All language subtitles for The Big Valley S02E07 Target

You took your time
in getting here.

-They in there?
-Yes.

-You got everything
straight?
-Sure.

-Which one is it?
-Nick.

Good, good, good.

Hold it.

[scoffs]
I'm a farmer, Frank.

You're a candidate, Josh.
Don't ever forget that.

Let me see.
Make it, uh, definite
on the sugar beets.

That's the entire crop.

All of it.

And let me have
3,000 bushels
of your olives.

You want an option
on the rest?

Let me check back east
and I'll let you know in
a couple of days, all right?

All right.

And I'll take
6,000 bushels
of your peaches.

And if it's all right with
you, I'd like a three-day
option on the rest.

-You got it.
-Thank you.

Seems to me you're
buyin' a powerful lot
of Barkley produce there.

Sorry to butt in this way.
I couldn't help overhearing.

I guess maybe
I was eavesdropping.
It's a bad habit.

But when a man's running
for public office,

I guess he got a duty
to keep up with all
that's goin' on.

In case my campaign literature
hadn't caught up with me yet,
name's Hawks-- Joshua Hawks.

Yeah, I 've heard
of you, Hawks.

Now, if you don't mind,
we'd like to go back
to our business here.

Oh, I don't mind, but maybe
this fella here and the people
he buys for should.

Hawks, you been running off
at the mouth up and down
this state.

I can't even keep up with
the charges you've made.

That's probably because
you wasn't interested,
young fella,

but I got something
in the works now

that I think is gonna interest
you Barkleys somethin' fierce.
Yeah.

As a matter of fact,
it oughta interest you,
too, sir.

The sooner you know
about it, the better.

[sighs]
I think that our business
is finished, Mr. Barkley.

Now, you don't know it,
yet, mister, but you ain't
got no business with them!

That is unless, of course,
the people you represent

don't mind buyin'
produce that was growed
on stolen land.

That's right.
That's right!

Gentlemen, I accuse
this man's daddy,
Thomas Barkley,

of havin' stole every
foot of land his family
lays claim to.

Pirated and stole
in as black a series
of crimes

as the west has ever
witnessed!

Take it outside, friend.

It's all right, Rudy.
Let him finish.

I accuse your daddy

of bein' a tyrant--
a common thief!

And before I leave
this valley,

everybody's gonna know
that I speak the truth.

Everybody's gonna know
before you leave
this club, Hawks.

You're gonna prove every
word you said is true,
or take it all back.

It's all right, folks.
It's all right.
I expected violence.

Oh, you can beat me up,
boy, but you can't
shut me up.

Proof-- proof, Hawks,
that every word you said
about my father is true.

It will out, boy,
but in my time,
not yours.

Oh, yes, do with me
what you will.

You can torture me,
beat me, even kill me,

but the truth will ring
free over the sound
of your hired guns--

Wait a minute, sonny,
I ain't through--

Above the clank and
the clamor of the chains

with which you've enslaved
your neighbors!

[spectators chatter]

HAWKS:
You can beat me,
you can kill me,

but the truth--
the truth shall
set us all free!

"And with that,
Nick Barkley delivered--

"continued on page three--

Delivered a smashing
left-hand blow to the jaw."

It was a right hook.

"Which felled the surprised
Hawks like a roped steer."

Oh-- then
you've seen
the paper.

And I'll tell you
something else-- there were
a half a dozen people there

that congratulated me
for shutting Hawks up.

And another dozen
that told me to tell 'em

the next time I decided
to hit him, and they'd
buy tickets.

Wonderful, Nick.
Wonderful.

You committed a public service.

Maybe you should
run for governor.

I'd stand a better
chance of bein' elected
than Hawks would

and I'd make twice
the governor he would!

And if you think
for one minute

that I'm goin' down
there and apologize
for hitting him--

Nick, I'm not saying
the man doesn't deserve
something.

He deserves our silence--
our contempt!

By hitting him,
you gave that idiotic charge
half the front page.

Then I say we use it
to our advantage.

It's one thing for him
to go around

telling a few people
that we stole our land,

and it's another thing
entirely for him
to plaster it

all over
the largest newspaper
in this valley.

-I say we sue him for libel.
-And I say he's hoping

and praying that that's
exactly what we do.

You couldn't have done
more for his campaign

if you went out
and personally got him
50,000 votes.

Nick, the man can't buy
that kind of publicity.

So, we just let him go on
lying about us.

-He's not gonna go on
lying about us.
-Ha!

Unless we sue him
for libel.

Believe me,
I know the breed.

Strictly hit
and run tactics.

Tomorrow he'll forget
all about the Barkleys--

scatter his buckshot
on some other target.

And the day after that,
another and another.

That's been his
pattern up to now--

Bigger and better lies,
bigger and better targets.

It all makes Hawks
more important.

But, Jarrod, somebody
has to challenge him--
stop him--

make him stay put
long enough to face up
to his charges.

Mother, unless we
dignify him by paying
attention to him,

he's not gonna get
many votes in this
valley.

Maybe not, but I stopped
by Dan Sheridan's
on the way

-to see if we could count
on him for the pickin'.
-And?

He said sure he'd be by,
if we can prove Hawks
is lying.

-Dan said that?
-Right.

Well, I'll talk to him.

I wouldn't count on it,
'cause he put his foot down.

I'll kick it out
from under him!
Oh, Nick.

All right, all right.

I don't want him
working for us,
anyway.

There's a lot more people
in this valley that are
much more willing to work!

Well, I'm going into town
to see if I can find
some of those.

-You wanna come along?
-Yeah.

-[sighs]
-Jarrod...

How many Dan Sheridans
do you think there are
in the valley?

Up until a minute ago,
I wouldn't have said
there was one.

[men laugh, chatter]

Oh, that was about it,
Frank, I tell you.
[laughs]

Thank you, darling.
Just put it down here.

I saw him windin' up
to throw that haymaker

10 minutes before
he threw it.

-[both laugh]
-I tell you.

I thought I was gonna
have to run into his fist.

Say, Edna, darling--

would you put some cream
and sugar in that for me

like a darling girl,
and just let yourself go.
I sure do like sweets.

Yeah, that's it,
darlin' girl,
and when you're done--

thank you-- sit down
and chat with us
a spell.

Thanks, Josh,
but I 've just taken
out some sewing.

[laughs]
You shouldn't do that.

A pretty woman like you
should sit around
and be admired.

And let your campaign
manager run around with
holes in his socks?

[chuckles]

Frank, what's
the matter with you?

If I had a woman like that,
I sure wouldn't have her
darnin' my socks.

Josh?

Hey, Josh,
look.

-Oh, good, Dan'l, good.
-Printed up a thousand.

Hired three guys
to help me.

Gonna pay 'em
a silver dollar
apiece.

-Good, Dan'l, good.
-Well, they're waitin' for me.

-I better get 'em started.
-May I see that?

"I accuse Tom Barkley."

very colorful language.
Obviously not yours.

No, it ain't his,
it's mine.

Sure-- you knock a man's
wind out, you don't wait
for him to catch his breath.

-You move in for the kill.
-And maybe get killed.

I warned you, never put
charges in writing.

They can be used
against you!

I told you a dozen times.

Never repeat the same charge
in the same place.

-All right.
-When you're bluffing, Josh,

-never put yourself in
the position to be caught.
-All right!

I reckon maybe I was
a little too, uh-- impetuous.

That's a five-dollar-word
he learned me.

Go on out
and call it all off.

Uh, Josh, we ain't
gonna let these
go to waste--?

Now, you want me
to be governor,
don't you, Dan'l?

Do as I say.
Go.

How could you?
And without asking
my advice.

All right!

Now, look, Frank,
when I get to be governor,

I'm gonna clear
every decision
with you first.

[chuckles]
Now, come on.

Let's see one of them
nice old smiles.
Come on.

Come on!

That's it.

[laughs]

HAWKS:
Well, there it is, friends.

You know now
where I stand.

And I wanna tell you
something, neighbors.

No. No, I want to--

I want to promise you...

that wherever...

there is corruption...

wherever...

there's a fat old cat
with his hand in
the public treasury,

stealin' from
the workin' man--
the farmer--

the man who's trying
to dig a living

out of the hard soil
with his bare hands

Wherever

Wherever there is corruption,
I'm gonna turn a light on it.

I'm gonna look out
for your interests.

And I'll tell you
something else.

You send Joshua Hawks
to Sacramento,

and you can call the
governor of this great
state your friend.

And that'll
be the truth.

Well, now
Questions from anybody?

Dan'l, fill up them
coffee cups again

and pass out some more
of them good homemade
donuts.

Now, there's gotta
be some questions.

[chuckles]
Now, come on, there's
gotta be some questions.

Anybody you'd like
punched in the nose?
Name 'im.

I'm your man.

Yes, friend?

I understand you been yappin'
about Tom Barkley...

bein' a thief.

Stealin' every foot
of his land.

We'd like to hear tell
about that.

Would you, friend?

You'd like to hear
about Tom Barkley,

would you?

All right, neighbor.

You'll hear.

Dan'l, I reckon these
neighbors of ours

would like to see
these circulars.

Pass 'em out.

Now, I haven't spoken about
this since Nick Barkley
viciously attacked me.

I haven't spoken about it
since them circulars
was printed.

You say Mr. Hawks
has been circulating
these.

Come now,
Mr. Wesley--

every time he can gather
an audience of two,
and you know it.

Though the fact is
I didn't know.

You know, types like you
and your candidate usually
use the hit and run tactic.

Kind of a shame you didn't
this time, because now
it's gonna cost you.

There's no need
to act like this.

You're a lawyer,
I'm a newspaperman.

Neither of us
was born yesterday.

How many times have you
skirted the truth in court

to help a client--
to make a legal point?

Let's don't embarrass
us both, Mr. Wesley.

I want a complete
and full retraction
to every allegation.

HAWKS [outside]:
Frank!

Say, Frank--

Well, well, I'd better
put up my guard,
Mr. Jarrod Barkley.

Little late for that,
Mr. Hawks.

Remember-- a complete
and full retraction
in writing, or else.

Or else?

[laughs]
What're you gonna do,
sue for libel?

Josh, let me
handle this.

Well, they can go
whistle for it.
You're bluffin'.

You don't want no long,
drawn-out court case,
and you know it.

That's a point,
Mr. Barkley.

A drawn-out court case,
even if you win it,

will do you more harm
than good.

It'd keep
the charge alive.

Now, why don't we sit
down here and try and
discuss this reasonably?

There ain't gonna
be no discussion

'cause there ain't
gonna be no retraction.

I got under your skin
and you know it.

The fat cat's beginnin'
to itch,

and you're gonna itch
a lot more before
I'm through with ya.

I'm gonna make the Barkleys
scratch till they bleed.

-Well, I'd like to
thank you, Mr. Hawks.
-Thank me?

For making what I'm
going to have to do to you
such a pleasure.

Good day, gentlemen.

Well...
now you've done it.

-Huh?
-I warned you not
to put this in writing.

Our campaign
contributions--

I warned you
not to carry this
to the point

where we'd have to
put up or shut up.

Now, look,
I ain't runnin'!

Now, that charge
I made sticks!

The charge you made?!
The charge I invented!

Invented, Josh!

Well, they're thieves--
all of 'em!

All them rich land owners
stole some of that land.

And the richer they are,
the more land they stole,

and if we keep digging
up dirt, we'll bury 'em.

[scoffs]
You're outta your mind.

I spent weeks digging
into the Barkleys'
personal history--

business dealings--
nothing!

They're pure
as driven snow.

Why, you know that
as well as I do.

Yeah.

Yeah, and I know somethin'
else-- somethin' else
you taught me.

You said if you can't
prove nothin',

then accuse 'em
of the wildest charge
you can.

And you said "Let's accuse
Tom Barkley of stealin'
every foot of his land."

I say maybe he did.
I say let the charge stick.

And I say we've got
a tiger by the tail.

And I say we can ride it
right into the governor's
mansion if you got the guts.

It's not a question
of guts!

[chuckles]
You know, when we
started on this trek,

about a thousand miles
behind all the other
candidates,

I remember you were
scared for me.

I remember you were
sayin',

"I wonder if I should
waste my time and energy

on a fella who might
crack under the pressure."

It never entered my head
that you might crack
under the pressure, Frank.

Oh, you've been a good teacher--
yes, you have.

[laughs]
Yeah...

I couldn't have got
nowhere without you.

But now I'm wondering
maybe-- just maybe you've
taught me all you can.

Maybe, if things are
gettin' too hot for you,

it might be better
for both of us if you
got off right now.

I don't know,
Josh.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we can
fight them.

Maybe I can dream up
some documents.

Say a friend of yours
worked in the land office.

-He's dead now,
so of course--
-And as we say--

dead men tell no lies.

Maybe we can drown them
in official-looking
documents,

and by the time
they check them out

Well,
we'll be governor.

I'll be governor.

-Of course.
-Mm-hmm.

Of course.

Well?

Well, the horse got
some exercise, and I
wasted half a day.

Then Hawks intends
to continue making
those charges.

And possibly invent
a few more.

You know, we may have
underestimated our
Mr. Hawks.

He's a little smarter
than I thought.

At any rate,
he called my bluff.

Why bluff?

Well, it just plain
takes too long

to win a libel suit,
and he knows it.

But I may have
figured out another way.

I stopped by to see
Senator Palmer, asked him
to form a committee.

A committee?

-A committee.
-Mmm.

Four unbiased men,

whose word
is beyond reproach--
no axe to grind--

who will demand that
Hawks put his evidence
into the record.

You better tell our friend
Senator Palmer to round up
his committee in a hurry,

'cause we're bleedin'.

Now, that'll only take
a couple of days.

Surely we can wait
that long.

Oh, we can wait
that long.

I'm not too sure
about our crops.

Dave's holdin' up
his order.

He got word from
the people he buys
from back east

to hold up until
this whole business
with Hawks is settled.

-Well, that's ridiculous.
-Dave's people say

we've been charged
with stealing our land,

the titles are all clouded,
and if what Hawks says
is true,

and the land's not ours,
neither is the produce
we grow on it.

"Governor Joshua Hawks."

Heaven help us.

HAWKS [slurring]:
♪ Joshua fought
the battle of Jericho ♪

♪ Jericho, Jericho ♪

♪ Joshua fought
the battle of Jericho ♪

♪ And the walls come
a-tumblin' down ♪

[chuckles]
Ladies and gentlemen...

the next governor
of the great state
of California,

Joshua Adam Hawks!

Hey!

Hooray for...

Josh.

Joshua.

Yeah, how 'bout
a little speech, gov?

Well, sure, folks,
but first,

I'm gonna have
a little drink.

[clinks]

Yeah,
you bet your...

Yeah.

HAWKS [shouts]:
Wesley!

Wesley, we're havin'--

Havin' a little
celebration,
Wesley boy!

Come on, you and
the old lady!

[bangs on door]

Come on, join
the governor for--

For a little drink.

If you're in bed, get out!
Come on, let's go!

I'm gonna count to three,
and then I'm comin' in!

One... two...

♪ Joshua fought
the battle of Jericho ♪

♪ Jericho Jericho ♪

♪ Joshua fought the battle
of Jericho ♪

You coming to bed?

-♪ And the walls ♪
-Soon.

Go to sleep, Edna.

Frank, you've got
to leave him.

I can't.

It's come to that,
hasn't it?

You lie, cheat--
you don't care
who you hurt.

As long as it would
take him one step closer
to the governor's chair.

For as long
as it takes us.

We both knew it would
be a long, hard fight
when we got into it.

Where does it end?

I can't take it anymore.

The way he looks at me.
And treats you with
such-- such contempt.

He's under pressure.
We're all under pressure.

The worst of him
is coming out.

But once he's governor--

Oh, Frank, that's
the most hideous,
warped dream of all.

Oh, darling, no.
You're wrong.

Do you remember
the first time
we saw him?

[chuckles]
When he was running
for sheriff

in a whistle-stop town?

What a sight he was.

Belly hanging over
his belt,

and his stub
of a beard.

I wondered why everyone
wasn't laughing.

Because they saw it, too.
And heard it--

The way I heard it.
Some kind of magic
or power--

something very special.
If only I could harness it.

You found the power
and the glory in him, Frank.

But you haven't
harnessed it.

He's a child.
He's learned to walk
and talk again.

He's feeling his oats.

All right.
I'll give him
a little rope.

Let him get snarled
in it.

Just a little while
longer, darling.

Just a little
more time.

EDNA: Frank.

Frank!

Josh!
Josh!

-FRANK: Josh!
-[pounds on door]

Edna, open the door.

You're drunk.

-Get up, you drunken--
-What?

-Get up. Get up, up, up.
-Wait. Wait a minute.

What happened?

What does it look like?

Our governor got himself
stinking drunk

and nearly set fire
to himself and the hotel.

What's burnin' in here?

But for your next-door
neighbors,

it might've
been you.

Next time you start
drinking, you better
be sure your lamp is out.

Josh, Josh, Josh.
You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

What are all those people
doin' there?

What is this, a circus?
Get 'em outta here.

Josh.

All right, folks, clear out.
Everything's under control.

Wait.

Go on.
Everything's under control.

Wait, wait.
Hold it.

Folks, folks,
I'm dearly sorry

to interrupt
your slumbers
this way,

but if there's anybody
here from the hotel
management,

I want it to be known that
I ain't payin' one cent
of these fire damages.

No, sir, that bill
goes where it belongs--
to the Barkleys!

Now, I ain't sayin'
they started this fire.

There ain't
no evidence
of that yet.

But it does seem
funny to me that
on the one night

when I was workin'
on papers

that prove beyond
a shadow of a doubt

that Tom Barkley stole
every foot of his land

that this had
to happen.

Now, it's gonna
be all right.
You can rest easy.

I don't believe
they'll try her
again,

and if they do,
I'll be ready
for 'em.

Nobody's gonna
shut me up when I'm
speakin' for you folks.

Now, a good night
to you all,
and God bless ya.

Good night, neighbors.
Good night.

[chuckles]
Good night.

Good night.

Hey, hey...

makes sense,
don't it?

The Barkleys
burnin' up old Josh
and his evidence.

[laughs]

Come on, Frank.
[laughs]

[plays]

[knocks on door]

I'll get it, Silas.

Oh, Peter.
How nice to see you.

-Victoria.
-Come in.

-I'll have Silas
get us some coffee.
-No, thank you.

-I-- I will only be staying
but a minute.
-Oh.

And, uh, considering
the nature of my visit,

-I'm not sure you'll want me
to stay any longer.
-Oh?

I gather you haven't
read this morning's
paper yet.

Someone tried to set fire
to Josh Hawks's hotel room
last night.

He says he thinks
you Barkleys were
behind it.

And what do you think?

Well, naturally,
I think it's ridiculous.

But I am a newspaper
editor, Victoria.

And news, no matter
how ridiculous or how false--

News is news,
so you printed
the story, hmm?

Well, I'll print
your side, too--

Oh, now, you know
perfectly well I won't
dignify this with a denial.

[footsteps approach]

Well.

Congratulations, Peter.
That's quite an article.

All Hawks, or did you
embellish it with some
of your purple prose?

All right, Jarrod.
Think what you like.

But you can't
laugh him off
any longer.

He's a candidate
for governor and
he's gaining support.

No small thanks
to you.

I don't suppose
you bothered
to check this out

before you plastered it
all over the front page.

I didn't vouch for
the authenticity
of that story.

No, you just
printed it right
out of Hawks's mouth,

knowing full well
that anything printed

in a so-called reputable
newspaper would have
a certain ring of truth.

I can't help what
people think.

But believe him or not,
there's no denying

that whatever Joshua Hawks
says or does is news,
and I have to--

I'm sorry.

What the devil did he
come here for?

To apologize-- I think.

Jarrod, do you think
people will believe this?

Well, I've already heard
remarks like,

"where there's smoke,
there's fire."

Or, uh, quote--

"Would a man running
for governor make such
charges without evidence?"

Unquote.

Then there's
the little matter
of Senator Palmer

having to talk to
a couple of dozen men

just to get the four
to sit on the committee.

Maybe we're lucky
to get the four.

They meet Saturday
morning.

I'll finish writing
this in my room, Josh.

-This--
-No, you'll write it here.

Let me read it.

Well, I'll be reading
the statement.

You'll be reading it,
but it's supposed to be
coming from me.

-I don't like it.
-All I'm saying is--

I can read, Frank!

You're saying that
I don't wanna appear

in front of a hand-picked
Barkley committee.

Well, because they're
biased against you,

and therefore unable
to render an impartial
judgment.

A committee composed
of a judge, a doctor,

a minister,
and a senator.

No-- people will say
I'm weaseling out,
trying to run away.

I never backed off
in a fair fight yet.

A fair fight?

Why, we've lied and cheated

all the way down the line.
They'll slaughter us.

I warned you not
to yell too loud,
not to press your luck.

But you wouldn't
listen, would you?
You had to pile it on.

Twist the knife deeper
and deeper and deeper!

Well, now you've done it.

And if somehow we
do manage to stay
out of jail,

maybe you can go back
to digging a few dollars
out of the dirt.

Maybe that's all
you're good for--
a stupid dirt farmer!

-[slaps]
-Ow!

Go on, get outta here.
Get outta here.

What do you want, Josh?
Shall I clear out?

Oh, you want to stay,
stay.

There's a job for you
here.

All right, Josh.
All right.

Josh?

Josh, uh, I gave
Mrs. Barkley
your message.

-Uh-- personally.
-Mrs. Barkley?

Josh,
surely not now--

Good night, Frank.

Well, what did
she say?

It's all set.

Well.
Well, well, well, now.

She's gonna see me?
The great lady herself,
face-to-face.

Well, I 've waited
a long time for this,
Dan'l,

and now she's comin'.

No, we ain't licked yet.
Not by a long shot.

Well, Jarrod, Nick,
and Audra took turns

last night trying to
talk you out of this.

-Would I be wastin'
my breath, too?
-Yes, Heath.

I thought so.

-You know you're
a stubborn woman?
-Yes, Heath.

All right, why do
you think Hawks
wants to see you?

I don't know,
which is why I
want to see him.

You know, you don't
mind if I stay around
and wait for you, do you?

You know, as a matter
of fact, I was going
to suggest it.

And Heath, thanks for not
telling me that curiosity
killed the cat.

[knocks on door]

Come in, come in.

I was, uh, going
to mix myself a drink.

You, uh, care
to join me?

No, thank you.

Oh, sit down, please.
Please.

I, uh, hope you
don't mind.

Mind?

Well, I mean, a handsome
widow woman like you,

alone in a hotel room
with a man.

Oh, my reputation
has survived worse
assaults,

but thank you for caring,
Mr. Hawks.

Oh, make it Josh.

Now, what's bothering you,
Mr. Hawks?

Botherin' me?
There's nothin'
botherin' me.

I figured there'd
be somethin'
botherin' you.

Oh, a minor annoyance,
which we're about to
take care of for good.

-Now, if that is all--
-Sit down.

Please.
P--please.

Um...

Well, it's just
that I heard that, uh--

one of your produce
buyers-- a big one--

canceled out
on the deal.

Another minor annoyance.
And he didn't cancel.
Far from it.

You know, you get
enough of these
"minor annoyances",

it might add up
to a big headache.

But, uh, there ain't
no use for that.

I got a lot of stumpin'
to do before I wind up
my campaign.

And I guess maybe
I have overstayed
my welcome.

[chuckles]

If you, uh,
get what I'm

drivin' at, Mrs. Barkley.

Well, I'm sorry.
Perhaps I'm a little
naive about these matters.

If, uh, you would explain it
a little bit more.

You understand very well
what I'm drivin' at.

You're hurtin' some.
Nobody can tell me different.

You're hurtin' and you're
gonna hurt a lot worse
before I'm through with you.

Now, you try and nail me
to the cross, and I'll
fight you every way I know.

And I know more ways than
your kind ever dreamed of,
so don't you think that--

but there ain't
no need to do that.

No need at all.

Never did like to kick
a man when he's down.

We fried our fish here.

Bigger catch elsewhere.
Los Angeles.

Governor built bridges
down there.

Taxpayers' money.
Fraud.

"Inferior materials."
See what I mean?

Other fish to fry.

Tell you what.

I'm gonna let you
Barkleys...

off the hook.
See what I mean?

Off the hook.

Well, that's very noble
of you.

[laughs]
And if you got
caught up a little

tryin' to wriggle free,
well, take it from old
Doc Hawks--

You'll get well in a hurry.
People forget in a hurry.

We leave town,
business as usual,
no hard feelings.

Well, what do you say,
Mrs. Barkley?

Do we let up
on one another?

No, we do not, Mr. Hawks.

Mrs. Barkley.

All the time I've been talkin',
you've been lookin'.

Lookin'!
Lookin'...

like you remembered me
from somewhere.

Well, don't you remember me,
Mrs. Barkley?

Go on.
Get out.

Get out!

Why should I
remember you?

You shouldn't.

It was a long time ago.
I-- I worked for you.

I worked for your husband.
Yeah.

Broke my back.

Plantin' and harvestin'--
puttin' money in
Tom Barkley 's pocket

so he could put
beautiful clothes
on his beautiful wife

and she could ride
through her fields
like a queen.

And maybe--
maybe just once in a while

she could look down
and say "hello"

with her lordly,
queenly way, to one
of the peasants.

You did that to me
one time-- one morning.

You don't remember
that, do you? No.

Yes, you said, "Why, I don't
believe we've met before.

How do you do?
I'm Victoria Barkley."

Yeah, and anything
her highness can do for you,

my good man,
don't hesitate to speak up.

[laughs]
I'm gonna tell you something.

I was grateful
for them few words.

Oh, yes, those few
precious words.

Me-- she spoke to me.
She spoke to me, yeah.

Stinkin' with sweat
and covered with dirt.

She actually stopped
to pass the time of day
with me.

[laughs]
Well, why aren't you laughing?

It's funny, you know.
It's funny!

Sure, a stupid ape thinking
that you'd recognize him
after all them years.

Maybe if I covered myself
with dirt, it might help, huh?
[chuckles]

You've twisted your own
memory into hate for us.
We employed many men.

My husband treated each
and every one of them
fairly,

and if you didn't think so,
you were free to leave.

[laughs]

I know.
I'm wasting my breath.

Good day, Mr. Hawks.

Mrs. Barkley!
I'm gonna beat you!

I'm gonna beat
you Barkleys!
Face it!

Anything else,
Mr. Small?

Oh, uh, no, uh--

I'll just take a few sticks
along with me.

You can send the rest
up at the camp.

Oh, I'll take
a fuse, too.

-Wanna sign for this?
-Oh, sure.

Been working
for the Barkleys
long, Mr. Small?

'Bout three or four months
up at the lumber camp.

I don't get
into town much.

Well, they're nice
people, the Barkleys.
Nice to work for.

Yeah.

I put all the boxes away.
Anything else?

You can run
along home, Steve.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks.

If you'd wait--
until after the meeting
tomorrow morning.

One day more
or less, Edna.

-[knocks on door]
-HAWKS: Anybody at home?

-Yes!
-HAWKS: Hey, Edna.

Hey, Frank, I wanted
you to come in and
join me for a--

what appears to be
a farewell drink.

Well, you desertin'
the sinkin' ship, Edna?

Edna hasn't been
feeling too well, so--

Campaignin' gettin'
too much for ya, huh?

It's not a matter
of quantity,
but quality.

Excuse me.

Ain't you gonna stick around
and see what happens
at that meetin' tomorrow?

Josh, about
that meeting.

I think I 've
figured a way to
play out our hand.

It's an old
lawyer's trick.

I thought
that instead
of showing up

with a lot of
official-looking
documents-- No.

-What?
-I said no.

I promised the people
of this valley

that I had enough evidence
in that briefcase

to blast the Barkleys
off their land.

[laughs]
And I ain't gonna weasel out.

I don't
understand you.

You mean, you're going
to walk into that room--

Why, they'll rip you apart.
You'll be lucky to walk
out of there alive.

Oh, I'll walk out alive.
Ain't no luck to it.

It's plannin',
and you oughta
know that, Frank.

Careful plannin'.

Josh?
You 'bout ready?

Yeah, I'm about ready.

Edna...

I reckon
it's goodbye.

Goodbye, Josh.

Good luck.

He's not bluffing.

He's up to something.
I wish I knew what it was.

Do you, Frank?

Where's he going
this time of night?

Edna...

You're not leaving
until tomorrow morning,

so I thought that
maybe when I get back--

We can talk, Frank,
but you won't talk
me out of it.

[sighs]

[horse trots]

Frank, be...

...careful.

Yeah. There's that cracked
board right there.

That's where I'll be sittin'.

From the time I light
the fuse to the first
explosion,

be about
two minutes.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Make it finer than that.

Well, all you gotta do
is drop that book
so I hear--

-I know, Dan'l, I know.
-Amble out of the room.

Meet me out the back.
I gotta boost outta
the window.

All right, all right,
all right.

All right.
Two minutes.

We're gonna fix
the Barkleys.

Might even put 'em
in jail.

-Maybe for murder, huh?
-[chuckles]

Well, come on, what do
you want me to do?

Well, just start
stringin' it out.

[footsteps approach]

[dog whines]

[barks]

[quietly]
Don't!

[barks]

Hold fast, mister.

Frank.

Tell him he can
put that gun away now.

Put it up,
Dan'l.

-He's spyin' on us--
-Put it in your holster.

Well...

You know, Frank,
if I had a pretty
wife like you got,

I'd spend all the time
I could with her
before she left.

No need for that.
I've decided to leave
with her in the morning.

Oh? When did you come to that
decision, Frank?

You said I was free
to go the other day--

that you had learned
all you could from me.

Yeah, but you should've
left the other day.

You sure shouldn't have
come out here tonight.

I didn't see anything.

You were coming up
out of the cellar when
I arrived, that's all.

He's lyin'.

I'll leave town, Josh.
Get on the first train
out of here in the morning.

I won't tell a soul.

Tell 'em what?
Thought you didn't
see anything.

I say we kill 'im
right now.

All right, Josh.

I'll leave tonight. Now.

I'll ride out right now.

I don't believe you, Frank.
You was a good teacher.

You taught me an awful lot
and you brung me a long way,

but you taught me that
I should never carry
any liabilities.

And that's what you are
to me right now, Frank.
You stand in my way.

Let me get Edna.

No, no, Frank.
You'd run right
to the Sheriff

and I can't let you
do that.

[cocks gun]

No, Dan'l, that'd
bring the whole town
down on our heads.

Josh, you're mad!

[gags]

You lost your nerve,
Frank.

You want this delivered,
Mr. Barkley,

or you taking it
along?

I'll have, uh,
Steve bring it out
to the ranch later on.

All right,
you want me to

ship along that
case of dynamite
at the same time?

Dynamite?

A fella from your
lumber camp ordered
a case of dynamite.

Took a few sticks
with him.

What was his name?

Well, I, uh

got the bill
right here
somewhere-- yeah.

-Jack Small.
-Jack Small.

We don't have any Jack Small
in our lumber camp.

Well, I'm sorry,
Mr. Barkley.

Now, if he'd took
any more than three
sticks of dynamite,

I'd have made real sure
he was workin' for you,

but when he said to
ship the rest of it out
to the lumber camp, I--

Now, why would anyone want
to go to all that trouble

just to steal
three sticks of dynamite?

That's what
I'd like to know.

What else can you
tell me about this?

-Well, he-- he was--
-Mr. Barkley?

Yeah, Steve?

Well, I know the man
who bought the dynamite
yesterday.

-What was his name?
-Well, I don't know that,

but a few days ago,
he gave my brother

a dollar to hand out
some papers for him.

They-- they said
some bad things
about your father.

Thank you, Steve.

Uh, Mr. Hawks

it is getting
a bit late.

Yes, yes, I--
I know, Judge,

but Mr. Wesley,
my campaign manager,
has got to be here.

Very well,
but we can't wait
much longer.

I don't know
where he could be.
He--

He's got to be here.
He helped me assemble

the evidence in this
briefcase.

I'd better check
outside.

[door opens]

What are you doin'
here?

You ain't supposed
to be here.

So you've said, Mr. Hawks.

You're afraid I might
influence the jury.

Well, I don't think anything
could influence these men
except the facts.

I'm a little tired
of hearing second-hand about
the crimes we've committed.

This time, I'd like
to face my accuser.

Come, Victoria.

Sit down.

Thank you.

HAWKS:
All right with me.
Let her stay.

I'm gonna go check outside.

Hawks.

Oh, uh, they're in there.
Why don't you join 'em?

We'll join 'em.

Look, you-- you join 'em.

Your mother's already
ruined the meeting,

so why don't
the two of you run it?

Now, I'm gettin' outta here.

Hawks.

[cocks gun]

Well, I'm a pretty good
target, Mr. Barkley,

but I don't reckon
I can argue with that.

[fires]

Ah!

We gotta
get outta here!

There's two sticks
of dynamite and
a burnin' fuse

down in the cellar!

Everybody out!
Come on, move!

Everybody out!
Come on!

Come on!

Barkley!
Barkley!

Help me!
Hawks is still in there!

Josh.

Josh! Josh!

Josh! Josh!

I gave you enough time
to get out!

What happened, Josh?
What went wrong?

Oh. Oh...

Oh... What happened, Josh?

[sobs]
Josh, what happened?

Josh...

Oh, boy.

-You set that one up.
-[chuckles]

-Jarrod, you--
-I know, I know,
I missed dinner.

-What'd you have?
-Pot roast.

-But I kept it warm for you.
-Good.

Well, you may be
interested to know

that the council
decided to put up
a new building.

They didn't have
much choice, did they?

Not after I offered
to match the building
cost dollar for dollar.

Huh. Should've rebuilt
the old one.

They're still digging out
the wreckage.

And you may be
interested to know

that they found our
friend Mr. Hawks's
briefcase,

containing all that
damaging evidence
against the Barkleys.

Wouldn't it have
been something if
he'd pulled it off?

Killed those four men,
then blamed us,
then have this turn up?

Oh, he would've
had an answer--
an explanation.

But the sad part of it is
there would've been people
who would've believed him.

One thing that
isn't so sad--

while they all been
sittin' around

wondering whether
or not they're gonna
buy our crops,

price of peaches
went up five cents
a bushel.

And that is mighty
sweet indeed.

-Did you say five cents
a bushel?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, I suppose now
they'll be calling us
pirates.

Well, if anybody does,
who'd believe 'em?

Oh, Mr. Counselor--
Your briefs.

[chuckles]

Let's get
some dinner.

Your move.