I'll wake everybody in town!

You've been drinking.

The girl in the cage.

I'm sorry. I'm awfully sorry about your father.

What did old Steve tell you?

Get some sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

You should've heard what he told me.

It'll be all right. Everything'll be all right.

Will it?

Don't say it like that!

Half angel,

all woman.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

HE WHISTLES

KNOCK ON DOOR < Angelita, may I speak to you?

Yes.

You heard?

I heard it all.

He's so lonely.

And hurt.

I know.

He needs help.

I'll go to him tomorrow, do what I can.

If you don't stop him, he'll be killed.

I'll do everything in my power to help him,

for your sake and for his.

Goodnight, my child.

-< Cherokee, if you tell Ed Newton, he'll kill me.

-You talk too much.

HE WHISTLES

I'm sorry. I forgot I had to share this room with a US marshal.

Leave it on.

This is quite a hotel room.

I've slept in this room many times.

You knew all three of the murdered sheriffs, huh?

And liked 'em all. They were brave, honourable men.

Just like your father.

Did he ever tell you he saved my life once?

No.

We saw a lot of each other in those days.

Are you trying to lead up to something?

-He wouldn't want to see you ruin your life.

-You told me that before.

I think you covered everything.

-Do you know what your dad dreamed of for you?

-Sure, I know.

But that was all a long time ago.

Look, I'm tired.

You can't stand the truth.

I just don't want to talk about it.

You tried to blind yourself with whiskey, but it didn't work.

You tried to drown your conscience, but you're too good a man.

You're like your father.

Sure you want to do something about his murder.

But let me do it my way.

I'll see that justice is done.

Do you want everything your way?

Maybe I do, Steve.

Maybe I do.

< Marshal!

Cherokee left here, undoubtedly to see Newton.

He'll come riding into town with his gunmen, all primed for a kill.

Is Mitch Baker inside?

Yeah, he's playing poker.

He's tired of me. >

I'll talk to him.

He's not in a mood to listen.

He has to.

Good luck. >

Mitch, I must talk to you.

"Mitch"? Friendly, aren't you, Reverend?

Come on. We could use another player.

Yeah, Reverend, siddown.

-Could I talk to you alone?

-No.

-It won't take long.

-Siddown!

Deal the Reverend in.

Reverend, come on, siddown.

Hey! whiskey!

I don't play cards.

Sorry, I don't gamble.

I'll do the gambling. You just hold the cards.

For ten dollars.

I'll stay.

I'll stay.

The Reverend stays.

I'll stay.

Cards?

Uh, let me have two.

Reverend?

Reverend takes, uh, three.

-Spud?

-One.

I'll take three cards.

And the dealer...

takes three.

I'll bet 20 dollars.

-Call.

-I'm in.

Reverend stays and raises 20.

-I'm out.

-I pass.

Have to see 'em, Reverend.

Two pair.

Straight.

Straight?! Four, five, six, seven, NINE!

Wait a minute. What's the Reverend got?

Three jacks!

You win, Reverend.

It's uncanny.

Let's have a bottle of whiskey.

Mitch, may I speak with you?

Don't do this.

Destroy yourself and you destroy those who love and respect you.

You're no longer a stranger. You're one of us.

If you're killed - and I believe you will be -

you will bring shame and disgrace to your father's good name.

Revenge is for the weak, the cruel,

whose emotions lead them away from the path of righteousness.

Please, Mitch. What do I tell Angelita?

There!

He didn't want to take it.

Mitch Baker staked him and played for it, so it belongs to him.

He wouldn't get up from the poker table till he'd lost all his money.

You couldn't do anything?

Nothing. He's dead set, determined to face Newton.

Where'd he go? The hotel?

I suppose.

To the haunted room.

To die needlessly.

A boy who worshipped his father.

If you're looking for Mitch Baker, he's in number nine.

-Why did you come here?

-I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Mitch, I love you! Oh, Mitch, I love you!

Angelita, I told you before, I don't want you to worry about me.

-I don't care!

-Who told you to come here?

-No-one.

-The Reverend, huh?

-No.

Don't you realise that little girls shouldn't go to a man's hotel room?

I don't care.

Let Marshal Evans take care of Ed Newton.

The only way I can save your reputation is to marry you.

You can't marry anybody if you're dead.

You better go back to the mission.

-Not until you promise...

-I'm not promising anything.

-Leave town!

-Run away?

-Are you afraid of what people think?

I'm not going to run away from the man who killed my father.

I've prayed that you'd change your mind!

Angelita, believe me, if anybody could, it'd be you.

Then, Mitch, please.

Please, change your mind, for me!

That's all for tonight, boys, we're closing up. Go on, get out.

No use anybody getting hurt that don't have to.

You're under federal arrest.

Yeah? For what?

Murder.

That's a pretty serious charge.

You should've thought of that the day you killed Frank Baker.

You can't prove that.

I'll prove it.

I don't think you will.

Lord have mercy on you.

I hereby commiss...

Newton! I'm giving you ten seconds!

Come out with your hands up or I'm coming in.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine...

ten.

Time's up, Baker! I thought you was coming in.

< I am in.

Don't move!

Unless you want to die fast.

Holster your guns.

No!

Turn around, Newton. I want to get a look at your face.

What's the tin badge for?

A licence to kill?

If you resist arrest for murder, yes.

Let me go!

GUNSHOT

Oh, Mitch!

# Angelita!

# My angel, my own

# All the wonder of endless enchantment

# Is in the love we hold

# Angelita!

# I'm forever beside you

# You were free

# Just to lead me there

# Angelita

# True love is divine

# And the key to its mystery is yours and mine

# Angelita

# Angelita

# You have answered

# My every prayer

# Every prayer. #