All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E16 A Time for Waiting.eng

[CATTLE MOOING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

I, uh, hate to bust in on your reverie,
but there still is some work to be done.

Don't get yourself excited,
I'll get to it.

- Something bothering you?
- You know what's bothering me.

Oh, not that again. We have been
over that eleventeen times.

Now you definitely decided
you wasn't gonna go.

Yeah, well, I just undecided myself.

Oh, look, I don't mind you
driving yourself loco,

but you're beginning to get to me.

For the last time, it ain't gonna do you
a bit of good to go to Fort Mason.

As your good friend,
I'm telling you that.

Besides, as somebody
with a few more years experience,

I'm telling you
you're gonna get over it.

Besides that, as your boss,
I'm telling you I need you on the job.

[SIGHS]

Thank you very kindly, Mr. Friend,
Mr. Experience and Mr. Boss.

- I'll be back on the job in the morning.
- Hey, now.

We talked this all over
before you even started the drive.

And you told me
you wasn't gonna go to the fort,

you was gonna stay with the herd.

I said that?

Ah, just goes to show you, listening to
me can get you in all kinds of trouble.

All right. You-- You're fired!

And you better show up
tomorrow, hear?

[NATIVE AMERICANS WHOOPING]

Corporal of the guard!

Post Number One.
Rider being chased!

Corporal of the guard,
Post Number One!

[GUNFIRE]

The blazes is going on around here?
They darn near made my hat too big.

We kind of hoped you'd be able to
tell us. How far back they jump you?

- Oh, couple of minutes.
- Third time.

- Huh?
- They never really hurt anybody,

they just come close enough
to scare a man half to death.

You know, I wished we'd know
if we was at war or not.

You know, we got orders to shoot
in the air, least till they kill somebody.

Oh, swell. Thanks.

Well, they're not really breaking
the treaty. Just kind of flirting with it.

You want something special or just
a place to sit down and stop shaking?

Uh, well, a little of both.
Lieutenant Macintosh around here?

Right inside.

- Hello, Yates.
- Scot. Lots of change happening.

Things were lot more peaceful
last time you were around here.

Used to have a lot of brass
around this post.

What happened?
They all go on furlough?

Brigade headquarters
moved on to Fort Blake.

No more generals?
No more colonels?

Nor majors nor captains.
Just me and two junior lieutenants.

Are you here for a reason, Yates?

Yeah, I'm here for a reason.

I wanna see Captain Ballinger.

Oh, you think Mr. Ballinger
will wanna see you?

Mister?

Yeah, yeah,
I think he wants to see me.

You testified at his court-martial.
Man may have feelings about it.

Look, Scot,
we've known each other a long time.

Why don't you quit horsing around?

You sound like you were reading right
out of one of those Army manuals.

It doesn't change
what I said, Rowdy.

George Ballinger hasn't mentioned you
since the trial.

He's mentioned me.

Got a letter from him right here.
Said he wanted me to come up.

I know. Came through my office.

But I'm surprised you came.

Yeah, so am I.

Isn't gonna be easy facing up
to a man you helped convict.

Especially when he's your friend.

I'll just...

I'll just see him and be moving on.

All right.

Uh, the herd I'm with, south of here.

This Indian thing, is that looking, uh...
Looking bad?

Maybe.

I think Gil Favor, the trail boss,
ought to know about it.

He's planning on passing by
real near.

I'll risk trying
to get a man through to him.

- Thanks, Scot.
- All right.

Uh, how long does George have?

Oh, not long.

Soon as I get word
his sentence is confirmed,

I have to hang him.

[DOG BARKS]

Lieutenant Macintosh's permission
to see the prisoner.

I'll have to have your gun, sir.

- Hello, Rowdy.
- George. How you feeling?

Well, under the circumstances...

I hear you had a little trouble
on the way in.

Yeah. More than just a little.
You know anything about it?

Well, I'm not the garrison commander
anymore.

Well, still doesn't mean
you don't know.

Well, you know the territory
as well as I do.

The old Indians are all dead or tired.
The young ones are het up

because their nation status
has been taken away.

Yeah. Yeah, well, lot of people
lost a lot siding with the Confederacy.

Indians have a hard time
understanding about punishment

for something that happened
a long time ago.

Maybe I can understand that better
than most men, considering...

Here, get the dust out of your gullet.

George, you asked me
to come over here and I did.

What--? What can I do?

Well, Rowdy,

how long have we been friends?

Long time.

Unless some miracle happens,

Rowdy, I'm gonna hang soon,

a day, maybe two.

I only wrote you because
I need a friend to be with me.

Even a friend who helped hang you?

Well, you did what you had to do.
I don't grudge you that.

Getting killed in action,
that's one thing.

I used to get a little scared
in a skirmish,

but there was
so much noise and shouting

and gunfire and confusion
and other people.

Well, this is gonna be different.

This is gonna be quiet...

and sure and lonely.

I know you've got business elsewhere.
This can't be pleasant for you.

But I'm asking you to stay till it's over.
I need a friend.

Well, George, I, uh...

The boss let me ride on ahead,

but he might not go along
on me staying too long.

You don't know what it's been like,

being all alone.
I've been shut up for so long.

Writing letters, making appeals.

The division commander,
the Army commander, Washington,

appeal and rejection,
re-examining the evidence,

trying to get that sentence
commuted.

And these same four walls,
month after month after month.

You know how long it's been, Rowdy?
A year and a half.

I find myself almost hoping
for an Indian attack.

Leastways,
they may burn these walls down.

Well, burning can't be
any better than hanging.

On, I wouldn't burn.

You know they let prisoners go
during an attack.

And as good a soldier as I am--

As I was.

--the idea of an attack
with a chance for me to get away

starts to look pretty attractive.

George,

- I just don't know what to say.
- Well, stay.

For a little while, at least?

I'm a pretty poor host.
You ride all this way to see me

and I don't even give you a chance
for a meal and a wash.

- I could sure use both.
- Well, come back soon.

Okay.

You know where to find me.

Heh. Pretty poor joke.

- It's nice to see you.
- Wingate.

- Have you been to see Ballinger?
- Yeah, I've seen him.

It's too bad. Really, too bad.

A fine man.
I hate to see him hanged.

That's more
I can say of some people.

But then there's nothing
like a good hanging

to take your mind off your troubles.

- What can I get you? A drink?
- No, no. Food, mostly.

I still got one of the back rooms
I can let you have.

No, I'm not gonna be staying.

Maybe just change my clothes,
that's all.

- Oh, you're not staying?
- No, I'm not.

All right, Yates. Well, just sit down.
I'll get you something from the kitchen.

- Mr. Yates.
ROWDY: Mrs. Morton.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Well,
I guess I could say the same thing.

- Living over in Arkansas, I hear.
- Yes.

Oh, please, sit down.

What can you do?

The post has changed a lot,
hasn't it?

Yeah, it sure has.

No more bustle of headquarters,
no more visiting rank.

Even the troops are new.

Yeah, well, everything changes.

How about a song, Johnny?

[SINGING] Oh, don't you remember
Sweet Betsy from Pike?

Tell me, are you, um, passing through
here on your way somewhere?

No.

I don't mean to pry in, Mrs. Morton,

but, uh, Arkansas is 500 miles away.

I'm keeping a promise,

Mr. Yates.

That so?

I'm here to see your good friend
Captain Ballinger hang.

Look, I don't mean to offend,

but coming through Indian trouble
and everything else

just to see a man hang?

Captain Ballinger
shot and killed my husband.

Not exactly the roast beef
of merry old England,

but I think you'll enjoy it.

MAN: You should have been in the
theater. You missed your true calling.

- Come on, Johnny, another one.
JOHNNY: How's this?

JOHNNY [SINGING]:
We will hang old Captain Ballinger

As soon as we have time

We'll string him up and drop him down
Some morning about 9

The carpenter will stuff him
in that long box made of pine

And old Captain Ballinger
Will pay up for his crime

Old Captain Ballinger
Old Captain Ballinger

- Maybe they know another song.
- Uh, gently, Yates.

They're newly arrived here. They
never even knew Captain Ballinger.

I'll take care of it.

MEN [SINGING]:
Old Captain Ballinger

Old Captain Ballinger
Will pay up for his crime

Listen, man, we had enough
of that music. Now, drink up.

- That room you were talking about.
- Yes?

I'll take it.

All right.

I was afraid you had gone.

No, I decided to stick around
for a while.

Thanks.

Sure looks like
they're expecting trouble.

Yeah, I find myself
wanting to give orders.

Deployment of forward scouts,
reinforcement of the walls...

Once a soldier...

It's kind of stupid of me,
worrying about the defense of a post

that will very soon hang me.

Is there any chance at all?

Unless the next dispatch rider comes
in with a reversal of the sentence.

It's a slim chance...

but it is a chance.

You recognize that?

Married noncoms quarters.

Feels like a million years ago.

Wagon approaching!

Just a few minutes.
Just a few more minutes.

Take it easy, George,

before you get charged with conduct
unbecoming a garrison commander.

Listen, nobody's gonna charge a man
who's seeing his wife and son

for the first time in two years.
They wouldn't care if I did cartwheels.

The boy hasn't seen you
since he was a year old.

The sight of a grown man
spinning on the ground

will probably set
his growth back a bit.

She doesn't know you'll be here.

- I didn't tell her.
ROWDY: She probably knows.

Being good friends
and being within a 500-mile range,

she probably figures
I'd drop by to say hello.

I'm anxious for you to meet that boy.

West Point material if I ever saw.

At 3? Oh, come on, they're taking
junior officers young nowadays.

- Carol? If she's prettying herself up--
- Sir.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Sir.

Please don't go near that wagon yet.
Please.

- What is it? What's the matter?
- We met the train, like you said.

- Weren't they on it?
- Yes, they were.

We loaded up and started to move out,
but, sir...

They sick?

- Are they're hurt?
- There was an accident. Yesterday.

Their wagon turned over.

Did you get them to a doctor?
Where are they? I'll go to them.

- Where are they?
- They're dead, sir.

Both of them.

The horses bolted.

Before we could stop them,
they ran through a gully.

You let them run away?

No, sir,
we stayed right with them.

Mrs. Ballinger and the little boy,

they didn't feel anything.

Killed outright.

Where are they buried, sergeant?

I-- I brought them back here, sir.

Figured you'd want them
in the fort burying ground.

ROWDY:
George.

George, that won't do any good.

Come on.

I'm sorry, sir.

I did the best I could.

Chaplain said some nice things
at the funeral.

Yeah, words.

That's true.

She's dead.

It's not fair. Soldiers die
and old folks die, but not Carol.

Not my little boy.

George, you got a...

You got a garrison
you gotta run here.

Everybody else is alive.

Everybody except Carol
and little George.

He's West Point material.
Did I tell you that?

Yeah, I believe you did.

Then why's he dead?

George,
why don't you get some sleep, huh?

Lie down and get some sleep.

Why are they dead, Rowdy?

Why are they dead
and Sergeant Morton's still alive?

Sergeant Morton did the best he could.
He's not to blame.

He was responsible.
I gave him a mission. He failed it.

Look, it's nobody's fault, George.

They were his responsibility.

Get some sleep, will you?

You can't change anything.

You got enough on your mind now

without thinking about
whose fault it was.

It was the sergeant's fault.

Nobody's.

Get some sleep, huh?

Carol.

Honey, don't hide from me.

Don't take time
to pretty yourself up now.

It's been so long.

Carol, come on out of the wagon.

Carol, honey, where are you?

Carol!

Carol!

[SOBBING]

MAN 1:
Post Number One,

all secure.

MAN 2:
Post Number Two,

all secure.

MAN 3:
Post Number Three,

all secure.

MAN 4:
Post Number Four,

all secure.

Captain, sir--

[GUNSHOT]

Oh, no. No.

[SCREAMING]

[GUNFIRE AND
NATIVE AMERICANS WHOOPING]

MAN 1: Corporal of the guard,
Post Number One!

Rider being chased!

Corporal of the guard,
Post Number One!

War party!

Official mail.

MAN 2: Man, whoever told me
this was a mail run?

Go and get some rest.

MAN 2:
Sir.

Sergeant, inform Lieutenant Tendall
to take out a patrol

- and offer assistance to all settlers.
- Yes, sir.

Are we at war, sir?

Not yet.

Brigade is meeting
with the chiefs now.

Negotiations fail, we're to be prepared
for a full attack.

Inform the men.

Very good, sir.

Yeah, maybe we ought
to walk over that way, huh?

Well, this is my exercise area.

ROWDY: Start shooting
if we walk over there, will you?

No, sir, go right ahead.

Sorry, George.

Verdict and sentence confirmed.

To be carried out
as soon as possible.

Let's finish our walk.

Thirteen years a commissioned officer
and I never had to hang anybody.

Poor Scot.

Think he'll handle it all right?

The Indian trouble.

Oh, he'll be all right.
He's a good officer.

Look, I'm sorry, my mind's...

on something else.

Yeah. It's no wonder.

I saw Mrs. Morton.

She wouldn't even let me
tell her how sorry I am.

- Do me a favor, will you?
- Sure, if I can.

Tell her...

Tell her I didn't know what I was doing.
I was blind-drunk and crazy.

No matter what
the court-martial said.

Meaning my testimony?

Well, you said what you had to.
That doesn't make it all true.

I didn't lie
on that witness stand, George.

I didn't say you did.
But there's truth, and truth.

You said you heard me talking
about killing Sergeant Morton,

not only when I was drunk
but when I was stone-sober.

Yeah, and that's exactly
what happened.

I know I did.

If you say I threatened him,
I guess I did.

But I was out of my mind.

What use is it gonna be
to go over the thing over and over?

What difference will it make now?

The difference is between hanging
and going to prison for life.

Between the two, I'd take the latter.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about the sentence.

Never mind.
It's too late to do anything about it now.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

You know something, Rowdy?

They're building that scaffold
all wrong.

George, what...?

What would happen if I go to Scot
and changed my testimony?

- You'd be lying.
- What would happen?

They might change the sentence.

Anyway, it would postpone
tomorrow's little party.

I can't ask you
to perjure yourself, Rowdy.

That's right, you couldn't.

And that would be all wrong.

Yeah, it sure would.

- Of course, if you went to Scot and--
- Hey, there's Mr. Favor.

What?

I'll be right back.

ROWDY:
Mr. Favor?

Howdy, Wish.

- Did you have trouble getting in?
- No fuss. Not a feather in sight.

I thought you said
you was gonna be back.

Well, things are taking a little longer
than I thought they would.

Is that so?

That's an ugly-looking thing,
that scaffold. Isn't it?

I ain't never seen a pretty one.
Commanding officer in?

Ah, he's right in here.
I was just gonna go see him myself.

MAN: But, sir, we got a 9-inch
mud cover over the powder magazine.

It would take an awfully big fire
to get through that.

Sergeant, you ever do a hanging?

No, sir.

I've seen a few,
but I never had to do any.

I guess we'll have
to go by the book, then.

I'll read it first, then you.

With your permission, sir,

couldn't we wait
until this Indian trouble is over

and send the captain over to brigade
headquarters and let them do it?

That's not the way my orders read,
sergeant.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Ah, Lieutenant, uh, Macintosh,
this here is Gil Favor. He's my boss.

This is Wishbone, our cook.

MACINTOSH: Mr. Favor,
I'm glad my rider reached you in time.

I got your news, thanks.
We didn't run into any hostiles.

The herd's bedded down
nice and quiet.

MACINTOSH: Good.
- Just wanted to ride in and thank you

- for sending your man.
MACINTOSH: Think nothing of it.

And to find out why
you didn't send an escort.

You're joking, of course.

I never joke about that herd,
lieutenant.

They get hungry
and they get thirsty fast.

I got to keep them moving.

Then keep them moving.

South through Happiness Pass.
Skirt the whole area.

Tack on 100,
maybe 120 miles to the drive?

I didn't invent this trouble,
Mr. Favor.

I'm just trying to cope with it.

I can't spare you any troops.

I understood that
it was part of your job

to, uh, make sure
that there was safe passage

for any United States citizen,
for themselves and their goods.

At least that's what, um,
the last commander here thought.

Look, I'm the commanding officer
here now.

I'm not gonna argue with you,
Mr. Favor.

But I'm sitting on a powder keg here,
and I need every available man.

If we get a full attack,
this post could be wiped out.

You'd be a long time
coming this way again.

- Just, uh, ten men, then.
MACINTOSH: Impossible.

- All right, all right. Five men.
MACINTOSH: I can't spare them.

Five wouldn't make
much difference to you.

- But it would make a difference.
MACINTOSH: I'm sorry.

I am too, lieutenant.

I guess we'll just have
to push on on our own.

MACINTOSH:
You'll lose...

if you don't go the long way.

With you fixing it, we don't have
much chance to surely win either way,

so we'll take our own chances.
Thank you very much.

That great lieutenant ain't the only one
that's gonna need every man.

You better get saddled up right now.

- You're heading back tonight?
- Yeah.

Thought you told me you was
gonna be in and out of here fast.

Yeah. Well, it's just that
things are different now.

Yeah, they are a lot different now.
I need you.

- Look, boss, a man's gonna die.
- Yeah?

So, what can you do about it,
Mr. Yates?

Now get saddled up.

I'll be there in the morning.
I'll be ready to move out.

You're giving me the idea

that you don't wanna ramrod
the drive no more.

That lieutenant in there looks like
he's getting ready to hang his old boss.

You trying to do the same?

Terrible-looking thing, isn't it?

Well, it's just boards, nails
and a rope, Mrs. Morton.

That is until you put a man on it.

You think I'm terrible for coming here,
don't you?

I promised my husband I would.

It's the last thing he heard me say
before he died.

Look, I'm not saying Captain Ballinger
is right or anything like that.

It's just coming all this way to see...

What I mean is, if during your grief,

you'd have picked up a gun
and shot the captain,

you might have felt better.

But after all this time,
I just don't understand.

I have a right.

That's right, you do.

Well, anyway, it won't be long,
it will be all over,

and you can go on about your life.

You have a nice place in Arkansas?

Yes.

Small, but nice.

A little farm, little house, barn,
and 15 acres.

Well, it sounds like a nice life
for you and the boy.

Wasn't easy at first.

Mostly I just sat home
and kept to myself.

My neighbors were always
calling me.

Wanted to help. Asking me
to play parties, barn raisings.

I always thanked them very kindly,
but I really didn't wanna go.

Then Mr. Patrick,
he's my neighbor next farm over.

He said... Well, he'd get me out
if it was at the end of a shotgun.

They're very nice people.

Yeah.

Sounds like this Mr. Patrick
is a smart man.

I mean, sitting around feeling sorry
for yourself, it's no good for anybody.

That's what he said.
He's a mighty nice man. A widower.

Fact is he'd like to marry me.

You mean...

You mean, you're staying around
to watch a hanging

to get your vengeance?

And you're thinking
about another husband?

You must understand, Mr. Yates.

I had fixed it in my mind
to come to this hanging.

The farm and Mr. Patrick,
I didn't even know about those things.

I had fixed this in my mind!

- Well, I hope you enjoy yourself.
- I'll hate it.

And I knew that
before I spoke to you.

I've been ashamed

to look Captain Ballinger
in the face since I got here.

I wish I was home. I do. I...

What are you staying around for?

Thought you might be asleep.

Well, it's kind of hard to sleep.

All that noise going on out there.

Talked to Mrs. Morton.

She said she doesn't hold any personal
vengeance towards you anymore.

I'm glad.

Well...

They stopped.
Should be a little quieter now.

Yeah.

Rowdy, you want these boots
after tomorrow? They're good boots.

Uh, George, these are fine.

Yeah, they probably wouldn't
fit you, anyway.

Anything else you want?
I told Scot you were to have your pick.

The rest go to the men.

Thanks.

Last minute details
have to be taken care of.

You'd be surprised what you have
to think of before you die.

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry I have to die.

I'm scared of it.

But more than that,
I don't wanna leave this world.

In prison,
at least you can breathe air,

eat food,

hear men talk.

You know what, Rowdy?

Tomorrow morning, they're gonna
put a rope around my neck.

I'm gonna be executed
because I killed a man.

I'm sorry I killed him,

but I was out of my mind.

Funny thing is I killed him
because I thought he killed my wife.

And you know what, I can't help it,
but it's true. My wife...

I can hardly remember her face.

I'm gonna go have a talk
with Scot Macintosh, George.

MAN:
Back from patrol, sir, with prisoners.

Prisoners?
What's your report, lieutenant?

They were following us. Not within
range or anything, just following.

I ordered a quick wheel
and we scooped them in.

Did they fire on you?

MAN:
No, sir.

Did they resist when you took them?

No, sir.

Well, what in blazes did they do?
Bruise you with their shadows?

Let them go.

- What, sir?
- I said, let them go.

They've done nothing.

But we're at war, sir.

Who told you that, lieutenant?

Well, no one, sir, but I thought...

We're not at war until we're told
by the War Department,

or if we're attacked.

Now turn those Indians loose.

I might have done
the same thing, Scot.

Yeah, a year ago, so would I.

You got a minute?

If you're gonna pressure me into
giving your herd an escort, forget it.

No, it's about George.

Throw yourself down some place.

- You want a drink?
- No, I don't believe I do.

Well, I do.

Now, uh, what about George?

Well, seeing him
and talking to him like this

got me to recalling about the trial.

About what the prosecuting officer
was asking me.

You mean about the threats George
made against Sergeant Morton?

Yeah.

You remember I told the court that
George was drunk and out of his head.

And that prosecuting officer,
he asked me, uh,

if he'd made any threats
before the funeral,

before he got drunk.

And I said he had, of course.

We all realized how difficult it was
for you to admit it.

Well, it's not just that.

It was this testimony by me

that, uh, made the prosecuting officer
call it premeditation.

Well, I just don't know.

You don't know what?

I don't know
if it was premeditated.

Now that I think back on it,
I remember things a little differently.

Like George was sober, all right,

but he had the smell of whiskey
on his breath

and he was acting strange.

He was acting different,
not like he normally was.

What are you trying to say, Rowdy?

I wanna change my testimony.

You'll be charged with perjury
if you're lying.

Tell your sergeant
to call the hanging off.

- Sit down, Rowdy.
- Look--

I said, sit down.

I know what you're trying to do.

I just wanna change my testimony.

You're trying to save George's life.

- All right, so I am.
- It won't work.

You're not supposed to judge
whether I'm lying or not.

All you gotta do is just call off
that hanging and turn in the report.

I said, it won't work.

What makes you so all-fired sure?

What, you wanna hang him?

You know me better than that.

There are facts on record
that would prove you are lying.

Facts in writing
that went before the review board.

Facts that confirmed the verdict.

George Ballinger would die
even without your testimony.

Maybe you'd better tell me
about some of these facts.

You'd better pour yourself a drink
while you listen.

No, I don't need one.

You weren't the only one who heard
George say he'd kill the sergeant.

You were the only one
who was asked to testify,

but you weren't the only one
who heard it.

- Who else?
- Me.

You?

Remember how George was

when the wagon came in
with his wife and son dead?

Yeah.

He wasn't drunk,
and he wasn't crazy.

That didn't happen
till after the burying.

I was his executive officer.

What makes you think
he didn't say those things to me?

- You never said.
- I never said a lot of things.

Except to the investigating officer.
I had to tell him.

I had to tell him I was afraid

the captain
would do the sergeant harm.

I stayed close to my captain,

and you know what he did?

He ordered me out on patrol.

I assigned Sergeant Morton
to my detail.

I wanted him away from the fort
for a few days.

Captain Ballinger personally
removed his name from the muster.

He kept him here.

By the time I got back,
the sergeant was dead.

How come none of this came out
at the court-martial?

Because your testimony
was enough.

Nobody wanted to blacken Ballinger's
name more than it had to be.

Oh, swell.
And I'm the Judas goat, huh?

You people sat around
in your comfortable uniforms

and let me lead my friend
right down to the ax.

- That's not true.
- Wasn't it?

Rowdy...

George is my friend too.

Sure, you're here weeping and wailing
and holding his hand,

but tomorrow morning,
you don't have to give the order.

You understand that?

I have to give the order that kills him.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

- You talk to Scot?
- Yeah.

What happened?

How come you never told me
that you got rid of Scot?

That you pulled Sergeant Morton
off that patrol?

I did?

That's what Scot says.

I knew Scot was on patrol.

But I don't remember keeping
Sergeant Morton on the post,

unless I did it because he was hurt
when Carol was killed.

It sure doesn't look that way.

As God as my judge, Rowdy,

if I did it so I could kill that man,
I didn't know what I was doing.

MAN:
Corporal of the guard!

BALLINGER:
Attack. They're attacking!

There.

MACINTOSH: Colonel.
- Tell your men they can relax.

- No war yet, for a while.
- Thank God.

Haggle, haggle, talk, talk.

We finally got to the point
where nobody could remember

how this even got started.

We made promises,
they made promises.

You have anything to, uh, drink,
lieutenant?

Yes, sir. In my quarters, sir.

Well, that's that.

Not even Indians to the rescue.

You do some things for me?

Sure.

There's money in the bank
at Abilene.

This letter will get it out.
Would you see it gets to Mrs. Morton?

All right.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Tell Scot I'd like it if he'd use these.

There's one other thing.

I don't know whether they plan
to blindfold me or not.

I'd rather they put something
over my head.

I don't want anybody to see my face.

I'll do what I can.

I guess I'd like to be alone now,
Rowdy.

I got some prayers.

George,
when you wrote me that letter,

you wanted me to change
my testimony, didn't you?

Yes.

I wanted to live...

even if you had to be a liar.

I tried my best.

Yeah, I know.

Bye, George.

Goodbye.

And thanks.

Oh, God.

Be with me.

You wanna say goodbye to him?

I already did.

He wanted me to give you these.

[DRUMS BEATING]

ROWDY:
You're not staying?

I can't make myself do it.

Well, I'm glad.

It seems strange.

A man is gonna die.
Nobody lifts a finger to help him.

It's awful.

Yes, ma’am. It is.

[CATTLE MOOING]

It worth it?

Yeah, it was worth it.

Head them up!

Move them out!