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Come on, Little Joe. Can't you
load no faster than that?

Can't I load it any faster?

Why don't you try pitching
and let me stack for a while?

You must be forgetting.

I did the loading this morning,
you did the stacking.

Now it's your turn
to load a while.

No, I ain't forgetting.

I'm just complaining.

(sighs)

Now I ask you.

Did you ever see two
guys work so hard

and accomplish
so little?

I'll have to admit they're a bit
on the slow side, Adam,

but then,
they're pretty puny,

especially the one
on top of the wagon.

ADAM:
Yeah.

So, what are
you doing?

Oh, I thought
I'd give them a hand.

If we're going to
make that dance
in Virginia City,

we don't have
much time.

It won't take
but a few minutes.

Well, as long as you're such
a fool for work, Dave,

be my guest.

(laughs)

(cloth tearing)

Oh, hey, ain't
that the shirt

you sent all the way
to St. Louis for?

Yeah.

It's in pretty
bad shape now.

Huh. Well, I can send
for another.

Come on. We better get
the rest of this

hay loaded before
your pa skins us alive.

LITTLE JOE:
And he can sure
do it, too.

MAN:
Dave Walker?

You stand right where
you are, Walker.

(grunts)

Drop your
gun belt.

I don't know who you are,
Mister,

but you're gonna go home
in a box.

I'm a United States marshal,
and this is my prisoner.

Well, what
did Dave do?

You got the
wrong man,
Mister.

Now, hold it!

I'll kill the first man
who tries to interfere.

(theme song playing)

Dave didn't have
a chance, Pa.

Marshal
clubbed him

before he knew
what was happening.

(door opening)

I'll have a look at your
credentials, Marshal,

if you don't mind.

A tin star and a shotgun won't
get you off the Ponderosa alive.

I said your credentials.

"United States
Marshal Emmett Dowd,

"Los Angeles Office
of Southwest

Territory."

Now, was it necessary to
half kill the boy, Marshal?

He had a pitchfork.

I don't take any chances.

Dave's the one who didn't
have a chance, Marshal.

Marshal, Dave Walker
has been working

for me for almost
a year now.

In all that time,
I've never known him

to commit an act of
violence of any sort.

If you have any complaints,

you can lodge them
with my superiors.

Oh, I'll do that.
You can count on it.

DOWD:
In the meantime, you tell
your boys to step aside.

I'm gonna take my prisoner
into Virginia City.

On what charge?

Murder.

Let's go.

Do you have to treat
him so roughly?

Mr. Cartwright, I'll handle
my prisoner in my own way.

Now, look,
he's not an animal.

Treat him
with some consideration.

Mr. Cartwright, it's
a federal offense,

punishable by fine or
imprisonmentor both,

to interfere with a
United States marshal

in the execution
of his duties.

Now you step aside.

Don't you fellas think
you'd better get dressed

if you're gonna
make that dance?

(sighs) After what
happened to Davey,

I don't feel much
like dancing, Pa.

Me, neither, Pa.

Pa, do you really believe
what that fella had to say

about Dave being guilty
of murder?

Well, the question of Dave's
innocence or guilt

still has to be proved
at a trial.

Yeah, that is, if he gets one.

Dowd acted as though
he's already been convicted.

Yeah.

Ain't there some way
we can stop him, Pa?

Hoss...

he's a United States marshal.

His orders are
to take Dave back

to Los Angeles
to stand trial.

Yeah? Maybe if some
of Dave's friends got together,

we could change all that.

Now, Joe, whatever we think
of Dowd as a man,

he still represents the law.

There must be a better way
to help Dave.

We're listening.

Well, we can ride into town
tomorrow morning, for one thing.

Talk to Dowd.

Stage for Southern California
doesn't leave till noon.

Yeah, but how can we help him?

I don't know.

I do have
a lawyer friend in Los Angeles

I'd like
to telegraph a message to.

Yeah. I'd-I'd like
to buy old Dave a shirt, too.

Replace that one he tore up
helping us load the hay.

Yeah, that'd be
a good idea, Hoss.

Well, the three of us'll leave
in the morning then.

Three of who?

Well, Hoss, Adam and myself.

Yeah, what about me?

I think you'd better
stay here, Joe.

Somebody has
to get the rest of the hay in.

HOSS (laughing):
That'll keep him
busy till spring, Pa.

(laughing)

(laughter)

Well, this country's
growing up, Pa.

Wasn't always you could send
$1,000 flying through the air

from here to Los Angeles.

Well, at least
it'll provide Dave

with the kind of
help he'll need.

HOSS:
Pa?

I'm getting just about
ready to kill a man, Pa.

Oh, what now?

Well, I just took
that new shirt over to Dave,

and you ought to see
what that marshal's done to him.

What about the sheriff?
Didn't he try to stop him?

No. He's up at Pyramid Lake
or someplace.

Ain't nobody over there
but that deputy,

and Dowd just shoved him aside.

We better get over to that
jail, see what we can do.

BEN:
Dave?

Let me see your face, boy.

(sighs)

Dan, how did this happen?

Dowd. Brought the boy
in last night,

and then
demanded a cell.

I couldn't refuse to cooperate
with a U.S. marshal, Ben.

And he did
this to Dave?

Well, I didn't
see it happen.

Curley had
the night duty.

He said Dowd came back
to check the boy's chains.

Pa, I'm gonna kill him.

Well, that wouldn't
help matters.

Now, Dave, did you give him
any provocation?

Do you think he needed any,
Mr. Cartwright?

But why?

You didn't offer any resistance.

Why would he want
to do this to you?

Maybe because he's just that
kind of man, Mr. Cartwright.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess that's so.

Dave, Pa's wired $1,000 to a
lawyer friend in Los Angeles.

Make sure you
get a fair trial.

Adam, you think Dowd's gonna
let me reach Los Angeles alive?

David...

did you commit this murder?

Mr. Cartwright,

I don't even know
what Dowd is talking about.

(sighs)
All right, Dave.

We believe you.

Where's the marshal
now, Dan?

He's over at the hotel
packing his bags.

The stage leaves in 20 minutes.

Well, that'll give us
enough time.

Come on, boys.

Oh, Hoss?

Thanks for the shirt.

Nicest one I ever had.

It's all right, Dave.

Uh, Mr. Cartwright,

thanks for everything
you've done for me,

but don't bother trying
to talk to Marshal Dowd.

It won't do any good.

Well...

(with Austrian accent):
Good morning.

Will you please see that
our bags are taken out to

the stage?

You talking about the stage
to Los Angeles?

Yes, sir.

I think that is the name
of the little village.

You see, my daughter
and I are not so familiar

with this part of your country.

But we like it very much.

It's so very beautiful.

Isn't it, Father?

Indeed, my child, it is.

And we are looking forward
to the rest of our journey.

There's nothing between here
and Los Angeles

but 500 miles of dry,
hot desert.

But your desert
is most remarkable.

We have never seen anything
to match its rugged splendor.

You'd better wait
for the next stage.

We're not taking any passengers
on this one.

No, no, we cannot wait.

You see, we have made
arrangements already

at Los Angeles.

There will be a sailing vessel
waiting for us

on which we have reservations.

I said no passengers.

Hello, Marshal.

Hello, Cartwright.

You're blocking
the door.

Yes, I know.

We've just seen
what you did to Dave Walker.

He resisted my efforts
to shackle him.

Well, was there any need
to chain him to that bed?

Just the need to make sure

he didn't escape
from that fleabag jail.

What about
his face?

What'd you
hit him with?

Cartwright,

get out of
my way.

Mister, if you
weren't a United
States marshal...

The point is, I am.

Let him out, Adam.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I present
myself?

My name is Dr.
Anton Strasser.

This is

my daughter, Andrea.

Ma'am.

Well, I'm, uh,
Ben Cartwright.

These are my sons.

Very pleased
to meet you,
gentlemen.

Could you
kindly tell me,

is there some danger
in our taking this
particular stage?

Danger?

No, there's no danger.

It might prove
to be a bit unpleasant

for you and your daughter.

Unpleasant? How do you mean?

Well, Doctor, you
see, they're...

they're taking a
young man in chains

on that stage
to Los Angeles.

In chains?

But why?

Is he a criminal?

No, ma'am,
he's not a criminal.

But it might be safer if you
did take the stage next week.

But Father, surely
he cannot prevent us

from taking
the stage?

Easy, easy,
my child.

Sir, I don't
understand.

This gentleman
who carries a gun--

is he an officer
of the law?

Well, he's a...

he's an officer of the law,
all right, but, uh...

you must remember, Doctor,
we're a young and rough country.

Well, we have seen men like this

who carry guns
and abuse their power.

It happens everywhere.

Even in my native Vienna.

But, Father, we've got
to get on that stage

if we're going to
make our connections.

We'll see what
can be done.

Thank you so
much, gentlemen.

(speaking German)

Stand away, Mister.

He doesn't
need any help.

On your feet, Walker.

I said get up.

(chains rattling)

Once before I've seen
that kind of lawman.

How do you mean that, Dan?

That Dowd doesn't intend

for Dave to get to
Los Angeles alive.

Look, Dan, isn't there
someone you can send along

to look out for the boy?

I'd go myself, but we're
two men short as it is.

We couldn't spare
anybody

till the sheriff gets back
from Pyramid Lake.

Think I ought to go
along, Pa?

Adam, this isn't really
our affair.

Isn't it?

Then why'd you wire
a thousand dollars

to the lawyer
in Los Angeles?

To make sure the boy gets
a fair trial.

Well, maybe that's why
I want to go along--

see that he lasts long enough
to get a fair trial.

Pa, maybe you ought to
send me along, too.

Charlie, have you
any empty seats?

Far as I know,

we're not carrying
anything

but the marshal
and his prisoner.

STRASSER:
Say, driver.

Please take our luggage
aboard.

My daughter and I will travel
with you.

I told you at the hotel--

there'll be no other passengers
on this trip.

Sir, you have no right
to do this--

this is a public vehicle.

Tell your father to step
out of the way, Miss.

I don't want to hurt him.

But my father
isn't well.

And we must make that
boat connection.

I'm sorry, Miss.

But we haven't
any weapons.

Surely we can't endanger
you and your prisoner.

Marshal...

are you commandeering
this stage?

I said there'd be
no passengers

on this trip.

Well, you know you can't take
over a public carrier,

Marshal Dowd.

It's for their own safety.

I can't be responsible

for what might happen
on this trip.

Well, you can just
not bother yourself

about that anymore, Mister.

Me and my brother here are
gonna go along with you

to make sure nothin' peculiar
does happen.

BEN:
That's right,
Marshal.

If you've any objections

you can telegraph your superiors
for instructions.

All right.

Hand your guns to the driver.

Hand up your guns,
boys.

You won't need 'em
for what you have to do.

DOWD:
Lock 'em up!

DOWD:
Yours, too.

I'll take the key.

Good luck, Adam.

It's all right,
Marshal, you, uh--

you just keep
your seat.

I'd just as soon ride up there
with Charlie, anyhow.

Okay, Charlie.

Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Shake them hips, Maybelle! Get!

Yah! Yah!

(Charlie grunting)

I'm forgetting my manners,
Miss Strasser.

You and your father met
the gentleman with the shotgun.

United States Deputy Marshal
Emmett Dowd.

But as for the prisoner...

Well, I'm not
certain whether

or not the law permits
us to recognize him.

Perhaps you could
advise us, Marshal?

We have a long journey,
Mr. Cartwright.

Let's not make it more
difficult than is necessary.

Well, looking at your prisoner,
I would say you're making it

a lot more difficult
than is necessary.

Since you are so
well-armed, Marshal,

why is it necessary that
your prisoner remain chained?

Does it disturb you
to see a murderer in chains?

I don't care
to see any man in chains.

Particularly an innocent one.

Walker's guilt will
be established

when we reach Los Angeles.

(Charlie exclaiming at horses)

Yah, get up there, Lucy!

Shake them hips, Maybelle!

Burn it, Charlie,
why don't you try missing

some of them jug holes
every once in a while?

It's a long ride
ahead of us, Adam.

There's no sense in your
gettin' red-necked 'cause of me.

I'm finished.

You can't say that.

If you're innocent,
you can't even think it.

Andrea, please.

You mustn't submit
to what he stands for.

(whip cracks, Charlie yelling)

These chains don't encourage
a man to fight back, Miss.

(grunting)

Charlie, I sure am
going to be happy

to get my britches off of
this... this torture rack.

Well, we'll be stoppin' to water
the horses another mile or so.

Yah! Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Yah!

Whoa-ho!

Howdy!

Howdy.

Ten minutes, folks.
You can get out and stretch,

if you don't mind the snakes.

I sure am glad
you folks came by.

What's wrong, Mister?

Oh, my horse lost
his shoe a ways back.

That's bad luck.
Where are you headed?

West.

Which shoe is it?

Oh, it's that
left front foot.

Yeah. It ain't
no shoe, Mister.

You ain't going very
far on that old pony.

He-He's got a
bad stone bruise.

Well, maybe you got room
for an extra passenger.

I got the fare.
Hold it!

What's your name,
Mister?

Cutler.

Hurd Cutler.

Where you from?

Well, up north.

I asked you a question, Mister.
Answer it.

Well, it's a good enough answer.

Up north.

Ranch near the Truckee River.

I'm headed for Los Angeles.

All the way across the desert
with that one canteen?

Well, I figured
I'd get me another one

at the next stage station...

Marshal.

Well, how about it, driver?

You got room for me topside?

Yeah, I guess so.

HOSS:
We can't just leave him
stranded out here.

It's better than a week till
another stage comes by.

Didn't I see you
in Virginia City?

Oh, I don't reckon so, Marshal.

(chuckles)

Nearest I ever got
to a silver mine was Laredo.

A land jobber sold me
and my partner a salted claim.

Did you get back at him?

Naw. Hangin' party
got to him first.

Well, well, how about it,
Marshal?

Uh, I'd be grateful to you

if you let me ride
to the next stage station.

I can have my horse shod
and be on my way.

I'll let the driver
keep your gun.

ADAM:
Well, the marshal is
taking all our guns.

He's afraid one of us
might lose his head.

(Charlie exclaiming at horses)

CHARLIE:
Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Thank you, Miss.

CHARLIE:
Yah, yah!

Yah, Maybelle, come on!

Well, thar she is.

Thar what is?

The beautiful state
of California.

That God-forsaken
desert's Californy?

You ain't never been
to California before?

Yeah. I been to California.

I been to San Francisco,
lots of times, Charlie,

but it sure didn't
look nothin' like that.

Well, this is
Southern California.

The station's right beyond
those hills there.

(grunts)
Southern California, huh?

Yep.

I can tell you one
thing, Charlie.

It sure ain't gonna
ever amount to much.

(chuckling)

Yah! Yah!

CHARLIE:
Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Yah!

Whoa! You frisky females.

Hi, Charlie.

Hi.

You're about a half-hour late.

You run into trouble
along the way?

Nope. Not on the way, Micah,
you old highbinder.

I brung it with me.

Just so's you wouldn't
be losing out

on your share
of the misery.

(Charlie laughing)

Only six for
supper, Charlie?

Only six,
and one in chains.

But I don't reckon he'll be
having much of an appetite.

He's on his way
to be hanged.

Do tell.

Well. A young one, huh?

I bet you some gal's
gonna be crying her eyes out.

Maybe more
than one gal, eh, sonny?

I'd like to think so, old-timer.

What are they gonna hang you
for?

Horse thievin' or card sharpin'?

For twistin' the arm off
a nosy old desert rat.

(laughing)

Oh, say. I like this boy,
Marshal.

Yes, siree.

Say, are you plumb set
on hanging him?

I suppose
you're the station master.

Yeah. That's me.
That's me.

Micah Bailey.

Now, eh, the gents will bed
down in the dining room.

And the lady in the parlor.

Don't you have any
private accommodations?

What's he talking about?

Well, I reckon what
he means, Micah,

is that he wants
a private room.

Well, I tell you, Mister, the
only thing private out here

is the hole
that a man gets buried in.

And even that's liable
to be stolen out from under him

by thievin' Apaches.

Breakfast at daybreak.

Supper at sundown.

If you're late,
you don't eat.

Everybody,
hold it just a minute.

Old man, do
these doors lock?

Yep.

I'll give these back to you
before we leave in the morning.

Dr. Strasser,

you and your daughter will
occupy this room tonight.

Thank you, Marshal.

Hey, Bub, you just
wait a minute.

That's the station master's
quarters.

Cartwright, you and your
brother, Cutler and the driver

will occupy the parlor.

My prisoner and I
will take the dining room.

Ain't you forgetting
about me?

Sleep in the kitchen.

He's being thoughtful
again as usual, Micah.

MICAH:
Ain't you leaning kind of heavy
on that tin star, Marshal?

Now you listen to me.

I'm station master here--
me, Micah Bailey.

I'll say who goes where.

Mr. Bailey, it is a
federal offense punishable

by fine or imprisonment

or both to interfere with
a United States marshal

in the execution
of his duties.

It means he's taking
charge, Micah,

whether we like it or not.

Oh, put that
strongbox, uh...

over by the stove.

Mr. Bailey, how many firearms
do you have at this station?

Half a dozen rifles locked
up in the liquor stores

and this.

Are the keys
on here?

Yeah.

Well, until I leave,

I will take charge
of all firearms.

Mister, this is Apache country.

I wouldn't let loose of my
shootin' iron for any man.

Especially a blowed-up tin star.

Bailey!

That's an order,
old man.

Can he do this to me?

Aw, dad-gum it, Micah,

I reckon he
thinks he can.

You better go ahead
and do like he tells you.

For the time
being, anyhow.

Well, that ought to--

that ought to get you across
the desert, Cutler,

but I'd sure be careful of that
stone bruise if I was you.

Well, thanks
a lot, Hoss.

You fellas want supper,

you better rustle
your shanks.

I'm just dishing up
beans and side meat.

That sounds mighty
laverin' to me, Micah.

Come on, Adam, let's go.

Uh, what kind of beans?

Wild beans.

I picked 'em myself.

Mesquite beans.

Yeah, Little Joe warned me
if I went on a trip with you,

I'd be eating cow fodder.

You talk like I rode ahead
and ordered them.

Well, if you didn't,
how come

they're on the menu
first night out?

You know, come to think of it,

it does sound a little strange,
don't it?

Oh, I don't think so.

It's sort of like
bees and honey.

You and cow food

just seem to go
together.

Yeah.

Here's some more
coffee, folks.

Here...

You haven't
touched your food.

First time I ever remember my
appetite deserting me, Miss.

I can hardly blame you.

I wouldn't feel
much like eating either.

Andrea, please.

But you must eat.

We still have a long
journey, haven't we?

Yes, Miss, a very long
and rough one.

You must eat.

It will give you strength.

I'll get
by, Miss.

When we get to Los Angeles,
perhaps my father and I

can notify your family.

Well, that's thoughtful
of you, Miss,

but there's no one to notify.

My ma died when I was no bigger
than a polliwog.

Never knew my pa.

Ma said he was a man
with restless feet.

I think she loved him
more than he was worth.

And you took after your father?

No, Miss.

I always tried to stay put

for as long
as I was allowed.

Looks now like I'll get my wish.

I'll be settling someplace
for good.

Look, Dave, you're not
convicted yet.

You're going to be back
on the Ponderosa in no time,

don't you worry.

A lot can happen between now
and the time I get tried.

If the lady
will forgive me,

I think I'll finish
my cigar in the other room.

If the rest of you are through
with your meals,

I'd be obliged if you'd
all go to your rooms.

Is that a request, Marshal?

No, Miss Strasser,
that is not a request.

Good night.

STRASSER:
Andrea, please.

Nothing to be gained by arguing
with authority.

But, Father...

Come along, child.

We have a long
journey tomorrow.

Good night.
Good night.

CHARLIE:
Good night.
Good night.

Good night, Dave.

I'll be all right, Adam.

Don't lose no
sleep over me.

Good night, Dave.

(coyote howling)

You afraid I'll sneak out
in this harness, Marshal?

Or that one of them will jump
you while you're asleep?

Adam Cartwright, for instance,
or the station master?

How long has it been
since you slept, Marshal?

Almost a year.

Has it really been that long?

I can't imagine
what keeps you going.

(whistling tune)

(cup bangs)

(whistling continues)

I'm not much at carrying
a tune, Marshal.

But I can tell you what
that song's about.

It's about a girl named Cora

and the way she died...

(groans)

You shut your filthy
mouth, you hear me?

You shut your
filthy mouth.

(coyote howling)

(spits)

Adam...

you awake?

How can anybody sleep
with you rolling and tossing?

Well, dad-burn it,
I can't help it.

This confounded couch
is plumb alive.

Every time I get
in another position,

it sprouts another hair.

Look at that.

(spits)

* *

Hey, Cutler's gone.

I didn't hear him get up.

HOSS:
Neither did I.

(door opening)

(wind whistling)

(horse whinnying)

(rattling)

(horse nickering)

(horse whinnying)

(horse whinnying)

Cutler, come on out.

CUTLER:
Yah! Yah!
(horses neighing)

(grunts)

You murdered him.

He tried to kill me.

He was Walker's accomplice.

We knew he was hiding out
near Virginia City.

Well, I wouldn't count on

catching that boat,
Dr. Strasser.

Why?

We lost the horses.

My brother and the others
are trying to find them.

How is he?

His collarbone
is shattered,

several ribs broken

and he may have serious
internal injuries.

You just had to kill
somebody, didn't you?

He was trying to help
Walker escape.

I had my eye on him ever since
I spotted him in Virginia City.

I never knew suspicion
could rot a man's mind.

You really believe that, huh?

All right, have it your way.

I killed Cutler in cold blood.

Are you satisfied?

You want to kill
yourself?

Lay back.

All we ever asked
of you was to have

a little compassion
for the prisoner.

Compassion?

You mean, feel sorry for him?

Well, now is there
anything wrong with that?

He's used this trick
before-- on Cora.

Cora?

My wife.

I killed her with
that shotgun.

Well, now what's that
got to do with Walker?

Because he worked
his ways on her, too.

Before I could get him back
to Los Angeles

for the murder of a paymaster,

she tried to release him.

And he deliberately pushed her
in my line of fire

to save his own rotten skin.

Now we know the reason for
the chains and the beatings.

If you believe it, Doctor.

It's not going
to work, Dowd.

You go from brutality
to sentiment

and I don't buy it.

Cartwright.

Take that.

What's that for?

I'm deputizing you.

You take Walker back
to Los Angeles.

You mean you want me
to take your place?

That's what I mean.

But you-you can't deputize
somebody like this.

Can't I?

A United States marshal
has the authority

to deputize any citizen.

And if I refuse?

You can't refuse.

It's your duty
to take that badge.

And you are bound by law
to accept and carry out any...

reasonable commission.

Well, how's Mr. Dowd?

I hear he almost got
run over by some horses.

He was trampled,
almost killed.

Oh, now, ain't that too bad?

And to such a nice fella, too.

Dave, you have anything
to do with it?

You hear that, Miss?

Adam, you don't
mean that, do you?

Look, I'm asking you

if you had anything to do
with the attempt to kill Dowd.

Why, Adam?

Why are you asking me that?

(sighs)

Because he gave me this,
his badge of office.

Well, give it back to him.

It's his, not yours.

I can't do it.

It's mine now.

He deputized me
to act in his place.

He did what?

Dave, I'm a deputy
United States marshal now.

Sure. And I'm Billy the Kid
or Jackass Sam.

Look, Adam...

I'm the same man
I was an hour ago.

I'm Dave Walker.
I'm your friend.

I know that, Dave.

Well, for a minute there,
you had me worried.

You started to sound almost
like the marshal himself.

"This badge is mine."

"I can't give it back."

That was pretty funny.

(metal clattering)

Yeah, I guess it was.

Well, now that's settled, Adam,
well, what about these shackles?

Well, what about them?

Well, I want them off.

Like you said, Adam,
I'm not an animal.

Why should I be
chained like one?

You did say that,
didn't you, Adam?

Yes, I said it.

Well, then, take them off.

I don't like the idea
any better than you do.

I think the marshal would rather
they stayed on.

The marshal?

Who cares about the marshal?

You've seen for yourself
what kind of man he is.

(horse whinnying in distance)

(door opens, shuts)

Well, I...
I found one of them.

Where are the others?

Which others you talking about?
Horses or men?

I mean Micah and Charlie.

Hey, what's the matter
with you, anyhow?

Nothing's the matter with me.

Now, where's Micah and Charlie?

Well, if I know Micah,

he's probably fallen
in a chuck-hole someplace.

Don't worry, Adam,
I'll-I'll find him.

You heard him, Miss?

Yes, I heard him.

I thought he was my friend.

Oh, I think he is your friend.

Then why doesn't he do something
about these shackles?

It's up to him now,
nobody else.

Perhaps he'll do it
in the morning.

Perhaps all he wants
is wait until morning.

Why?

Why would he want
to wait until morning?

Oh, I don't know, David.

I don't know.

You know something?

You called me David.

Well, yes, I'm dreadfully sorry.
I-I didn't mean to...

Oh, why not?

That's my name, isn't it?

Yes, it's your name.

Sure, it is.

David.

I like the way you say it.

Say it again.

What?

My name. Go on.
Say it again.

David.

Yeah.

David.

Only you say it better.

You say it better than I've ever
heard it before in my life.

You're not going anyplace.

Sit down.

That's better.

Andrea.

That's your
name, isn't it?

Yes.

Andrea Strasser.

It isn't true
what the marshal said, is it?

Of course not.

You don't believe
that, do you?

No, I don't believe that.

I'm innocent, Andrea.

I swear I'm innocent.

I know.
I know that.

Andrea?

Yes, David?

These chains...

I can't stand to be
in them any longer.

I know, but you'll have
to wait until morning.

No.

No, we don't have
to wait until morning.

But what can we do?

The marshal, he's got the keys.

You can get them,

and he won't be
able to stop you.

But what about Mr. Cartwright?

Well, you heard him.

He's pinned on that star.

He's just like
the marshal now.

Oh, I don't believe that.

All right, I should
have known better.

I guess a back fence
stray like me

doesn't have the right
to ask people for help.

I'll help you, David.

I'll do anything you ask.

You know, I was right.

The way you say "David,"

I've never heard a sound
as beautiful as that

in all my life.

(coyote howling)

How is he,
Father?

He's asleep now.

Fortunately, I had some pills
in my case.

The poor man-- he must be
in terrible pain.

Strange, isn't it,

how one can feel sorry even
for a man like him?

We are in a strange land,
my child.

Yet it isn't so strange.

A man is a man,
and unfortunately,

a doctor is also a doctor.

And so he helps,

whether he wants
to or not.

Yes, Father,
and so he helps.

Let's go back to bed.

How about the marshal?

Him?

He won't move an eyelid
until morning.

Then you go to bed,
Father.

How about you?

I'm not very sleepy.

I'll be in soon.

Good night, my child.

Good night, Father.

* *

You got them.

Yes.
Here.

That's it.

Now here.

That's right.

Give 'em to me.

(chains rattling)

(chains rattling)

Andrea...

I'll never be able
to thank you enough.

David, you're free.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm free until the next
time I run into Marshal Dowd.

David, what are you
going to do?

I'm gonna give
the marshal a taste

of his own medicine.

Oh, no, David.

No, you mustn't!

Mustn't I?

I killed his wife,

didn't I?

You think he'll ever
be able to forget that?

No!

ADAM:
Hold it right
there, Dave.

You shoot me,
Cartwright,

you'll have to kill
her first.

Is that the way it happened
with the marshal's wife?

Now I'm not gonna shoot you,
Dave.

That's right,
I forgot.

The marshal put all the
guns in the strongbox.

You don't have anything,
Cartwright.

You're wrong, Davey.

You still don't
have nothin'.

Out of the way,
Cartwright!

(chains rattling)

(both grunting)

Cartwright,
that's enough!

Hit him once more
and I'll kill you.

What, you're worried
about him?

Yeah.

He's got a trial to go to.

If we hadn't been along,
you'd have killed him

long before he ever
got there.

Maybe.

For almost a year now I've lived
for nothing else.

But you just made me realize
what I was turning into.

Get in.

(horses snorting)

I reckon you're gonna
be mighty happy

to get aboard that ship,
aren't you, ma'am?

I'm not certain
I will, Hoss.

After what you've
been through?

You Americans have a way of
making things happen so quickly.

In Europe it sometimes takes a
generation to put things right.

Well, ma'am, I-I reckon
you could sorta chalk
it up to our weather.

Weather?

Yes'm. You see,

we got so dang much
weather out here

and so dat-burn much
land we gotta whip,

that, well, we just
ain't got time

to be puttin' things straight
with each other.

You're a born philosopher, Hoss.

Me?

What-what'd she mean
by that?

She means, if you was
any smarter

you'd still be the second
dumbest man in creation.

And you're lookin' at the first.

It's a toss-up.

Let's get goin'.

MICAH:
Charlie...

get 'em outta my station,
before anything else happens!

Yah!

(Charlie grunting)