The Sheriffs of Savage Wells

Come on!

Come on, shoot!

Keep up! Come on!

Keep up!

Come on, buddy, shoot him!

Keep moving!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, here!

Come on, boys!

- Woo! We ain't never had a lawman that close on our heels.

- D'you think that sheriff caught Bart?

Might've.

But he ain't gonna get us. We're gonna see him first.

Any sign of him?

Drop your weapons.

And tell your cousin there to do the same.

A woman?!

- An impatient woman. Drop 'em.

All of them.

Kick it over here.

- That's not a woman. That's a child.

I'm older than I look.

Fortunately for me, you ain't smarter than you look.

Time to go, boys.

Who are you?

- Paisley Bell, sheriff of Savage Wells.

Sheriff!

I heard the Grantland Gang was shipped off to Laramie.

You heard correct, Jenny.

- You're a pretty good sheriff, Miss Bell.

I try to be.

- Do you think you'll ever be as good as Sheriff O'Brien?

He's the most famous sheriff in the world.

They write about him in the Laramie newspaper.

- He's been sheriffing for years.

I've only had a few months.

I can go prove as good as him in time.

- Do you really think he's done all the things

people say he's done?

- Marshal Hawking has written about Sheriff O'Brien

in his telegrams,

so I'd wager the rumors about him are true.

Let's sit you up.

Now I'll send you home with some powders.

Finished up?

- Your daughter's here, Mr. Bell.

- I've been here with Dr. MacNamara.

Hi, Papa.

Did I overreact in bringing him here, Gideon?

- He's noticeably more easily confused than before.

- I've been telling myself I'm imagining

how quickly he's deteriorated.

You're not imagining it.

You need to prepare yourself, Paisley.

He'll only grow more distant in time.

- He's also more often frustrated.

He used to be unceasingly patient.

It's impossible to predict

how the deterioration of his mind will change him.

The only thing I can say for certain

is that it will change him.

- It's a good thing then that this town has allowed me

to be acting sheriff.

I need the job and the income.

- You have been a very good interim sheriff.

Interim?

Do you know something I don't, Gideon?

- The town council met last night,

and we all agreed that Savage Wells

ought to have a permanent sheriff.

- I'm being made the official sheriff.

- Mayor Brimble sent out a telegram this morning

letting everyone in the territory know

that we're on the hunt for a sheriff.

Anyone interested is to report to town a week from today

so we can sort through the candidates

and give the best ones a chance to try on the job for size.

- I've been doing this job for months.

Was the town council even gonna tell me

about this sheriff roundup?

I'm telling you.

- I need this job. I've earned this job.

I know and now you know

this is how the job is going to be filled.

Time to go home, Papa.

Where... Where is that?

- It's not too far. I'll show you.

Will Joshua be joining us?

Joshua?

Don't ask.

- Morning, everyone. Thank you all for coming.

Now...

Oh, are you also here for the job of sheriff?

Mm-hm.

- What's your name? Cade O'Brien.

Cade O'Brien.

- Cade O'Brien?

Hold on, I'm just...

No need to go.

Alright.

Looks like we're down to two.

Three.

- Oh, now, now this is decidedly odd.

- "Decidedly Odd" is my nickname in this town.

Put my name as a candidate for sheriff.

A woman?

What kind of daft town is this?

I've been acting as sheriff

of this "daft town" for months.

I'm more than qualified.

- I've been sheriff of a few towns. Kept 'em peaceful, safe.

- What about you? Do you have any experience?

A bit.

- "A bit"?! Well, everyone's heard of Sheriff O'Brien.

He's been cleaning up the West for a decade.

Just rumors of him arriving anywhere

are enough to send criminals running for their lives.

The US Marshals,

they've been begging him to join up for years.

Why he's... he's...

He's a legend.

That's quite the introduction.

As flattering as this is,

we're not here to make a spectacle.

Let's head inside.

Oh... Ah...

Follow me.

- You have three candidates here,

how do you mean to move forward?

- Well, each candidate will be sheriff for a day

and then, after a couple of weeks

of the three of you taking turns to be sheriff,

we should know who's the best fit.

- Strange approach. It's not a bad one.

The one's not sheriffing for the day,

may they hang around?

Personally, I'd like to see how the others handle the job.

No skin off my hide.

I don't mind either.

Who goes first?

Mr. O'Brien?

Well, I'll go second,

- Which puts me third in the rotation.

Well, good, good, good.

Mr. O'Brien and Mr. Rice, you can stay at the hotel.

We have a hotel.

- I guess we'll see each other in the morning then

so we can watch the legendary Cade O'Brien

do what he does best.

- You're also meaning to go head-to-head with me?

- It's either this or a shoot out on the street.

I don't shoot women.

- And I don't shoot peacocks, so I guess we're both safe.

Saints, preserve my sanity.

May the best sheriff win.

I will.

I haven't yet found out who you are.

Gideon MacNamara, town doctor.

Member of the town council.

And your nearest neighbor if you get this job.

- That Ms. Bell, she's about as stubborn as a Kilkenny cat.

She is.

She's also a fine woman.

- What are the chances you mean to tip things in her favor?

- Paisley would never accept charity or cheating.

- She really means to make a go for the job of sheriff?

- There's not a chance Paisley will step aside

without a fight.

- What in the blazes are ribbons doing in a jailhouse?

- A dear lady, Mrs. Wilhite, sells them here

a few days a week.

She has, ever since her husband died.

She was in need of both money and company.

The sheriff at the time chose to show her compassion.

- She could sell her ribbons at any of the shops in town.

- The one chosen as sheriff decides to toss her out,

she'll have to.

You don't like my ribbons?

Those Grantland boys like them.

The Grantland gang?

- Caught them rustling some cattle nearby.

I invited them to spend some time in here.

Invited?

With a bang.

- I think you could grow fond of the ribbons, Mr. O'Brien,

if you're around long enough.

- If you make a crotchety ol' cuss like me fond of ribbons,

you'll be a regular miracle worker.

Miss Paisley!

Mr. Holmes says for the sheriff

to come to the mercantile right away.

Coming to see how it's done?

- I'm coming so I can bail you out

when you get in over your head.

No, I insist.

- Okay no, please no, I insist, Mr. Jones.

- No, Really, really, Mr. Oliver.

What's happening here, man?

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

- I don't need an apology. Explain.