All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X06 - Incident Of The 13Th Man

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin' Movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be
livin' High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at
the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head
'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

On a drive, the one
thing you gotta have

to keep the cattle
movin' is men.

Trouble with that is, each
man thinks without him

everything would
come to a standstill.

Fact is, there's only one
man the drive can't do without:

He's the one who
keeps the men going

who keep the cattle movin'.

He's the cook.

That's my job.

My name's Wishbone,

feeder of the Gil Favor outfit.

This idiot beside me is
the cook's louse, Mushy.

Gene Matson,
surgeon and dentist.

And undertaker.

Looks like he's been busy.

Hey.

Well, I'm sure glad

to see you fellas.

Us? Yep.

Oh, uh, we just
looking for the dentist.

Well, hold on. Hold on.

What do you mean, hold on?

Hey, look, uh, sheriff,

we're not out for any trouble.

Listen, don't set us up for any.

We're not gonna set it up.

Just don't you cause it.

Look, i-it's all
very simple, sheriff.

My friend here,
he's got a toothache.

Maybe you got somebody
here in town can help him out.

Well, there's a lot more
important things goin' on

than a toothache.

A murder trial.

A murder trial?

Well, I still don't see
what that's got to do with...

We're impoundin' the both of ya.

You're in-what-ing
us? Impounding ya.

All right, you're impoundin' us.

But what's that mean to
when I get my tooth fixed?

That means you're
both gonna stay here.

You're both gonna be
jurymen on a murder trial.

We can't serve on a jury.

We're not even
residents of this area.

When did you cross
the Nueces River?

Oh, about three
or four weeks ago.

Well, then, for
three or four weeks

you've been
residents of this county.

Look, I don't give a
hang about your jury.

I'm gettin' my jaw fixed first.

Sure, sure, but...

You'll have to go over
to the jail to get it done.

You see, uh, Gene Matson,
our dentist-doctor-undertaker,

he's the one that's
awaitin' trial for murder.

Jed, we got our jury.

See that their horses get
over to the livery stable.

Gene, I brought you a patient.

Can you take care of him?

Yes, friend. Here.
Sit down here.

Tom, could I have
my bag, please?

There we go.

Now, lean back, open wide.

Uh-huh.

Yes... Aghhh!

Yes, friend, you've
got a lot of trouble.

Considering the kind
of trouble you've got,

I don't like to
complain about mine.

Now turn around.

Open wide.

Now, this is gonna hurt
more, just for a second,

then it'll be all gone.

Say, sheriff, how
long will this trial take?

I probably should get
word back to my boss.

Well, I figure it's
gonna be over

in no time at all.

Ah-ah-ahhh!

That thing looks
as bad in your hand

as it felt in my jaw.

We're ready.

You got pretty steady hands,
under the circumstances.

I have faith that
no jury in this town

would convict an innocent man.

Judge Gerald T. Crenshaw.

I got the prisoner, judge.

Have him take his place.

We got the rest of the jury.

Be seated.

Say, son,

you don't happen, by any chance,

to have a bit of liquid
refreshment on ya, do you?

No, no, nothin'. Ellis.

Hey, uh...

How come there's no
spectators in this courtroom?

Hm.

That's a very astute question.

The court of Nueces
County, in the state of Texas,

is now in session.

Mr. Prosecutor. Seth Warner.

Your Honor...

gonna try to prove

that Gene Matson

murdered Sean
O'Riordan, the Indian agent

to the tribe of the Comanches

in the Nueces territory,

until he was murdered by Matson.

Objection, Your Honor.

That last statement
of the prosecutor

presupposes that my client
murdered the Indian agent.

Objection sustained.

Members of the jury will ignore

the prosecuting
attorney's last statement.

Let me put it this
way, Your Honor.

Gonna show,

through the aid
of key witnesses,

that Gene Matson had
a pretty good reason

to murder the Indian agent.

Objection.

Objection overruled.

The prosecution has a right

to lay the groundwork
for this case,

or you won't have
anything to defend.

Seat yourself.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Gonna show that Gene Matson

wanted to own the Indian lands

on account of some
very valuable ore

on said land,

and how Sean O'Riordan...

Seat yourself.

Sean O'Riordan,
the Indian agent,

stood in his way!

Gonna prove,
through respectable,

reliable witnesses,

that Gene Matson proposed
to murder Sean O'Riordan,

and then blame it
on the Comanches...

Who would run
away, not wantin' to be

chased after by the
United States soldiers.

And that Gene Matson

would then take
office as Indian agent,

and deed to himself

the Indian land.

Dr. Matson makes
a very good living

as it is.

Whoever heard of the
Comanches running away?

They're gone, ain't they?

Anything further, Mr. Warner?

No, Your Honor, not...
Not at this time, no.

Thank you.

Attorney for the defense.

Your Honor,

gentlemen of the jury,

I'm going to prove beyond
the shadow of a doubt

that my client,

Dr. Gene Matson,

one of the most eminent citizens

of our town,

could not possibly have
committed the murder

of which he's been accused.

I will prove

that Gene Matson

not only did not have the motive

or the desire to
commit this murder,

but he had neither
the opportunity

nor the possibility

to do so.

The first witness
is Nate Harmon.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

Yeah. Be seated.

You're Nate Harmon,

proprietor of the Blanton cafe?

On the 21st night of this month,

Nate,

Sean O'Riordan,
the Indian agent,

was shot in the back

on the road in the
Nueces territory.

Earlier that evening,

he had dinner at
your cafe, right?

Well, while he
was having dinner,

Gene Matson, the
accused, entered the cafe

and sat at the
table with him, right?

Uh, Gene stopped in

to have a cup of
coffee with Sean.

Well, you told me
immediately after the crime

that they had a
violent argument.

Well, uh, no. They...

There was some loud talk.

But... Well,
th-that Indian agent

always had a lung full of air.

I wouldn't say they
was arguin', uh,

I'd just say they
was talkin' loud.

You told me that Sean
accused Gene Matson

of trying to steal
the Indian lands.

Oh, no, sir.

I-I went back into my
kitchen about that time,

so I didn't hear nothin'.

Are you positive?

You... You're under oath.

Yeah, I-I'm sure positive, Seth.

Your Honor,

this... This witness

is repudiating the
statements he made to me,

and as far as I'm concerned,
I consider him unreliable.

I'm through with him.

But I'm not, Your Honor.

What time did
Sean leave the cafe?

About half past 6.

What time did Gene Matson leave?

Just about a half hour later.

I'd say about 7:00.

Keep that in mind, gentlemen.

Sean, the Indian agent,
left the cafe at 6:30,

and Gene didn't leave
until a half an hour later.

Thirty minutes, gentlemen.

Thirty minutes later.

Here is the town of Blanton.

It's 15 miles to the
Nueces territory.

Sean O'Riordan was found here,

shot in the back.

Fifteen miles,
gentlemen of the jury,

from Blanton to the place

where Sean O'Riordan's
body was found.

The fastest horse
in this territory

couldn't possibly
make that distance

in less than 30 minutes.

At 6:30, Sean left
the Blanton cafe.

At 7:15, his body was found
by Sheriff Tom Bracken.

It is a known fact,
gentlemen of the jury,

that the morning after
O'Riordan was killed,

the Comanche tribe,

consisting of 75 men,
women and children,

picked up and
left that territory

for parts unknown.

How were you certain
about the time, sheriff?

This.

Hasn't lost a
minute in five years

that I can remember.

Your witness.

No questions.

Step down, sheriff.

It is my contention,
gentlemen of the jury,

that the Comanches killed

the Indian agent,
Sean O'Riordan,

under the mistaken belief

that he'd betrayed
their interests,

and that they then departed
before United States soldiers

could intercept them.

Now, gentlemen,

it has been testified

that Dr. Gene Matson was
still in the Blanton cafe at 7.

He could not possibly
have covered those 15 miles

in 15 minutes...

A mile a minute!

To deliver that shot as alleged.

I say it is obvious

to any thinking man

that my client is innocent.

Your Honor, I humbly suggest

that you instruct the jury

to bring in a
verdict of not guilty.

Your Honor!

Before we let the defense
run roughshod over this case,

there is a witness,

a key witness, to be called.

Mrs. Ann O'Riordan.

Mrs. O'Riordan?

Oh, Your Honor.

Do you have information

about the missing
witness, sheriff?

A lack of information is
more like it, Your Honor.

Marshall Ott, here,

was assigned particularly
to hunt for Mrs. O'Riordan,

wife of the murdered man,

who is the county's
star witness.

Well, I hate to have to
report this, Your Honor,

but Marshall Ott and I

have turned this
town inside out,

and it seems the
witness has disappeared

from the face of the earth.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you have heard the
evidence presented in this trial,

and if you find the
accused guilty as charged,

you will bring in a verdict

of murder in the first degree.

If you find there is
a reasonable doubt

that he committed the crime,

you will bring in a
verdict of not guilty.

In either case,

you must reach a
unanimous agreement.

I'll have to take that
hardware, gents.

That's an awful small room

for 12 men to be locked up in.

Twelve live men are goin' in,

and we'd like to see
12 live ones come out.

Thank you.

I'll take that, Ed.

Does anybody care to say
anything before we vote?

Yeah, I need a drink, bad.

I'm so dry

my mouth and insides
are shrivelin' up.

Does, uh, anybody got a pint?

How about you, whiskers?

A half pint, maybe?

Well, let's get on with it.

What...? What are these for?

That's our ballot, Clem.

If you think Gene did it,

you write down "guilty", like...

Well, for you,

if you think Gene did it,

you make a check mark

like this:

If you think he didn't do it,

you make a cross mark

like this:

Like that?

One thing that'll
come out of this trial,

Clem will be an educated man.

You understand, John Redcloud?

What's the matter?
Can't he talk?

He can.

For a long time
he's chosen not to.

Well, are we getting
on with it, or aren't we?!

Don't carry on so, mister.

We had it all
spelled out for us.

It ain't gonna take but one vote

to set things right.

I suppose we should elect

a foreman of the jury.

Well, you're the
smartest, Mr. Clark.

You be foreman.

Well, he's one of the smartest.

I think we should take a vote.

The next thing you'll
be wanting to vote on,

on whether I'm gonna
stand up or sit down.

You be foreman, Jason.

It's all right with me.

How 'bout the rest of you?

Yeah. Sure.

Well, gentlemen, the vote.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

Guilty, four. Not guilty, eight.

Well, it's as plain as
the nose on your face,

there was more than
just a reasonable doubt

about the fella bein' guilty.

A man has a right
to vote as he sees fit.

He does not have a
right to vote as he sees fit.

He's got to vote on what
went on in that courtroom!

Gentlemen.

Well, you heard it for yourself.

That prosecutin' attorney

couldn't make his own
witnesses lie for him,

then couldn't even come
up with his key witness,

if he had one.

He had one.

Ann O'Riordan was
the Indian agent's wife.

She knew she'd
never see justice done,

so she took off for
Austin to see the governor,

have some Texas
Rangers sent in here

to take the town away
from Gene Matson.

Excuse me, I need a
drink worse than I think.

I thought a wife
couldn't testify.

She was going to
testify for, not against.

There's a difference?

Well, it don't make sense.

Gene Matson, a killer.

No, sir.

Not the way he fretted over me,

a total stranger,

when I come in
here with a bad jaw.

Wishbone, that has
nothing to do with it.

Don't tell me you were
one of them guilty voters?

I voted not guilty,

but your jaw has
nothing to do with this.

That Mr. Matson, he's a bad one.

Everybody's scared.

Now, Miss Janet.

Don't you worry
about your husband.

Little cough isn't
gonna kill him.

It's worse when
he's under a strain.

Much worse.

I wonder what's taking
'em so long in there?

Don't worry about a thing, Gene.

The verdict can only go one way.

Well, thanks for the
encouragement, Seth.

I thought you had
a way to find out

what's goin' on in there?

Yeah, I took care of it.

"Eight, not guilty.

Four, guilty."

That's normal and healthy,

the first time around.

Well, you can't make me believe

that Gene Matson owns this town.

If he did,

why'd he ever
let this trial go on

in the first place?

Because he knows
Ann O'Riordan intends

to return here with a
company of Texas Rangers.

But it won't do her any good.

Why not?

Because of the
double jeopardy law.

A man can't be tried
twice for the same murder.

That's why he
arranged this trial.

If he's acquitted,

all the law she can bring
can't force another trial.

Are you tryin' to tell me

that prosecutor's crooked?

The prosecutor,
the defense attorney,

every official in this town.

Even the judge
wishes he wasn't here.

Well, I don't believe it.

Not this day and age.

There are 432 people

in this town.

Didn't you figure it peculiar

there was only one
spectator in the courtroom?

That's because she's the wife

of Arthur Hennig, there,

and, uh, concerned
about his health.

Practically everybody
in this town drifted away

when this trial was announced.

Nobody wanted
to serve on the jury.

No one wanted
to watch the trial.

Well, if Matson's got the
town locked up like you say,

why doesn't he have his
own men serve on the jury?

Because he needed
them as special deputies.

They had to chase
down the witnesses

and see that they
testified with, uh, integrity.

Well, there's 12 men right
here in this room, isn't there?

There sure is.

And every one's a beaut.

Exceptin' you and your
drover friend, of course.

We were picked for what we are.

Those of us who
aren't weak are misfits,

and we can be controlled.

Well, I suppose you're
one of them guilty voters,

one of the brave ones
who figures that poor man's

got this town between his teeth?

No.

I voted not guilty.

I figured this stinkin' town

deserved Gene Matson.

You voted not guilty
because you're scared.

Yeah.

I'm a lazy, shiftless no-count.

I don't deny it.

Rest of you are
all superior to me.

Ellis,

he can outdrink me
any day in a week.

McTavish would sell his mother

if he thought it
would make it easier

for him to peddle his goods.

And Clem, he couldn't
tell a piece of iron

unless it was in the
shape of a horseshoe.

And Mort, heh,

he's in love with his
warehouse and general store

and he thinks if he
plays his cards right,

Gene Matson will
let him be mayor.

All right, you had
your say, no-good.

Only part of it.

Just wanna let

hot-tongued, bearded gent

know who he's tied down to.

Oh, John Redcloud,

the noble red man. Hm.

He was thrown out
of his tribe for stealing.

Hasn't opened his mouth since.

You have to kick a man

while he's got his
face in the dirt?

Mr. Bill Cullin.

Now, his job depends
on Gene Matson.

He works in his bank.

Only thing could
ever rile him up is, uh,

if he got his clothes mussed up.

Arthur is sick...

Shut up! Clem.

Don's just a stable boy.

Anybody can push him around.

Thanks.

You ought to be
ashamed of yoursel'.

The only thing I
admire about myself

is that I'm never ashamed.

Uh, Jason, now.

Got himself a brand new
printing press from St. Louis,

and he figures he's gonna use it

to make a brand new
town outta Blanton.

And Gene Matson
knows it's the only press

within 2,000 miles of here.

Now, look, Ed. We're
not tryin' each other.

Well, let's try voting again.

There's no sense votin' again

till we talk this thing out.

Look, let's go along
with these people.

It's their backyard,

and we gotta get back
to the herd anyway.

Well, there's one thing I'm not:

It's part of a herd.

I do my own thinkin'.

Nate Harmon, the
restaurant owner who testified

was afraid to say
it in open court,

but he saw Gene ride out

right after the Indian agent.

Well, how do you know that?

He told me.

Not only that, but he heard
Gene threaten to kill Sean.

Gene Matson and his men

have preyed on this
town for five years.

They've taken over
pretty near everything.

But that wasn't enough.

Gene wanted the Indian land,

and he did everything he
could to drive the Comanches off.

Ask John Redcloud.

See? Even though
Matson's defense lawyer

accused Redcloud's
tribe of killing Sean,

still he's afraid to
open his mouth.

He's afraid Gene might give him

the same thing he gave Sean.

You heard it.

The only man standing
in Gene Matson's way

was the Indian agent,
Sean O'Riordan,

and Gene took care of that.

Well, how come the
prosecuting attorney

laid it out like that,
if Matson's his boss?

What's Matson got to lose,

havin' the trial look honest?

We're supposed to be
passing on what went on

out in that courtroom,
but we're talkin' around it,

and up and down it,
and inside and out it,

but we're not talkin' about it!

Mister, you and your friend

will be back on
the Sedalia trail

the minute this thing is over.

The rest of us
have got to live here,

or try to.

If we act with courage
and determination,

we can get rid of him now.

Shall we vote again, gentlemen?

Clark and Billings.

Well, now, it's not
gonna do any good

to discuss anything.

Now, there's 10 guilty,
and two not guilty.

Well, now, I don't know
who the other one is

who voted with me,

or whether his mind
can be changed or not,

but all the discussing
in the world

is not gonna change mine.

Now, look, be
reasonable, Wishbone.

Only a mule won't listen.

Even if you don't agree...
Now, you stay outta this,

and keep on your own
side of the fence, young fella.

We've exchanged our views.

Let's have another vote.

There's been a lot
more guts shown here

than I ever expected to see.

We're not gonna change
the vote of this old goat,

but maybe we can
make it 11 to one

and start wearin' him down.

Now, listen here, you...

We might as well have
another vote, gentlemen.

That's your new printin'
press, ain't it, Jason?

They'll smash it. That's
what they'll do. Smash it.

I need a drink.

Why don't they send us a drink?

They're only bluffing, Jason.

They wouldn't dare
smash your press.

Ott warned me if
I didn't vote right.

I let him think I would.

How could they know I didn't?

Nobody's left this room.

They couldn't possibly know.

Jason, if you cave
in, we're finished.

They're only
bluffing, I tell you.

Maybe.

Gentlemen, we'd
better have another vote.

It's only a fire.

What's burning?

I think it's your
warehouse, Mort.

Now, now, Mort.
Don't get in a lather.

Your warehouse is
burning pretty good,

but I think we can
save your store.

Somebody in this room

is passin' out information.

Yeah.

Mighty peculiar the way
they pick on the two of ya

who been doin' most
of the talk against him.

If I find the spy,

I'll kill him.

"Vote not guilty or
you're 12 dead men."

Well,

for a little while there,

I had a little respect
for some of you.

But if that's the
way you want it,

I'll go along with it.

Like I said, you
deserve Gene Matson.

Look, there's
nothing to be afraid of.

You know, if this trial

is a double-jeopardy set
up like Jason says there,

it's a cinch they're
not gonna murder us

and start the
thing all over again.

Might as well be dead.

Well, it's your town.

You people do what you want.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

I tried.

Guilty as sin.

What's the matter with you now?

Well, it was that rock through
the window convinced me.

McTAVISH: Look here, man,

there are 11 men here

who feel that Gene
Matson should go free.

Well, it's as clear as the
supper gong at sunset

the man must be guilty.

Look, before the last vote
you stood high and mighty

on reasonable doubt
of the man's guilt.

Just because a rock
comes through that window

doesn't prove he
murdered anyone.

If you can't see it,
there's no point in me

tryin' to explain it to you.

Well, listen to
me, you old goat!

We got no right to come in here

and tell these
people what to think.

We got no right
on this jury anyway!

But we are on it!

And so long as we're on it,

nobody inside or
outside of this jury room's

gonna tell me what to do,

least of all you.

"Not guilty, 11. Guilty, one."

We can't let this
go on any longer.

What do you wanna do?

We have to do something
to hurry up that jury,

or Ann O'Riordan will show up

with maybe the governor himself.

Let 'em out for lunch.

Now, look, Wishbone,
be reasonable.

The point is...

You haven't got years
enough under your belt

to make points to
me, Rowdy Yates.

I don't wanna see
nothin', or hear nothin',

or feel nothin' of you

for the rest of my born days.

Time for lunch.

Be back in an hour.

Goin' to lunch?

Don't you worry about me.

You know, I never heard of 'em

turnin' a jury loose
like this before.

Trail boy,

anybody ever tell you
you had a big mouth?

You tellin' me?

Give him his gun, Tom.

No, Ott. We got a nice
peaceful town here.

We're gonna keep it that way.

Mister,

I've got something to tell you.

What?

I can't tell you here.
It's too dangerous.

Well?

Your friend's in trouble. What?

The little man,
with the whiskers.

He needs your help.
Well, where is he?

In the shed behind
the feed store.

You'd better hurry.

Guilty!

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Now, you tell your
friend to vote not guilty,

or the two of you'll
get a steady diet of this

till he does.

Come on.

Rowdy?

What do you want, Wishbone?

I'm sorry, boy.

I didn't mean to cause you this.

Yeah.

I still say guilty.

So do I.

Man alive,

what happened to you two?

Well, uh, Matson
let us in on the fun.

That one gave you the
bottle in the courtroom,

that your wife?

Yes.

She let us in for this.

Matson was threatening
to foreclose our place.

The doctor said I'd
die if I went back east.

She did it for me.

Not much of a man

who'll let his wife
betray herself.

All right, anybody
wanna take another vote?

What good is all this bouncing
back and forth gonna do?

There's not enough guts
in this room to buck 'em.

You sure have been shooting
off your mouth an awful lot.

I'd say if they wanted
a spy in this room,

you're number one for the job.

Let's not go after
each other again.

One thing I know,

the side Ed's on is wrong.

You mean I can
report to Gene Matson

that you're going
to vote guilty too?

If I were sure you
were Matson's man,

I'd kill you with my bare hands.

What good's all
this gonna do, huh?

Well, words ain't
gettin' us nowhere.

They might.

There's a man here
whose business is words.

He can talk better
than any of us, if he will.

How about it, Mr. Clark?

We all should be ashamed.

Two men we've never
seen watching us squirm,

each in his own way.

For myself, in
acquiring a press, I...

I lost sight of the
purpose of that press.

John Redcloud has committed
one crime against his people,

and now will compound that
by letting the lying accusation

of the defense
attorney stand, that...

That the Comanches
killed Sean O'Riordan

rather than the man we
know committed the murder:

Gene Matson.

Matson's men burned
down Mort's warehouse,

and Mort's grateful

they didn't take
his general store.

We know what they
made Arthur's wife do.

Look at these drovers' faces.

Now, either we do something
about it here and now,

or we walk out into that
courtroom, admit defeat

and do our best to
live with it from now on.

Gentlemen, it's
time for another vote.

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

You again?

You know darned
well it wasn't me.

Now we can get down to cases.

Now we can see how they work it.

What do you mean?

They put someone on this jury

they're mighty well sure
of, that's what he means.

I don't know how, but
somebody's passin' information

to that other room.

That way they can find out

who has the guts
to stand up to 'em.

Then they can scare
the life outta these people.

Rowdy and me have
got no printing press.

We got no warehouse
to burn down.

So they do this to us.

Well, you can be sure they'd
have never let this trial go on

if they weren't sure
of one not guilty vote.

That means a hung jury.

No conviction.

It's as good as an acquittal.

But who?

Who's the filthy spy?

So, what are we gonna give 'em?

What they want, a hung jury?

That's what we are.

Well, if ya got the guts,
there's no need for that.

You got a way out?

Hold an open vote.

And that way we
flush out the spy.

Anyone not in
favor of open voting?

No.

No.

No.

Open vote it is.

All those who vote
"guilty" raise your hands.

It was you!

We should have known!

He did it for a drink.

He ain't gonna get a
chance to vote not guilty.

Not if I have to choke
the breath out of him

to stop him.

Why did you do it, Ellis?

What'd you expect?

I'm nothin'.

Nobody. That's the
way you all treated me.

The only one who
was ever decent to me...

Give me odd jobs and shelter,

and all the liquor I wanted.
- -was Gene.

You're right, Ellis.

You're nothin'. You're nobody.

But did you ever stop to
think who made you that way?

It wasn't so long ago
we all looked up to you.

You used to be our town marshal,

and a pretty good
one, we all thought.

Who shoved you outta your job?

Who made you grateful
to take handouts?

I know what happened to
me. You don't have to tell me.

But who made it happen?

It was Gene Matson,

wanted his men behind the badge.

Tom Bracken, who has no spine.

Harry Ott, a gunman
who used to stare at you

from wanted posters.

First they pulled the
strength outta you,

and then gradually
the whole town.

Think of Jimmy.
Think of your son.

Give me that bottle.

He died defending you.

He stood up against Ott,

when Ott was yellin'
lies to the whole world

about you runnin'
your office crooked.

It was a fair fight.

As fair as it can be

between a green ranch kid
and a professional gunman.

Your son wasn't afraid.

Do you think he'd
be proud of you now,

passin' out spy notes,

holdin' out against
the rest of us

when we've finally
got sand enough

to face up to Gene Matson
no matter what it costs?

Hide from your son.
Hide from the world.

Go on out there
and vote not guilty.

It ain't fair.

It ain't fair kickin' a man

when he's already
dirt under your feet.

But...

you're right.

You're right.

Guilty.

Are you sober enough to
know what you're sayin'?

I'm sober.

I remember Jimmy,
and on his memory

I'll vote Gene guilty.

They're countin' on you.

You may be the
first one they'll shoot.

Let 'em.

Least I won't die like I lived.

Guilty.

Guilty as the devil himself.

Well, that's it.

At last we're unanimous.

Well, has anyone thought
what's going to happen

if we go into that
courtroom and tell 'em?

Yeah, I've thought of it.

Aye, aye.

Gene Matson is gonna
have his gunmen in there

to shoot us all down.

This is our town. We've
got a big stake in it.

But you two have
got nothing to gain.

I'll tell ya, let's just
get it over with fast.

My partner and I got
a herd to catch up to.

Yeah, I been in more
one-sided fights than this.

Well, just the same,
what are we going to do

if they start blastin' at us?

Look, there's a
circuit judge out there.

They're not gonna kill him.

And I doubt if he's
gonna stand around

and watch them gun down 12 men.

Besides, with any luck,

they won't get
more than half of us.

We've reached our verdict.

You know the
chance we're taking.

You're all ready
to run the risk?

Ellis?

You're not saying
one thing in here

another outside?

Don't worry about me.

I don't like the
smell of it, Gene.

They took too long.

They know me and
they know themselves.

I'm not worried.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The court of Nueces
county, state of Texas,

now in session.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have.

Will the foreman of the jury...

One moment, Your Honor.

The court rules that
every juror shall rise

and state his
verdict individually.

You are the foreman.

You speak first.

Guilty.

Guilty as sin.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Aye. Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Ellis Williams,

will you rise and
state your verdict?

Not guilty.

Hung jury. Case dismissed.

You will release Mr. Matson.

I don't know why
I worried, Gene.

Thank you, Johnny.

Gene, congratulations.
Never doubted for a minute.

Ronald, you did a
fine job. Thank you.

Thanks, Ellis.
Thank you very much.

You're the only one of the bunch

that knows which way
the wind blows in Blanton.

From here on,

you can have things
pretty much your own way.

I couldn't let you
down, Dr. Matson.

Not after all
you've done for me,

and after what you
did for this town,

all I can do is thank you

in the only way I know how.

That was my personal verdict.

What he did calls for a
trial, mister, not a bullet.

So far, he's the only one
been charged with murder.

Judgment's been passed on him.

You kill him, you might
as well kill all 11 of us.

Sheriff, I want
this juryman held

in your custody for trial.

The rest of you,

put up your guns and get out.

There will be no more
violence in this court.

Unless you
contemplate shooting me

to eliminate a witness.

Clear the court,

right now.

You know where to find
me when you want me, Tom.

You know somethin'?

No. What?

I should have
known he was guilty.

There was gold in that tooth,

and he kept it.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

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