All language subtitles for S09E16 - The Animal - esen leg ENGLISH+2s

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Headed for Elgin, friend?

Looks that way, doesn't it?

Road you were on
goes right by Elgin.

Yeah, well, this trail's about
seven or eight miles shorter.

Still I don't think
I'd recommend it, friend.

- Really?
- Big hunting party up ahead.

We wouldn't want a stranger
getting himself hurt.

I appreciate it.

After a week in the saddle,
this trail suits me fine.

All right, go ahead.
It's your neck.

Much obliged.

Whoa.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

You eagle eyes see
any horns on these horses?!

What you gotta do,
paint signs on the livestock

in this valley?!

Come here. Come here.

Here we go.

Whoa.

Hold it right there.

Now don't be afraid.
I won't hurt you.

You're a little hungry, huh?
Well, I got plenty of food.

You take what you need.

What are you, Kiowa?

Shoshone?

Don't be afraid.

I'm not one of the hunters.

I'm not after you.

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What do I gotta do
to make you understand?

I'm not trying to hurt you.
I'm not one of the hunters.

I'm trying to keep you
from getting shot.

I think we both can use
a drink of water, huh?

Man: Toby!

You like shooting up
the scenery, Toby?

He's hiding down there
somewhere, Mr. Gustaveson.

I've got both ends
of this place covered.

No use wasting cartridges

until you get a clean sight
on your target.

What do we do when it gets dark?

I think...

this will flush
that animal out in the open.

What's the matter,
none of you got a match?

Just never hunted anything
with dynamite before.

I think it's only fitting
and proper.

That powder belonged
to my brother.

Now, space yourselves out,
and one at a time, Toby.

There's 20 rifles
on the opposite ridge.

All we have to do
is keep him running.

First-class sportsmen,
your friends.

Better get out of here.

You don't hear it, do you?

You don't hear anything.

Hah, come on.

What are you doing here, mister?

I'm trying to stay alive.

We're looking for an Indian.
Have you seen him?

One Indian?

You sure you got
enough equipment?

I asked you
a simple question, son.

Well, I've been shot at
and bombed,

and nobody's been civil enough
to tell me why.

We're wasting our time here,
Mr. Gustaveson.

Slow down, Toby,
I'm sure this stranger

would cooperate
if he understood.

We're hunting the Indian
for a brutal, senseless murder.

Are you positive
you got the right Indian?

Any mistake would be
kind of permanent.

No mistake, son.

My brother identified
the murderer

just before he died.

Most of the ranchers
know what he looks like.

Been carrying off
their sheep and chickens

for quite a while now.

Which one of you's the Sheriff?

We don't need the law
to hunt a rabid animal.

But you do for a human being.

Human being?

Do you know
how my brother was killed?

With an ax. His own ax.

You can see
why I'm gonna have to insist

on an answer to my question.

He's only a boy.

Where is he?

Down below,
hiding near the creek bed.

Maybe you'd better
come along with us,

- show us the way.
- No thanks.

There's a deer trail
leading down to him.

Let's go.

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There's no reward,
least not yet.

I'm not a bounty hunter,
Sheriff.

Then why did you bring him in?

Now what chance would he have
against 20 rifles?

Well, it might of been kinder.

Quick and clean is the best way
with wild animals.

So he's deaf, there may be
nothing wrong with his mind.

- You a doctor?
- I work at Shiloh Ranch.

That's a long ways from Elgin.

I was up north scouting a trail

for a cattle drive
later this month.

You got any more questions,
Sheriff, I'll be at the hotel.

You may get a bed,
and then again, you may not.

You know, Burt Gustaveson
was about the most loved

and respected man
in this piece of territory.

I met his friendly brother.

Then don't expect too much
from this town, Tate.

All I expect is a fair trial
for this boy.

I don't think anybody figured

that Indian was gonna
live to trial.

Including you?

Burt was my best friend.

He is gonna get a fair trial,
isn't he, Sheriff?

Room and board is all he gets
from me, mister.

Trials are up to Judge Fitzroy.

Come on.

Move it.

Where can I find Judge Fitzroy?

During business hours,

the mercantile
and dry goods store.

I can smell water 30
or 40 feet deep.

My willer stick points
it right out.

It's a God-given gift.
Look around you.

It's gonna be another dry year,

and you're worried about
your cattle dying,

your forage drying up
and blowing away.

Well, I'm willing to share
my divine gift

with you forsaken people
for a small price.

Hey, mister!

You've heard of water witchers,
ain't ya?

People with the gift?

Wouldn't you like cool,
fresh water on your property?

I can find freshets, deep wells,
underground rivers.

If there's water anywhere,
I'll find it

with just
this simple willer stick.

When that turns over
and points to the ground

with enough power
to twist the bark in my hands,

I'll guarantee you
there's water right there.

The way you described it,
I think it would be beautiful.

Yes?

I'm looking for Judge Fitzroy.

Court business or dry goods?

It's court.

Excuse me.

Uh-huh?

- Are you Judge Fitzroy?
- Yes.

Judge, under Wyoming law,

shouldn't capital offenses
be tried by a circuit court?

Only if a local court
waives jurisdiction,

unless of course
a federal law is broken.

What if the charge is murder?

Well, murder only
becomes a federal crime

if a federal officer is killed.

You got an Indian boy
in your jail.

Will you waive jurisdiction
on him?

Are you a lawyer, young fella?

No, sir, I'm not.

Then you must be the one
who brought him in.

I just want to see that
his legal rights are protected.

That animal will get everything
that's coming to him.

How do you know he's guilty?
Could've been self-defense.

I knew Burt Gustaveson.

He could've drew a gun
on the boy.

My uncle never carried
a gun in his life.

The day that he was killed,
he was trying to deepen

an old dried-up stream-bed

so that the ranchers
would have more water next year.

While the other ranchers
were worried about a drought,

my uncle was doing
something about it,

and not because anybody
asked him to, either.

He just always
was helping people

because that's the kind
of man that he was!

Miss Gustaveson. Karen!

You just cost me a cash sale.

Well, now that's almost
as important

as that Indian boy's life.

He'll get a just
and fair hearing in my court.

Then you won't mind
if it's a jury trial.

Not at all, no problem
rounding up 12 local citizens.

Who's the best lawyer in town?

We've only got one, Alex Newell.

His office is right
next to the hotel.

You don't really think
he's innocent, do you?

I don't know.

Maybe nobody knows for sure
except that boy.

Mr. Tate, you just admitted

the boy came at you
with the same ax.

Out of panic.

He thought I wanted
to kill him, too.

First you have to prove
to the court

that the boy
is capable of thinking.

Mr. Newell, Indians are wards
of the federal government.

Doesn't that mean he has
to be tried by a federal judge?

It only applies to Indians
living on a reservation.

Indian Act section 38.

You seem to know
a bit about law.

Not enough, Mr. Newell.

That's why I came to you.
I want you to defend the boy.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Well, I suppose Mr. Gustaveson
was your best friend, too.

No, but this town pays me
a yearly fee

to prosecute all criminal cases.

It's my job to convict him.

Well, then where can I find
a defense attorney?

Here's a list
of all the attorneys

in this section
of the territory.

The nearest one is three days
ride from Elgin.

You may keep the list.

Thanks.

Thank you for telling me
the boy had the ax.

I may call on you to testify.

District Court 7, Elgin Township
is now in session.

Will the fellas I picked
for jury duty move over here?

We are here to arraign and try
one John Doe Indian.

Sheriff, bring in the prisoner.

Boyd, turn him around,
have him face the court.

John Doe, you are accused
of the willful murder

of Burtram Gustaveson

on or about
the Saturday morning last.

How do you plead?

How do you plead,
guilty or not guilty?

Judge, anybody can see
the kid's a deaf mute.

He doesn't even know
what you're doing to him.

Well, do you have
any suggestions, Mr. Tate,

as to how the court
can communicate

with that wild animal?

No, I don't, but I do know
he has a legal right

to have somebody
to speak for him.

Meaning yourself.

No, but I'm asking
for a postponement

to find a defense attorney
for the boy.

Mr. Tate, no attorney
in his right mind

would ride all the way to Elgin
to defend something like that.

All I'm asking is time to try.

I don't see that justice
would be served

by dragging this thing out.

These people
have businesses to run.

Maybe it's better
he didn't hear that.

He'll never know his life
wasn't worth this court's time.

And when you hang him,
at least he'll die

thinking he's a human being.

Fitzroy, are you gonna let
this stranger run your court?

Now, we pay you for justice,
and in my brother's name,

I'm gonna see we have it.

Mr. Gustaveson,
with all due respect

for the deep emotions
aroused by this tragedy,

this is a court of law.

My rulings must be based
only on legal statutes.

Judge Fitzroy,
may I say something?

I don't see why not, Karen,
everybody else is.

I don't think
that the court has a choice.

The Sixth Amendment
is one of those laws,

and I believe that it states
that the accused

shall have the right
of counsel for his defense.

The court is not
denying him that right.

I'm willing to offer
anyone in town

to represent this murderer.

Now if any citizen wants
to step forward

and assume that responsibility,
step forward.

All right,
now let's get on with it.

Your Honor, the prosecution
has to agree with Mr. Tate.

Mr. Newell,
didn't you hear my ruling?

Then the prosecution
makes a motion for postponement

so that it may better
prepare its case.

Well, that's
a different cut of cloth.

The court will grant
a five-day postponement

on one condition, Mr. Tate,

that if you fail
to find an attorney,

you agree to represent
the defendant.

I'm not qualified.

Well, you haven't done
too badly so far. Agreed?

I agree.

Court is adjourned
till Monday morning, 9:00

That shirt's
a little big on him.

I'm afraid
he won't have it long.

You take care of him, hear?

I will.

Miss Gustaveson.

Any luck?

No.

Looks like the judge was right.

No one was willing
to even take the ride out here

for what I could pay.

Well, the judge isn't
always right, you know.

Take a look at these.

Looks like the boy
won't have anybody.

No one 'cept you.

Seems you're the only one left.

How can I help?

I don't even know his name,
where he comes from, anything.

Well, you might ride out
to Shoshone reservation

and talk to chief Totanka.

He might be able
to tell you something.

I'll give it a try
in the morning.

Nice beef you got there.

We are learning.

Someday, my people must live
by the new ways.

Are you chief Totanka?

I am called Spotted Hand.

Maybe you can tell me
if the Shoshone

have had a runaway,
a boy about 16?

Many have left the reservation.

Well, this one can't talk.

He is no longer of this tribe.

Well, he needs help.

I thought the Shoshone

always took care
of their helpless ones.

The Shoshone do not see crazy

and hide them away
from the family.

It is our law not to punish them

but to keep them
from the cold and hunger,

for they are children
touched by the great Spirit.

Is the white man's law better?

Well,
I hope we're learning, too.

Can you tell me
when the boy ran away?

He did not run from here.

It was the will
of our tribal council.

Then he was sent away
from the reservation?

He would strike
the other children.

When he grew tall and strong,
no one was safe from his anger.

Many were hurt.
It was forbidden to bind him.

Yet the tribal council
is the protector of our people.

When he was among us
for 15 summers,

they took him far away
to the high rocks

and gave him three days food.

He was left there to die?

High above the tall trees
and in the face of the Spirit

because he could not call out
and ask to be taken.

Well, he's still
one of your people.

He needs your protection.

To the Shoshone,
he no longer exists.

Not even chief Totanka

could the change the will
of our council.

Can you at least tell me
the boy's name?

Know the white man's name
for your boy?

They call him the animal.

I want to see the boy.

No visitors.

I'm not a visitor.

You're looking
at the defense counsel.

I'd like to conference
with my client.

Well,
if we're going by the rules,

then you have to put
your gun belt on my desk.

Wait here,
I'll put the cuffs on.

What're you doing?
Let him alone.

Listen, you may
be able to tell Fitzroy

how to run his court.

Nobody tells me
how to run my jail.

Look at him, he thinks
you're gonna hurt him.

All right, counselor,
you can have your conference.

Inside.

All right,
nobody's gonna hurt you.

I brought you something.

It may be stale,
but it's all they had.

Go on.

I gotta make you understand.
I want to help you.

But now you gotta help me.

There was an ax.

An ax?

An ax.

Uh... chop wood.

Wood.

Sheriff, can I have
some paper and a pencil?

Uh, what for?

I'm trying to get
through to him somehow.

Maybe if I draw him
some pictures, he'll understand.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Ax.

You again.
Don't you ever give up?

What are you doing with him?

I want him to examine the boy.

I'm not gonna do no such thing,
not that killer.

Now do I have to get
a court order?

You might as well do
what he says, Doc.

Or else none of us gonna get
any peace around here.

Well, I'll look in
if you can get his jaws apart.

Well. Nice set of teeth.

There.

Vocal cords are unremarkable.

No, there's no obvious reason

why the boy can't talk
if he has a mind to.

How can we check his hearing?

Well, I'm gonna get around
to that right now

with this tuning fork.

You see any reaction
in his eyes?

No.

Well, now, I'll...

put this right up against

the mastoid bone behind his ear.

Maybe he'll hear
some of the vibration.

You know,
sound is vibration in air.

You know that, don't you?

That bone will carry the sound
right to the inner ear.

Put that right there.

You didn't strike it that time.

Well, no, you have to get him
used to the feel of it first.

Come on now.

Otherwise, we couldn't judge

his reaction to the...
To the sound.

It's all right now.

It's all right. It's all right.

What do you think?

Well, it just might be
that there's nothing wrong

with the boy's mind
or his... his voice.

Could be that having
never heard a human voice

makes it right difficult
to learn to talk.

How can we tell for sure?

We can't.

Doctor, I have heard
that some deaf people

have been taught to speak.

Well, Mr. Tate,
that'd take quite some time,

and this... this boy's got
a very short life expectancy.

I do seem to remember
that the local schoolteacher

did work with some deaf children

when she was a student
at some fancy Eastern college.

You might give that a try.

Thanks, Doctor.

Boyd?!

Come get me out of here!

Can I speak with you, ma'am?

I know how you must feel
about me, Miss Gustaveson,

but I need your help.

Well, if it's about
that Indian boy,

I can't help you.

Then why did you speak up
for him in court?

It's one thing, Mr. Tate,
to expect a fair trial.

That's common decency.

But it's quite another
to actually help the man

who killed my own uncle
escape justice.

What kind of justice would it be

to convict that boy
without hearing his side?

You said that he can't talk.

Well, that doesn't mean
we can ignore his side of it.

Is he to be guilty
because he's deaf

or because his defense counsel
is too ignorant to help?

I thought he was rather
ably represented

at the arraignment, Mr. Tate.

Well, it was you
that quoted book and verse

of the law to that judge.

It was you that got him
that postponement.

Well...

a teacher can't help
remembering things.

Did you attend law school?

I got my schooling
in territorial prison.

I liked to have read the print
right off those law books.

But it didn't get my sentence
reduced one day.

Is that why you've taken
such an interest in the boy?

I know what it's like

having everyone think
you're a crazy killer,

to feel ignorant and alone and
facing a know-it-all judge

not knowing what to do
or to say,

just standing there
being frightened.

But at least I could talk back,

even if nobody believed me.

Were you guilty?

Yes, I was.

Not in the way they said,
but all the same, I was.

You're asking me
to go against my own family.

All I'm asking you to do is help
a boy who may be innocent,

help a boy who maybe shouldn't
have to go to prison.

You don't know what it's like.
You have to be there.

It's bad enough
for any normal man,

but for him, a boy who can't
even hear or talk...

They call him an animal now.

In prison, he'll be an animal

locked up in a cage
for the rest of his life.

Help me find a way
to reach his mind,

teach him a word.

All I want you to do is get
that boy to stand up in court

and tell them
one way or another.

Let him stand up
like a thinking being.

Let them stand up
and defend himself,

even with a nod of his head.

Let him be a man...

instead of...

instead of what they call him.

I wish my class had heard that.

Counselor...

Would you accept
a junior member into your firm?

Why don't you just
take up residence here?

Time was when shaving
was a private ritual.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Newell
left some books for you.

And Doc Housman
said you wanted this.

Well, thanks.

You're welcome.

Music?

It's an idea
I got from Dr. Housman.

He can hear this, in a way,
through the bones in his head.

Come on, son.

The way you can train
a wild colt

is you gotta get his attention.

What if one touch meant "yes"?

- And two meant "no."
- He might respond to sound.

Smile, nod your head yes.
Let him know yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Again.

Yes, yes. Please, yes, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

No.

No. No.

No.

No... no.

How's he doing?

I don't know,
sometimes I feel like he...

Just keep trying.

No. No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Tate, I think
he's doing something.

Try yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Tate, he's doing it,
he's doing it!

Good boy, good boy.

We got to give him a name.

Adam.

Why that one?

It's from Milton.

"And the angel ended,
and in Adam's ear

so charmingly left his voice
that he awhile

thought him still speaking,
still stood fix'd to hear."

All right. Adam.

Good.

Tate.

I think he wants
the tuning fork.

I wouldn't lie to you

about a thing like that,
Mr. Gustaveson.

They went in there together,
huh?

Far as I know,
they're still in the jailhouse.

- Was Boyd there?
- In and out.

Looks like he just seemed to
give them the run of the place.

My brother isn't even cold
in his grave,

and already Tate
has half this town weeping

for that...
That murdering animal.

- We could burn it down.
- Burn what down?

- The jailhouse.
- Oh, forget it, Dolby.

That $20-a-month Sheriff
is liable to take it personally,

drop a load of 12 gauge
in your vest.

We got three of your hands
on the jury.

That's not enough
for a hanging verdict.

Could whittle
the odds down some.

The odds.
12 to 0 would suit me better.

Dolby...

you tell all those jurors

that if anyone votes
not guilty on Monday,

they may never see Tuesday,
not in Elgin.

What's that?

Well, I wanna try and show him
some more pictures.

Maybe this time,
he'll understand.

Is that supposed to be Adam
leaving the reservation?

I get paid for punching cows,
not art drawing.

You're full of surprises, Tate.

In fact...

I think you're dangerous.

To who?

To me.

You had so much faith in Adam.

And you cared enough about him
to take on the whole town.

A woman doesn't expect
to find that in a man.

She hopes, but...

You know
I spent 10 years behind bars.

Maybe you ought to know why.

Tate, credit me
with a little faith, too.

I've watched you,
and that's all I need to know.

Well, I brought you
some more drawing paper, Tate.

Ah, thanks.

Let's give it a try.

You.

Adam.

You.

You. Adam.

Right.

He understands.

Maybe.

Let's try another one.

You.

Adam.

They left you on a mountaintop.

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Tate, why would they do
that to him?

Adam fought
the other Shoshone children.

They probably laughed at him,

and that's the only way
he could talk back.

You, Adam.

Did you hit the man with the ax?

He... he doesn't understand.
He doesn't.

Yes, he does, Karen.

Ask him again.

Adam, did...

Did you kill the man
with the ax?

Tate, I'm sorry.

I know how much
you wanted to help him.

I wanted to help him, too.

We still don't know
if it was murder.

Adam could've acted
in self-defense.

Tate, don't you ever give up?

Well, they could've had
a misunderstanding or a quarrel.

My uncle wouldn't fight
with a deaf boy.

No, Tate, I'm sorry,
he's guilty.

He admitted it.

All right,
say it was true murder,

but isn't that boy
still entitled to a defense?

Yes, he is, but not from me.

I lived up to my
part of the bargain,

but I can't be expected
to defend the man

- who killed my own uncle!
- All right, all right.

What was that
little quote of yours?

The accused shall have the right
to counsel for his defense?

Does that say he has
to be proven innocent first?

No, it doesn't,
and I may be wrong, too,

because I loved my uncle,

and I know
the kind of man he was.

If family loyalty
is prejudice to you, Tate,

then I'm prejudiced,
and I'm proud of it.

Looks like you been
locked out, Tate.

Anyhow, there's no reason
for a big trial now.

Is there?

Boyd Dewey told his wife
what happened last night.

And she went out
and told the whole town.

You know, about that animal
admitting his guilt.

Guess you'll be
leaving Elgin now.

Don't bet on it.

Saddle up, Tate.
You're riding out.

Ain't gonna be no fancy trial.

I promise you the biggest,
fanciest trial

this little old town
of Elgin's ever seen.

Newell?

Good evening, Mr. Gustaveson

What's going on
over at the jail?

I saw you talking
to my daughter.

Oh, Karen wanted to borrow
some of my books.

Uncommonly generous,
Mr. Prosecutor.

Only a professional courtesy.

No doubt.

Professionally speaking, Alex,

that animal got any real chance
of getting off?

If Tate pleads not guilty
by reason of insanity,

I'm not sure.

We all know that's
a crazy Indian in there.

That's what I mean.

Tate! Where have you been?

I've been looking every place.
What happened to your face?

Just some
small-town hospitality.

I see you picked up a souvenir.

You want to press charges?

Uh-huh, against the whole town.

New rules, Tate.

You have do your conferring
outside the cell,

but he stays inside.

Why?

It's not safe.
You proved he's a killer.

Dolby, were gonna save
the taxpayers

an expensive trial.

The Sheriff,
he's gonna be busy tonight.

I predict a fistfight is gonna
break out in the saloon.

There's going to be
some shooting, too,

that'll be heard from one end
of this town to the other.

No gun-play at the jail.

But you know what happens
when you open an animal's cage?

He runs, Dolby.

Take it easy, boy,
I ain't gonna hurt you.

Two choices, Tate.

A quick answer
or a short prayer.

Where's the Indian?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Now you're down to one.

Tate. Tate, Adam's gone!
The door was...

First-rate timing,
Miss Gustaveson.

Sheriff, you've gotta
believe us, there isn't time.

I admire your style and all,

but I think you'd better
go home to your pa.

That mob out there isn't gonna
believe Tate either!

Move. Move.

He's mine.

But I'll need a posse
to track that Indian.

Just all volunteer.

I want you to get your horses
and your supplies

and meet me at the jail
in five minutes ready to ride.

Listen, the longer
we stand here jawing,

the bigger head start
he's gonna get, let's go.

Toby, maybe
that animal got through here.

Just keep watching.

We got every road
and trail covered.

Yeah.

Well, maybe he ain't
coming through here at all.

Shut up, will you?

He'll never come this way
if he hears you jawing.

He can't.

He's a stone deaf, remember?

Well, shut up anyway!

See anything?

Whoever he is,
he's riding Indian style.

Toby?

Toby, where are ya?

Answer me! He can't hear us!

Toby?

Toby!

Well, Boyd, I think you can
figure this out for yourself.

Well, looks like I'll have to
get myself a bigger jail.

- The tuning fork.
- Give it to him.

No, Adam,
tell us about the murder.

Tell us about the ax.

Sheriff, I thought you promised
me some privacy with my client.

Just so long as you follow
the rules, counselor.

Adam, tell us. About the ax.

I think it's working.

He knows what we want him
to tell us.

He's struggling with the ax,
I think.

Good boy, Adam, running. Good.

Why does he keep repeating that?

Adam, no, the ax.
Tell us about the...

Adam, the man with the ax.

Adam, Adam, the ax.
Tell us about the ax.

Why does he keep repeating that?

Maybe it's something that
happened on the reservation.

His mind works,

but we're just asking
too much of him.

Adam knows exactly
what he's trying to tell us.

He's holding something.

Two sticks?

A forked stick?

A willow stick.
The water witcher.

Adam's been trying to tell us
the water witcher saw it.

A witness, Karen, a witness!

But that old man's gone.
He could be anywhere.

He's up in the hills.
I saw him with his mule.

I'm going after him
and bring him back.

Wait, Tate,
what about the trial?

If I'm not back in time,
you start.

You'll be his attorney.

Use all your quotations,
anything, stall!

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Fair warning wasn't
good enough for you, huh?

Tinker, I wanna talk to you!

Mite late for that,
but don't take it personal.

You saw a murder two weeks ago,

an Indian boy and an old man!

Tinker, I want you
to come back to Elgin,

tell the court what you saw.

There's a boy
being tried for murder.

I didn't see a murder.
It was only a fight!

Tinker, come back and tell
the judge what you saw.

You go away and leave me alone,
or I'm gonna bury you, mister!

Tinker...

if you don't come back...

I'm gonna
have to shoot your mule.

You wouldn't do a thing
like that now, would you,

to an old man?

That mule's all I got.

If I'd had me a repeater,

you'd have been
noticeably heavier by now.

Ah, Tinker,
get your mule, let's go.

Karen: And so the territory
of Wyoming

was the first political unit
to give women the vote.

Your Honor, this is a courtroom,
not a schoolhouse.

Can't we do
without her speech-making?

Your honor, I am only trying
to show that with the vote

came other duties
and responsibilities

for women and that therefore,
as a woman,

there should be no
discrimination against my acting

as substitute counsel
for this boy

in the absence of Mr. Tate.

Miss Gustaveson...

I believe the court conceded
that point to you

15 minutes ago.

Now... may we proceed?

In that case,

I would like to ask
for a postponement.

Your Honor.

Fitzroy, can't you see
she's stalling?

Quiet, order!

We shall have order
in this court.

If you can't run this court,
we'll get someone who can.

Mr. Gustaveson, please.

Your Honor,
as substitute counsel,

I haven't had time
to prepare my case.

- Surely the court would...
- Please, Miss Gustaveson.

This court will not allow
any more delays.

Now if you wish to remain
counsel for this boy,

you will proceed
with the defense.

Is that clear?

Yes.

All right.

Now how does
the defendant plead?

Tate: Not guilty.

That man Gustaveson
was fixing to blow up

an old stream-bed
with blasting powder.

Well, he lights the fuse
and runs back

when along comes
this rag-tail Indian.

Well,
Gustaveson shouts and shouts.

The boy was almost standing
on the blasting powder.

Well, Gustaveson runs back

with the ax up in the air
like he's gonna cut the fuse.

The Indian must have thought
he was coming after him

'cause he grabbed the ax
and hassled him fer it.

I guess they must have kicked
the fuse out in the fight,

'cause the explosion
never did go off,

but the ax fell
and hit Gustaveson

on the side of the head.

Well, I could see
Gustaveson was hurt,

but he got up
and staggered away.

The boy sees me, he takes the ax

and lights out for the hills.

Tinker, why didn't you come
into town and tell the Sheriff?

They was both up walking around
last time I saw them.

I didn't know it was murder.
All I saw was a fight.

And Burt Gustaveson tried
to save the boy's life.

Only Adam didn't know it
at the time.

Judge, this wasn't murder.

It was a hard, cruel accident.

The defense asks
that the charges be dropped.

Alex, what do you say?

Prosecution concurs.

It's been a long time since I've
had to apologize for anything.

I'm not sure
I still know how to do it.

I know you won't forget
what I tried to do to that boy.

But I want you to know...

I was wrong.

Anyway...

I'd like to thank you
for what you did...

for stopping me.

How long will you be gone?

A month or so,
long enough to get Adam started.

Will they really be able
to teach him to talk?

I've seen them work miracles
at the University.

Philadelphia's
such a long way from home.

I suppose that when I get back,
you'll be at Shiloh.

Yeah, I suppose.

My father put up
most of the money

for Adam's schooling.

It was sort of his way of saying
that he was sorry to the boy,

and I wish that one day,

you'd drop in and say thank you.

We have pretty good cattle
around here when it rains.

Might even interest Shiloh.

I'll speak to the Colonel
about it.

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