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Mr. Goodnight?

Mr. Goodnight?

I have a nine o'clock appointment!

Yeah.

Mr. Goodnight?

I have a nine o'clock appointment!

Yeah, just a minute.

I'll be right with you.

Yeah.

You're Goodnight?

Yeah, Morgan, right?

Come in.

I'll be right with you.

I'll be with you guysmomentarily.

I was expecting someonea little more...

Lawyerly?

Yeah, can't sayl blame you.

I was up all nighton a case.

No cause for concern.

You'll get your money's
worth, I assure you.

So it's true you've neverlost a trial?

So far.

What can I do for you?

I need a patent.

So you're an inventor.

Just an ordinary manwith an idea.

Every man is ordinary, until
hedoes an extraordinary thing.

Right.

May I speak frankly?

Of course.

I'm not entirely sure

if my invention is100 percent original.

Well, Shakespeareborrowed all

but three or fourof his ideas.

That puts you inpretty good company.

Excuse me; I'm ina meeting here.

John William Goodnight,

you're under arrest.

For what?

For disturbing the peace,
public drunkenness,

illegal gambling,

and destruction of propertyin
Rooms 13, 47 and 49

the Drake Hotel.

Oh, that...

Well, I will take care of
those damages right here?

So...

Mr. Morgan, I'll be in touch.

Okay.

You Goodnight?

Stand aside, this man'sunder arrest.

Not anymore.

You wanted to see me, sir.

You know why you're here?

I have a few ideas.

Most of them unpleasant.

I believe the wordis unprofessional.

I can't argue with that.

Tell me...

Do you like being a lawyer, Mr. Goodnight?

Well, sir...

while I have a great
dealof respect for the law,

can't say the samefor lawyers.

Myself included.

And why is that?

For a lawyer justiceis inconsequential,

victory is paramount.

And you're tiredof winning?

Well, you can be happyto
know your winning streak's

come to an end.

You will no longer be practicinglaw
in the State of Illinois.

You're taking awaymy license?

No, not quite.

Put your handon the bible.

It is with the powervested in me

by the President of the United States,

that I herebyappoint you,

John William Goodnight,

to the position of Circuit
Judgein the Wyoming Territory...

where you can continueto demonstrate

your respect for the law,

and perhaps find some respectfor yourself.

Do you accept?

Do I have a choice?

No.

You know what I willmiss the most?

Looking out there at allthat land and sky.

Knowing it was once ours.

We could sell my ring.

We've alreadygiven up enough.

We all have.

It could buy usanother month.

Another monthwithout rain
ain't goingto grow those crops.

Besides there are some
thingsthat ain't to be sold.

Like what?

A wedding ring.

A man's soul.

We did our best out here.

There will be other times.

I know.

Grab your things, don't
want to miss the stage.

You keep holdof that Johnny.

You don't let it break.

Gotta go.

Where's the stagecoach?

The town doesn't haveone, son.

We'll ride out on thisand
catch a stage in Laramie.

We got enough for candy?

Can I help you?

How much for candy?

How much you got?

Grab a handful.

Thank you, sir.

I always go for the peppermint.

On your way, Judge?

Worn out my welcome, I think.

Not in my book.

That piece of dirt deservedto be hanged.

I hope so.

Looks like we'll betravelling together.

Aldous Shaw, Circuit Judge.

And my wife, Rebecca.

William and Anna Goodnight.

Please to meet you.

Where you folks headed?

John.

Where are you folks headed?

Back east.

I'm afraid we just
didn'tget lucky out here.

Drought one year, floods the next.

Don't feel bad.

This is a hard country.

I've seen a lot of goodpeople come and go.

A true man is someone

who does rightby his family.

No matter wherethat takes him.

Thank you, sir.

Fred.

Judge.

Rebecca.

John.

Mrs. Goodnight.

Do you have children, Mrs. Shaw?

Sadly, no.

With the judge gone so much...

well, no child should
growup without a father.

Though I often wonder if
we made the right decision.

I'm sure you're blessedin other ways.

That we are.

Still, looking at your
boy, I can't help but think

what we've missed.

He's a good boy.

He's very handsome.

Yes.

That a six-gun?

Yes it is.

You a good shot?

Not bad.

I shot a can off a fence
postwith my pa's Winchester.

Son, with a gun like his,
he's not shooting at cans.

You ever kill anyone?

John, watch your manners!

It's a fair question.

I have killed... to upholdthe law.

And when you pulla gun like this,

chances are someone'sgoing
to be shooting back.

A man has to figure out
whathe's willing to sacrifices

in order to do whathe knows is right.

I never met anyonewho talks like you.

When a person's lifeis in your hands,

you owe it to them to
beas good with your words

as you are with a gun.

So if you don't shoot them,
you can talk them to death?

What's got into you!

Apologize to the judge. Go on.

No, not necessary.

You know who said almostthat
very same thing to me?

Abe Lincoln.

You met President Lincoln?

We rode the circuittogether
back in Illinois,

before he was president.

Looks like you leada charmed life, Judge.

Looks can be deceiving.

Driver! Bandits!

Who are they?

I hanged one of their menback in town.

I'm afraid they're lookingfor
blood, not justice.

On the floor!!!

Faster driver, faster!!

Hold on!!

Ahhhh!!!!!!!!

Mr. Goodnight...

The Governor's officesare closing now.

Where on earth did you
findtulips in autumn?

Well, it wasn't in the Wyoming Territory,

I can tell you that.

So you saw the Governor.

He's differentthan I thought.

More talkative, I imagine.

Yeah, a real chatterbox.

In fact, I'm pretty surehe told me

everything youwanted him to.

He's always been goodat taking directions.

Better than me you mean?

You're angry with me, John.

It's just thatthe Wyoming territory

is the most dangerous,
lawless place in America?

The last three judges theremet
with an untimely death.

You're just as likelyto meet with one here,

the way you've been living.

You know I've always
hopedyou might settle down,

raise a family of your own.

But you haven't.

And you won't.

Not here, not like this.

Because beneath all thatfast
talk and fancy clothes

and big city manners,

you're still thatsame tortured boy.

And I fear you'll never
havepeace until you have justice.

It's been my blessingto raise you, John.

The blessing's been mine.

You gave me a life.

You lost your parents, I lost my husband.

But we have each other.

Now go out there, find that killer

and make him pay.

There's no guaranteel'll find him.

He may be dead already.

That'll save youthe trouble then.

Just remember, there's
adifference between justice

and revenge.

Aldous knew that.

And when the time comes,

you'll know it too.

Will I?

Because even after all this time,

I still dream of killing him.

I do too.

But there are bigger dreamsto have.

This is the knifethat killed Aldous.

This is for hanging my friend, judge.

Oh!

These are yours now.

Aldous carried this gavelfor twenty years,

calling order in every
mannerof court you can imagine.

He always said you neededorder
to respect the law,

and the sound of thisgavel
in his capable hand

would bring that order.

Some people do not
heedthe call of the gavel.

They come reluctantlyto justice.

And for those who require ita little more,

that same capable handwould
guide them with this...

John...

good luck.

Will the court come to order.

The Honorable John
WilliamGoodnight presiding.

First case.

Yes, what seems to bethe problem?

What brings you lovebirdsto court today?

Trouble in paradise?

We got a bathtub problem.

Big problem.

A bathtub...?

That's right.

This beanpole poor excuseof a man

insists on takinghis bath first,

but he's so dirty that
by the time it's my turn

the water's so filthyl might as well bathe

with the pigs!!

Well she's so big, if she goes first,

by the time she's
donethere's no water left!!

Have you consideredthe possibility

of taking your bathson different days?

Huh?

For instance, Ma'am, you
take your bath on a Mondays.

Sir, you take yourson Wednesdays...

Huh?

And Fridays.

That's my ruling.

Next case.

That will be a $1 fine
and five days in jail.

I sentence you to three
years of hard labour...

Do you swear to tell the truth
the whole truth and nothing but.

Three years hard labour.

Order!

Order!

Order, please!

Case dismissed!

You're free to go!

May god have mercy on you.

Please take the witness stand.

It's been my experience

that people who exhibitsuch
open contempt for the law

have generallyjust broken it.

I ain't donenothing wrong.

Section 94 of the Wyominglegislature

prohibits public spitting.

Three days in jailand $1 fine.

You gonna jail mefor spitting?

Son, your incarceration will bea
result of your own stupidity.

Now, I am going to readthe
charges off this docket.

And you tell me whichother
ones you're guilty of.

Arson.

Assault.

Trespassing.

Stealing chickens...

Stealing chickens?

You know I could maybe forgivethat
if it were one chicken,

But you stoleeight chickens...

And from a widow no less.

He did that, judge.

I am ordering you to replacethe birds.

Praise Bea.

And clean out thepublic
spittoons for 90 days.

Thank you, judge!

Thank you! Thank you!

Next case.

Whiskey.

Leave the bottle.

I'm looking for someone.

I figure you see everyone
whocomes through here.

The ones that drink anyway.

It's a good bet the manl'm after drinks.

He'd be about 50.

Took a bullet in the leg, dragging a limp.

A lot of men comethrough here with limps.

On account of the war, mostly.

You recognize this?

What did he do?

Shot up a wagon load
of peoplein cold blood.

You a bounty hunter?

No.

I'm the judge.

My apologies, your honor.

I'll be sure to keepa short look out.

You do that.

You know, your honour,

I do have a little something

you might be interested in.

One of my girls ison trial.

You know for whatthey pay me

I could use a littleextra cash,

and I have been known
to dothings I shouldn't,

but unfortunately for
youl don't take bribes.

She's a real nice girl, your honour.

Pretty too.

And I look forward to
seeingevery one of her virtues.

In my courtroom.

First case... Jones versus Landry.

Miss Landry, you have
beenaccused of stabbing

Mr. Jones in the hand.

How do you plead?

I'm innocent.

I'd like to hearfrom both parties.

Mr. Jones, you first.

Thank you, your honour.

I was returning home after
asocial drink with my colleagues

when this floozy appearedout of nowhere

and stabbed me.

This heinousand unprovoked act

has rendered me unableto use my right hand,

preventing me from
exercisingmy duties at the bank

and causing my wifeundue anxiety.

I see.

So it's your testimonythen that
she stabbedyou for no reason.

That's right.

Sit down and tend toyour
heinous andunprovoked wound.

Miss Landry, did you stabMr. Jones?

Yes.

But I had to.

I didn't know how elseto make him stop.

Stop what?

He attacked me.

That's a lie!

Look, I may be a lot of things,
but a liar isn't one of them.

You were drunk and you
waitedfor me outside the saloon

and you tried to takeadvantage of me.

And when I said no, you hit me!

I did no such...!

I did no such thing.

I'm a pillar of this community.

Thank you very muchfor reminding me.

I'm ready to rendera verdict.

Whenever I've hadto stab someone,

it's usually been in the gutor the chest.

Mrs. Landry here, she appearsto
be a very robust young woman.

Now if she wantedto inflict

a more serious levelof damage on Mr. Jones

it seems to me apparentshe could have,

stab him in a more dire place, for example.

But instead, he appears
heretoday in this courtroom

with a wound on his hand.

It appears to bea defensive wound.

While I find there is
oftenreason to stab a drunk man,

there is never good reasonto hit a woman.

Miss Landry, all chargesare dismissed

and you are free to go.

Mr. Jones, you're also freeto
go home with your wife,

and when you get there,

check your kitchen knivesand
make sure they are dull,

in the very likely event
shemay want to stab you too.

What about my hand?

Use the other one.

Next case.

I thought you didn'ttake bribes.

If it happens after the
trial, it ain't no bribe.

What's going on?

Murder trials arepretty
popular around here.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He hated my father becauseof
the color of his skin.

Said he'd kill himif he ever stepped foot

in his restaurant again.

When was the last timeyou saw your father?

Two weeks ago.

My baby brothertook sick.

Papa went into townto fetch him some milk.

He never came back.

Do you havereason to believe

he went to Mr. Ayles'restaurant?

It was a Sunday night.

Everything else was closed.

When was your father found?

The next morning.

Hanging from a treeby the creek.

I'm sorry to have to ask
youthese painful questions.

It's just water.

You want me to drinkfrom your cup?

Go ahead, I'm not contagious.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now Isaac, I want youto think really hard,

Did you, or anyone you knowof,
actually see your father

with Mr. Ayles on the dayhe disappeared?

No sir.

Anyone in this courtroom...

Does anyone in thiscourtroom
have any knowledge

of Mr. Ayles committing bodilyharm
or injury to Mr. Samuels?

Son, this is a courtof law.

We require proof that a
manhas committed a crime

before he can be punished.

You may sit down.

Harlan Ayles, you'reaccused of murder.

How do you plead?

My client is innocent.

And with all due respect,
these proceedings are a farce.

A man is dead.

I'd call that a tragedy, not a farce.

This is a trial with
noevidence, no witnesses.

My client had nothing
to dowith this incident.

Well, then, he won't be
needinghis lawyer, will he?

Mr. Ayles hired meas his advocate.

Then I suggest you give himhis money back.

Mr. Ayles, step up to
the centre of this court.

Your honour, you can't runa
courtroom without lawyers.

Yes, I can.

And do you know why?

Because it's my courtroomand
I don't like lawyers.

Place your handon the bible.

Unlike your lawyer, do you
swear to tell the truth

the whole truthand nothing but?

I certainly do.

You'd better.

Be seated.

Do I detect a bit of a Southern accent?

Tennessee.

Nice place.

Used to be.

Not the sameafter the war though.

Word is a little group gotits start there.

Maybe you've heard of them.

Call themselvesthe Ku Klux Klan.

I wouldn't knowanything about that.

Surely you read the papers.

Just the Bible.

A spiritual man, that's comforting.

Your restaurant is aWhite's
Only establishment.

It's within my rights as
acitizen to serve who I want.

Sadly that's true.

Did Mr. Samuels everenter your restaurant?

Once.

I told him hewasn't welcome.

What happened then?

He left.

He understood.

Tell me when wasthis friendly exchange.

I'd say five, six months ago?

And your future dealingswith Mr. Samuels?

We had none.

So it is your testimony,

he did not come to
yourrestaurant two weeks ago

looking for milkfor a sick child?

That's right, sir, he did not.

This record indicatesthat
Mr. Samuels' murder

is the third lynching inthese
parts in the last year.

Three lynchings, no witnesses.

Yet you've been called
tothis courtroom each time.

And I've been acquittedevery time.

The only reason I'm here
nowis because those Negroes

want to punish mefor not letting them eat

in my restaurant.

You must haveawfully good food.

Yes, sir, we do.

It's the finest in town.

And I mean to keep itthat way.

So your restaurant, does
it have shiny silverware?

Fine china, nice cleanwhite tablecloths?

Yes, sir, we do.

You ever notice howa white tablecloth

can resemble a sheet out therein the dark?

I don't care for your insinuations, sir.

I'm a patriot.

I fought for this country!

In the confederate army?

Yes, sir.

Then might I remind you,
sir, your side lost.

You may return to your seat, Mr. Ayles.

Isaac, I am sorryfor your loss.

I too have lost loved
onesin a terrible way.

What I can tell youis, while
time healsthe pain a little bit,

it won't erase the memories.

It is my hope and despite allthe
evil that's been done here,

you will be able to find a
pathof dignity and purpose,

and know that you cantake
solace in the fact

that you didyour father proud.

And you.

My gut tells meyou're guilty as hell

and I'd love nothing
morethan to see you swing

from the same treeas Mr. Samuels.

But this is a court of law...

Not a court of justice.

And the law is somethingl
can't turn my back on.

Without any witnessesor any evidence,

all I can do isacquit you.

So you are free to go.

Joke of a trial.

Last time I checked,

this land belongedto white folks,

not a bunch of coloredswho
jumped off a slave ship.

I say we round upevery last one of them

and decorate the treesfrom
here to Knoxville!

Here! Here!

What the hell?!!

Ironic, isn't it?

Out here in the darkwe're
all the same color.

I'll be back herethree months

and another threemonths after that...

And if I so much as seeyour
name on my docket again,

I'll come backand I'll hang you for real.

Get off of me!!!

Who the hell are you?

My name is JohnWilliam Goodnight.

Circuit Judge, swornjurisdiction
in this territory.

Well we don't needno judge out here.

Mister, you're luckyl am a judge.

If I weren't sworn to upholdthe law,

I'd shoot you right now.

The way I see it, we got a choice.

We can go into townand deal with this.

Or you can facethe law right here.

Either way, justice is beingserved today.

Yeah, well there's two of usand one of you.

I like those odds.

When I drop this hammer,
one of you is dead,

and it's a 50-50chance that's you.

You still like those odds, Gambler?

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

You sure?

I can handle myself, generally.

They came on meby surprise.

So you're our new judge.

John Goodnight.

Kate Ramsey.

I think it might be a good
ideaif I rode along with you,

Miss Ramsey.

I suppose that dependson your intentions.

My only intention is to
getinto Crooked Stick

to a bed and a hot bath.

I'm just a little
mistrustfulof judges, is all.

I do hope you're not likethe last one.

What was he like?

Bought, owned and thankfullydead now.

You?

No, no and not yet.

You can ride along with meif you like.

As low as they are, they
deserve to be buried.

You bury all the menyou kill?

I don't know.

I've never killedanyone before.

My father taught meto shoot.

He's good with a gun too.

Well, at leasthe used to be.

I've lived most my lifein Crooked Stick.

I probably should haveleft by now,

but I feel an obligation.

My husband wasthe doctor there.

Since he died, I've tried to
take over where he left off.

I've been alonethree years now.

That long, you'd thinkl'd be used to it,

but I'm not.

What about you?

What about me?

Are you alone?

I've got my horse.

But can you talk to a horse?

I have a feeling you can.

Well I do enjoya good conversation.

It was a nice placeto live

before Dan Reedshowed up.

I could treat the Indians
atmy clinic if not for Reed.

You heard of him?

You will.

He built most ofMain Street

and employs almosteveryone in it.

Naturally his generositycomes with a price.

No one stands up to him,
no matter what he does.

And a lot of what he
doesis against the Indians.

When we get to town,
I'll talk to the Sheriff.

Won't do much good.

He's on Reed'spayroll too.

I'm not.

Yet.

If I was interested in money,
I'd still be in Chicago.

Do you always drinklike that?

Like what?

Like there's no tomorrow.

There may not be.

You always talkso much?

What if I said yes?

Guess I could livewith it.

Until morning, anyway.

I can't sleep.

Can you?

I'm trying.

You must have donesomething awfully wrong

to be appointedto this circuit.

I imagine there are fewplaces
on earth as lawless.

I imagine.

You runningfrom something?

Not that I know of.

It's a woman, isn't it?

You're herebecause of a woman.

Are you going keep
askingquestions all night?

I might.

No, I'm not runningfrom anything.

And yes, I'm herebecause of a woman.

My mother.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm glad to say you
don'ttalk in your sleep.

And I'm happy to seeyou drink something

other than whiskey.

After you had some of this,
you might prefer whiskey.

I'll tell you what, when we get to town,

I'll make you a realcup of coffee

along with the best
supperyou've ever eaten.

Do you want to have dinnerwith me or not?

Supper would be fine.

Good.

Good.

Alright.

Here we are.

Crooked Stick.

Something wrong?

You got enoughfor candy?

I always gofor the peppermint.

Piece of dirt, deserved to be hanged.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I've been here before.

A long time ago.

Then I guess...

welcome back.

And thank you.

My ma saysyou're the judge.

I am.

My ma says you hanged a
manfor spitting in Jackson.

Well, your maheard wrong.

I would never hanga man
just for spitting...

unless, of course, hewas spitting
onsomeone he just killed.

But if I spit, I am
notguilty of anything, right?

Son, every man's guiltyof something.

You know what that is?

All the good he didn't do.

Thank you.

How much for candythese days?

Two cents, sir.

This your store?

Oh no, it's Mr. Reed's.

Used to belong tomy grandpa though.

Is he around?

You actuallyjust missed him,

but he'll be in tomorrow.

He's not in any troubleor anything, is he?

No, not as faras I know.

Good afternoon, Sheriff.

John William Goodnight.

I'm here to replaceJudge Henry.

Yeah, we got a wire
sayinghe was gunned down.

Terrible thing.

Being shot in the backusually is.

Wouldn't happenon my watch.

Glad to hear it.

So what do you makeof our town so far?

The candy's pretty good.

Your jail looks a littlefull though.

I hadn't noticed.

Why are they being held?

Being Indian, I guess.

I didn't realize being
Indianwas against the law.

Judge Henry did.

Like you said, he's deadand I'm here now.

So I will see those
detaineestomorrow in my courtroom.

Your docket's already full.

I'll make room.

Mr. Reed won't like it.

Well unfortunately for Mr. Reed,
I don't work for him.

And may I remind you,
Sheriff, neither do you.

I want to hear this case
first thing in the morning.

Who is it?

Kate.

Walk right in, why don't you.

You about done in there?

The water's still hot.

You invited me to dinner.

Right.

I didn't realizethat was tonight.

Well I'm here.

And I'm hungry.

I will just be outside.

You are hungry.

I don't eat out much.

Nobody asks me and I
don'tlike to dine alone.

Last time I was herel was with my father...

And I haven't seen himin nearly two years.

Where is he?

Moved to Laramie.

He's a businessman...

There's richer clienteleup there.

But then I never didsee much of him,

even when he lived here.

He was always comingand going.

Some men are restlesslike that, I suppose.

I suppose.

Are you restless?

Not exactly.

But you've neverbeen married.

You ask a lot of questions.

You'd make a prettygood lawyer.

I thought you didn'tlike lawyers.

I don't.

But I could learnto like them

if they all lookedlike you.

Thank you.

But you still didn't answermy question.

There was a question?

Why haven't you married?

I guess because when you
getclose to someone like that

it's just one more lossyou're
going to have to face

down the road.

Why do I get the feelingthat I scare you

more than those outlaws?

Maybe because all they cando is kill me.

Relax, Mr. Goodnight.

The only thing I'm interestedin killing

is the rest of this steak.

You're doing a good job on it.

I know you're justpassing through.

But that doesn't mean
wecan't enjoy a nice evening

before you free thoselndians tomorrow.

So this is aboutthose Indians.

This is about a lotof things.

Before we go any further,

I should tell youl can't be bribed.

Might I remind you,

that you're the one payingfor dinner.

I have the feeling I'll
bepaying for this dinner

for a long time.

Why thank you.

Evening, folks.

Having a nice night?

Please tell Mr. Reed we
werehaving a lovely night,

until you showed up.

Be happy to.

As soon as the Judge
herepacks up and rides out.

Now why would I do that, I just got here?

I can give you some reasons.

Help please!

Somebody help!!!

Please somebody help!!!

You come please!

Please help him!

Come on.

I'd normally takeyou to the clinic,

but I expect you'reused to having girls

in your hotel room.

It's usually notthis painful.

Maybe it's best you leavein the morning.

Best for who?

There's nothing you cando here.

I don't knowwhy I keep hoping.

This place is poison.

You're just going to
leavewithout waking me?

Figured I'd see youin court.

So that wasn't a kiss goodbyelast night?

If it was, it would havebeen shorter.

I'll walk with you.

As much as I'd like
that, it might be better

you waited a few minutes.

I don't want people gettingthe wrong idea.

This town already hastheir ideas about me.

It's not your reputationl'm worried about.

Judge Goodnight...

Dan Reed.

Your reputationprecedes you.

As does yours, Mr. Reed.

I met your welcomingcommittee last night.

Yes, I hear there wasa misunderstanding.

I apologize for theirbad manners.

We've got a pleasant littletown here.

I regret if you've gottenthe
impression otherwise.

I see you appreciate guns.

Beauty, isn't it?

Make up for last night.

You have it...

with my compliments.

I've got a gun.

A man can never havetoo many guns.

Judge Henry had three.

Pity he's no longer aliveto enjoy them.

That it is.

You know, I'm notaltogether sure

your judicial servicesare needed here.

We're used to handling ourown problems.

Glad to hear that.

I figure as long as I'm here,
I'll make myself useful.

And there's nothingl can do

to make youchange your mind?

Afraid not.

I look forward to watchingyou
dispense justice then.

On your way intothe courtroom,

leave your gunwith the deputy.

What about your gun, Judge?

My courtroom. My rules.

Yesterday, when I arrivedhere,

I recognized this town.

I was here asa little boy.

While I can see that this
townhas grown a great deal

in some ways it hasn'tchanged at all.

As evidenced by the membersof the Cheyenne

who are inthis court today

after 30 daysof incarceration.

I look forward to hearingthe
evidence against them...

should there be any.

Sheriff?

They were arrested fortrespassing
on Mr. Reed's land.

And where did thiscrime take place?

I'm not sure.

So you're sure it happened,
but you're not sure where.

That's right.

And that's because youdidn't
actually see it happen.

Mr. Reed saw.

Of course he did.

Have a seat.

Mr. Reed, can you shedsome
light on this mystery?

Be happy to, Judge.

Stand please.

Did you hurt your leg?

Old injury.

Sorry to hear that.

Appreciate the concern.

Why don't you startby telling the court

how much land you own?

100,000 acres, give or take.

That's a lot of land.

That's the better partof this valley.

I might have trespassedon my way in.

It's the savagesl'm concerned with.

Not savages.

People.

The word "people" refers
toindividuals rather than Indians.

Not in here it doesn't.

Those "people" lit
firesand spooked my cattle.

If they lit fires, thereshould be evidence.

That shouldn't be too hardto find.

Be my guest.

I believe I already amyour
guest, at the hotel,

which I am told you own.

That's correct.

My hotel employs 23 people

and pays a sizable taxto the town,

which is helping builda new schoolhouse.

And with allthat going on,

you still have time to
concernyourself with a few Indians

on a piece of landyou barely recognize.

I'm not on trial here.

No, no. My apologies.

Must be the effects of thatgood
bottle of wine I ordered

at the restaurantlast night,

which I am told you're
alsothe proprietor of.

I'm beginning to think you'rea
bit envious, your honor.

That may be.

Considering everythingl have in this world

would fit intotwo saddlebags.

You may sit down, Mr. Reed.

Thank you, your honor.

Who will speakfor the tribe?

Curtis Whitecloud, your honour.

I will speakfor my people.

Did you trespasson Mr. Reed's land?

We come to town onlyto trade supplies.

Our village is 20 milesfrom here.

We use an abandoned trailthat runs across

a corner of his land.

It saves us a day's travel.

And did you build a fireon this land?

We lit a small fireto keep warm.

We did no harm.

They've been warned notto use that trail.

Do white people usethe trail?

White people don'tthreaten my property.

His people do.

Mr. Reed, the Cheyenne have
beenbuilding fire on this land

for hundreds of years

and somehow managed notto destroy it.

So, you were arrested in
the act of trespassing?

No.

We were arrested when we
gotto town, just like always.

This has happenedbefore then.

Many times.

Sometimes they just spit
on usand call us names.

And sometimes they round us
uplike cattle and beat us.

I see bruises on your wristsand
your clothes are torn,

what happened?

I was dragged downMain
Street behind a horse.

And the Sheriff did thisto you?

No, it was them.

Can anyone step forward
andcorroborate this testimony?

I'm beginning to
thinkthere's something wrong

with the drinking water
herein Crooked Stick...

There seems to be an epidemicof blindness.

I saw Mr. Whitecloud
draggeddown Main Street.

I've seen things that
badand worse, for years.

And you're just comingforward now?

Yes.

Mr. Reed threatenedto torch my clinic

if I made any troublefor him.

Thank you, Miss Ramsey,
you may have a seat.

I'm ready to makemy ruling.

Will the defendantsplease rise?

You don't knock a man down,

then accuse him ofliving in the dirt.

You don't strip a manof his clothes,

then punish himfor being naked.

While there are no laws
onthe books of this territory

protecting Indian's rights.

There is a law that saysyou
can't hold a human being

for no reason.

We are all human beings here,

regardless of our heritage.

And as such, you menare free to go.

Mr. Reed, let this be a
warningto you and your men.

I don't care howmuch land you own,

if I ever hear of anotherincident of abuse

regarding these people,

you will have the pleasure
ofhearing another of my verdicts

and I guarantee you, you won't like it.

Case dismissed.

Next case.

This isn't over.

I expect it isn't.

My grandson said you werelooking for me.

You look the sameas you did back then.

You must be blind.

Still likethose peppermints?

You remember me?

That was a prettymemorable day.

Last time I sawJudge Shaw.

Seems like all the
judgeswho comes through here

end up with a bulletin him eventually.

That's what they tell me.

I am going to do my best to seeif
I can't break that tradition.

After today, I wouldn'tbet on it.

It's can't be too goodfor your health

out here talking to metalking to me either.

I'm an old man.

Long past worryingabout my health.

What do you rememberabout the outlaws

who killed Judge Shaw?

Not much.

They weren'tfrom around here.

Best I recall, they
werejust passing through.

Ever rememberany names?

Nope.

Why the interest?

I thought they all diedout there.

All but one.

Took a bullet to the legand rode out.

If he's still alive, he would be about 50,

good with a gun, dragging a limp.

Sounds like you're describingDan Reed.

How'd he makeall his money?

Don't know and I don't intend to ask.

He turned up here half a
dozenyears ago with his wife

and started buyingeverything in sight.

He has a wife?

Not anymore.

She's the one that re-namedthis town.

We used to be called...

Dry Gulch.

That's right.

But she didn't think that was too pretty

and I gotta sayl agree.

Of course "Crooked
Stick" isn't much better.

Crooked Stick'san Indian name.

Yeah.

Come on!

Come on, you gotta see this!

Over here!

Take a look!

It was him,

it was Reed...

Evening Judge.

A man lies deadin the street.

And you're gonna donothing about it?

Yeah.

Where's Reed?

He's in the hotel.

He's got his men there.

What the hell do you thinkyou're doing?

Keeping you company.

Evening, Sheriff.

Judge.

Say what you gotta say.

Mr. Reed...

I'm afraid you'reunder arrest for murder.

So who'd I kill?

Curtis Whitecloud.

Yeah, I heard about that.

A real shame.

Get up.

You've got the wrong man, Judge.

I've been in this
fineestablishment all evening,

enjoying a leisurely dinner.

Well don't botherordering dessert.

One more time.

Get up.

You think because you'vegot
a law book and a gavel

you can tell mehow to run my town?

This isn't your town.

I paid for most of it,
that makes it my town.

Some things can'tbe bought.

I disagree.

Kill him.

I expect they'll geta few shots off,

but from this distance I
don'tthink they'll miss.

I guarantee you...

I won't.

You"ll give up your lifeover a dead Indian?

Young lady that's a pretty
dressyou're wearing tonight

but if Mr. Reed doesn'tobey the law,

you're about to havehis blood all over it.

Put your guns down, boys.

Go.

You're crazierthan I thought.

You have no idea.

You see all thosefine citizens?

When my men come for
me, they won't help you.

Nobody will.

You expect me to stayin this filth-hole?

Last occupantsfelt the same way.

Yeah, well, when youthink about it,

the more dead Indianswe got now,

the less we have to killin the next war.

Is that a confession?

It's a fact.

The way I see it doesn'tmatter
how many you kill,

it won't change the
factthat your wife left you

for an Indian...

You know nothingabout my wife.

I know she chosetheir
way of life over yours.

I know she left youand all your money

with just the clotheson her back

and you never sawher again.

You have no ideawhat you've started.

This started20 years ago.

I'm just hereto finish it.

What the hell areyou talking about?

Your mind's so full of
killingyou don't remember it?

I remember it likeit was yesterday.

You really are crazy.

You shot up a wagonoutside this town,

thought you killedeveryone inside it.

You took my familyand the judge.

But there weresome survivors.

And one of them is hereto
make sure you hang for it.

I don't know nothingabout your family.

But I do know I never killeda judge.

Yet.

See somethingyou fancy out there?

Funny, isn't it?

How feelings for a womancan
get in the way of things?

Tell them to lether go.

I'll let her go.

Unlock the cell.

Howdy boys.

Let her go.

She's all yours.

You are not getting out
of this town alive, Judge.

You alright?

I'm so sorry I got youinto this.

You didn't.

He'll be back for you.

I know.

I want you to takemy horse.

Ride to the outpost and
staythere until I come for you.

And if you don't?

Don't look back.

I can't do that.

You do feel somethingfor me, don't you?

Yes.

When this is over, you'retaking
me out to celebrate.

There's this little placeoutside of town.

The liquor's watered
downand the food's awful,

but it isn't owned by Reed.

This isn't going to end well, Kate.

Probably not.

But I'm willingto chance it.

Why?

Because if we somehowmanage
to live through it,

I'm hoping you'll stayon here.

In Crooked Stick?

That might be the worstoffer
anyone's ever made me.

I mean, with me.

You're right, it's a terrible idea.

I didn't say that.

They probably won't kill usuntil daylight.

What is it?

Where did you get that?

Why? This ring?

My father gave it to me.

When I was a little girl.

Your father...

What's wrong?

What's his name?

Francis LeGrange.

Not Ramsey?

No, Ramsey wasmy husband's name.

I don't understandwhat this is about.

Your father taught youto shoot.

He's a gunman.

That's why he was goneall the time.

I told you, he was restless.

Did he have a knifelike that?

He had lots of knives.

And a scar on his legfrom a bullet wound?

You tell me right now what this is about.

That ring aroundyour necklace,

it was my mother'swedding ring

and it was ripped off her
fingerby the man who killed her.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

No.

I don't.

You don't know him!

He's a good man.

Or maybe he's justa good shot.

Did he ever tell you howhe
got so good with a gun, Kate?

Why he was coming and goingall the time?

How did he geta woman's wedding ring?

Did he tell you how he madehis
money when he was young,

I'll tell you;

riding with an outlaw gang,
robbing, killing innocent people

and watching them die!

You stop this!!

This isn't a trial.

This is you talkingto me.

About my own fleshand blood.

I'm sorry.

But I'm not wrong.

He may not be thatperson now, but he was.

And when I bring him in,

you can ask him yourself.

You mean, before you kill him?

Hey!!

Come here!!

Hand it back to her!

Come on.

Looks like Hell's in
sessionat Crooked Stick.

For once, we agree.

Doesn't have to belike this.

I offered you a chanceto ride away.

You also offered me

that fine pearl-handledpistol of yours.

To be quite honest,

I'm kind of wishing
I'dtaken you up on it now.

How'd you come by it?

Condemned man's last word.

He wants to knowabout my gun?

Won it in a poker gamein Laramie.

Some mean son-of-a-gunwho
don't like losing.

You catch his name?

LeGrange.

That what you wantedto hear?

No.

Tell your boys to puttheir guns down

I'll give thema fair trial.

Sorry Judge.

No more trials.

Time to die.

Let's get outta here!!!!

Go! Go!!! Go!!!!

You would shootan unarmed man?

If I did that would make
meno better than you.

Argh!!!!!

You're the law now.

I expect you to dowhat's right.

Count on it, sir.

Anytime you passing through, candy's on me.

You might end upregretting that.

We'll be sorry to seeyou go.

It pains me to know
what I'm leaving behind.

Does it?

More than you know.

You're leaving behind hope.

We didn't have that before.

That's not what I meant.

Where you headedfrom here?

Laramie.

I'm looking forFrancis LeGrange.

Don't thinkl know him.

Think a little harder.

Why didn't you say so, your honor?

Let's leave my honorout of it.

Where is he?

You've come at last.

I've been expecting you.

You remember me?

Are you not thatdistinguished gentleman,

Death?

You killed my parents.

I killed many.

It's something that seemedto
come naturally to me.

I never troubled to recallthe details.

You recall this?

When I was seven I
watchedmy daddy get hung.

I listened to my mama prayingfor
his soul be saved from hell.

This isn't aboutyour parents,

it's about mine.

Shoot me.

What do you care whatl have to say?

I want to make surel'm
killing the right man.

There is no wrong man.

Everyone's guiltyof something.

You think I didn't see youthat
day hiding in the bushes

like a scared littleschool girl.

I let you live.

Because I knew, I knewyou'd
relive that nightmare

over and over untilit tore you apart.

And I prayed thatwhen that day came,

you would take the
rightfulplace in my plan.

To bring more paininto the world.

More pain thanall the good...

You killed him!

Mr. LeGrange died ofnatural causes, ma'am.

Frankly I'm surprised he
livedas long as he did.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I was wrong.

The man I waslooking for...

it wasn't your father.

This belongs to you.

I know that now.

What are you goingto do?

Watch you ride off.

And wish thingswere different.

I am going to misshearing you talk.

That a kiss goodbye?

No.

You hold onto this.

For both of us.

I will be back.

When you come I mightjust be waiting.