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Hey!

Hey, where's your firecrackers, Paco?

Uh, my father... He will get me some

when he's finished out of the barbershop.

Well, you may have a long wait

the way that barber's cutting hair in there.

Barber, tell me something.

You and Jenny Holcombe went steady for five years.

That's right.

Now, how come, all of a sudden you decided

you didn't want to be friends no more?

What-what the devil are you talking about, Sam?

You hear that, Rodriguez?

He wants to know what the devil I'm talking about.

Well, what are you talking about?

Everybody knows Jenny and me is getting married next week.

That's exactly. What I am talking about.

My wife and me... We got along real amiable-like

until we got married.

And then, my, oh, my.

I tell you, Barber, you just ain't got good sense.

Now, you laugh. You laugh while you can,

'cause after next week, your laughing days is over, boy.

Well, I see an awful lot of laughing, but not much cutting.

Frank, how can you take so much time cutting so little hair?

Now, don't you worry, Little Joe.

Your day's coming a little later.

With this hair? Are you kidding?

- Yes, I am. - Hey. -What the...

Hey, you kids!

All right, you kids.

Hey, Paco, you're in luck. Got some firecrackers.

That ought to hold you till your pops gets out.

- Thank you, Joe. - Right.

After you, ma'am.

Ah.

She's a real pretty gal, ain't she, Duke?

Guess that don't do Duke no good.

She didn't even give him a tumble.

Wait a minute, honey. I want to talk to you.

What are you afraid of?

All I want to do is talk to you and get acquainted.

Just let me alone!

Let go. Let...

Whoa! Whoa!

Come on, I'll buy you a haircut.

Thanks, Frank. Here.

Oh, uh, you're coming to the wedding, ain't you, Sheriff?

Yeah, if this old goat here

don't talk you out of getting married.

- Not a chance. - Little Joe.

Hey, uh, you're-you're not gonna let him charge you

full price for that, are you, Roy?

Will you stop?!

Get on here. Get in here.

Hey, come on, now, don't...

don't cut too much off, will you, please?

Now, now, you ain't gonna tell me

how to cut your hair, are you, Little Joe?

I just want to make sure my hat still fits, you know.

Uh, be a little wait, boys.

Uh, two ahead of you.

Well, we got lots of time.

Uh, just find yourself a chair someplace there.

Hey, don't-don't get carried away with the scissors, Frank.

You in that chair... Just hold your head...

Would you mind letting me take your place?

You got to be kidding.

I waited for two hours to get in this chair.

You're willing to wait that long,

you ought to be willing to wait a little while longer.

Uh, like I told you, there's two ahead of you. Two.

Yeah, I know, but, uh, I'm in a hurry.

How about it?

Oh, you're gonna wait your turn

just like everybody else.

Go ahead, Frank.

Yeah, but I'm not like anybody else.

That's good.

This makes the difference.

Better get out of that chair, mister.

No sense getting killed over

a little thing like a haircut.

Duke here is, um,

touchy about the way he looks.

You don't get out of that chair,

you'll never have need of a haircut.

Better listen to him, mister.

Like I told you, he's... touchy.

I've seen too many mean, loco killers in my life

not to recognize one when I see him.

You shut up, old man.

Better get out of that chair, Little Joe, before he kills you.

Now...

you are getting out of that little chair, aren't you?

Oh, yeah.

But I'm gonna remember you, mister.

Why don't you sit over here... mister?

Carlos.

I'll need a shave.

I would also like a shave, por favor.

What do you think you're doing?

Carlos, get out of the chair!

No, Joe.

I know what he wants, but it is not right.

If you want a shave,

you will have to wait until after I get mine.

Somebody tell him to get out of that chair...

before I kill him.

Come on, Carlos. This is no time to be a hero.

Get out of the chair.

No, Joe.

It's all right.

He will wait.

No man would kill for such a foolish reason.

Por favor, Barber,

get busy with that lather.

Carlos, don't be a fool.

Barber?

Barber!

I'm mighty particular about my hair.

I don't want you to take too much off the top.

Trim it nice and neat in the back

and keep the sideburns long.

No sight of them?

Not a thing.

Joe, why don't you come inside?

Have some supper with Paco and me.

Paco's in there?

Yeah.

He has no relatives this side of Mexico.

Roy Coffee wrote to his grandparents.

Until he hears back,

I-I told him I'd take care of the boy.

Well, how's he feeling?

Well... how do you think he feels?

That poor kid.

Every time I think about what happened in there...

All right, Joe.

Nothing you could do. Wasn't your fault.

You're not responsible for Mr. Rodriguez' death.

I know it wasn't my fault, Pa,

but I just wish there was something I could have done.

What could you have done?

Sam Sneddon and Barber told me what happened and how.

Joe, sometimes situations arise,

and there's nothing you can do about 'em.

Yeah, well, there's something I can do about it now.

I can find Miller.

I'll saddle a fresh horse.

Well, we caught a couple of 'em.

Frank Waldron's barn.

Roy's got 'em in jail in Virginia City.

Did they get the one that did the killing?

Well, we don't know.

According to them, they didn't have anything to do with it.

I have to go into town, Pa.

You be careful now.

Right.

Howdy, Joe.

Tell me if one these fellows the killer, will you?

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah, that's the one!

Joe, you know better than that.

- No. - Let-let... Let... here.

Let... let go of him. I said,

- let go! - The one.

- The one. - Look, Joe.

- Hey, Joe. - That's the one!

- Joe. - Out!

- The one! - Come on. Come on. Come on.

Paco, how you feeling?

Joe?

About my father.

I know there's nothing you could have done.

Thanks, Paco.

Howdy, Ben.

Roy.

Joe. Hey, Paco, got a letter for you.

Oh, he heard from his grandparents then?

- Yeah. - Good, I'm glad you were able

- to get in touch with them. - And so was I.

Well, trial all set?

Yeah, but it's been changed over to Carson City.

How come?

Well, Duke Miller's lawyer claimed that he couldn't

get an unbiased jury in Virginia City

so he pulled some legal strings

and had the whole trial transferred over to Carson.

Oh... Hey, Paco letter from your grandpa.

Just come in before noon.

Thank you, Señor Sheriff.

Must've got himself a pretty smart lawyer, huh?

They just don't come no smarter.

Wilson Reed's defending him.

And, Ben... now both Barber and Sam

are eyewitnesses to this murder

and their testimony should convict Miller,

but I just don't want to take any chance

on having any trouble at the trial.

So you get Joe to stay away from the trial, huh?

Now, Roy...

Joe isn't gonna start any trouble in a court of law.

Roy, I'm going to that trial whether you like it or not.

Señor Cartwright... Yes, Paco?

My grandfather...

he wants me to go to Juárez...

to live with him and Grandma.

Well, that's good news, Paco.

You'll be real happy living with your grandparents, won't ya?

We'll make arrangements to get you there as soon as possible.

Señor Cartwright... I will stay here...

until they hang the men who killed my father.

Warning: About that time. Let's go in.

Thank you, Deputy.

Well, boys, this is your big day...

How do you feel?

I've felt better, Mr. Reed.

Have they caught Otie yet?

No, it's a good thing for you that they haven't.

Otherwise you'd hang.

You think you can get us off?

There's a possibility.

If there weren't I wouldn't be defending you.

Let's go.

Oh, Mr. Reed, uh...

I ain't had a haircut in a long time

and I thought maybe, uh,

I hate to go into court looking so shabby.

So if it's possible I'd like to get a barber in here

to sort of clean me up.

Well, there's only one way

that you'd ever get a barber in here.

That's if the jury convicted you.

They always grant a last request to a condemned man.

And that would be your last request,

wouldn't it, Duke?

Come on, boys. It's not smart to keep a judge waiting.

And then when Mr. Rodriguez

refused to get out of his chair,

Duke Miller shot him.

Shot him and killed him.

And then while...

while Rodriguez was laying dead on the floor,

Duke Miller got into the chair...

and then very calmly...

made Frank finish cutting his hair.

You have heard the barber,

Mr. Sneddon, and now Mr. Cartwright

tell how Carlos Rodriguez met his death.

Never have I heard

of such a cold-blooded killing,

and never have I been able to offer

such overwhelming evidence

against a murderer... Your Honor...

it isn't up to Mr. Albright

to decide whether Duke Miller is a murderer.

That's up to the jury.

Until a decision is reached

I insist that Mr. Albright refrain

from referring to Mr. Miller or one of the defendants

as a murderer.

You see that you do that, Mr. Albright.

I'm sorry, Judge.

Your witness.

Mr. Cartwright... I, um, I understand

that you were unconscious at the time of the killing.

Is that correct?

Yes, that is correct,

but I, I came to immediately...

That's all. No more questions.

- He had the gun in his hand! - That's all.

Your Honor...

That's all, son. You can step down.

Miller maintains that he never stepped foot

inside that barbershop,

but you have heard three men swear

that Miller did come into that barbershop

and that he murdered Carlos Rodriguez

in cold blood right before their eyes.

Gentlemen, there is no need for me to say more.

If ever a man was guilty of murder

and deserved to be hung,

that man is Duke Miller.

Now I know you're going to find him guilty.

And I know that he is going to hang.

The state rests, Your Honor.

All right... well, Mr. Reed?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Gentlemen, you have heard the two defendants

state that Joseph Cartwright tried to strangle Duke Miller

in his cell in Virginia City.

Now I don't know why Joseph Cartwright

wanted to kill Mr. Miller,

but I do know that he hates him.

So do you.

Therefore, I want you to completely disregard

his testimony because the testimony of a man

full of hate... is very unreliable.

I object, Your Honor.

I'll sustain that.

Mr. Reed, I will instruct the jury

what to disregard, hmm?

I'm sorry.

Your Honor, I would like for the barber

and Mr. Sneddon to come up here

and take another look at Mr. Brennan and Mr. Miller.

Objection, Your Honor.

Just a minute.

Now, uh, they've had plenty of time to see them, Mr. Reed.

It isn't necessary for them to come back up here...

Your Honor, I insist that they come up here...

and positively identify the defendants

as two of the men who were in that barbershop...

and I will prove them wrong.

Now, there is no doubt

that someone killed Carlos Rodriguez,

but there is grave doubt, and I am certain

that it was not Duke Miller.

All right, Mr. Sneddon, Mr. Thomas,

come on up.

Come on, come on.

Come on right up here.

Gentlemen, if you'll stand right in front of defendants,

and don't take your eyes off them.

Uh, Mr. Reed,

you're sure now that you're not taking up this court's time

- for nothing. - Please bear with me, Your Honor.

All right.

Now Mr. Brennan and Mr. Miller

admit that they rode through Virginia City

the day of the murder.

They swore they did not go into the barbershop.

They swore that they were not in the company of a third man.

Now, maybe three men did enter

that barbershop, I don't know,

but Cal Brennan was not one of them;

nor was Duke Miller.

Mr., uh, Sneddon...

why do you wear glasses?

Why do you think I wear 'em for?

Because you have very poor eyesight.

Well, I got good enough eyesight

to know that these were the two

that came into the barbershop that day

and that's the one that killed Carlos Rodriguez

and you can't disprove that.

You bet you can't. We know who we saw.

Then you still insist...

you are still positive that those are the two men

that went into the barbershop?

Yes.

And could you identify the third man

you claim went into the barbershop

if you ever saw him again?

- I'm sure I could. - So could I.

Now, gentlemen,

the prosecutor bases his entire case on an old man

who has very poor eyesight,

and a barber who admits

that he was terrified at the time the crime was committed.

Now I don't think that's sufficient evidence

to hang a man.

But I can see from the looks of your faces that you do.

You still believe these witnesses.

All right.

I want you to go on believing them.

I mean that.

I want you to believe them.

Because I'm going to base my entire defense

on the fact that you do believe them even though I know,

and am certain that for a fact...

that they are mistaken.

Floyd.

Mr. Sneddon... do you recognize that man?

That's the one.

That's the other one that come into the barbershop

with them.

That's him, all right.

And you both positively identify him

as the man who came into the barbershop

on February the second

with Calvin Brennan and Duke Miller?

I'm positive he's the one.

There ain't no doubt about it.

That's all, gentlemen.

You may go back to your seats.

Your Honor,

the man who the two witnesses just identified

is Floyd Brennan, Calvin Brennan's brother.

Take off his hat.

Calvin isn't very proud of his brother Floyd

because he's a criminal.

As soon as he is through here

the two deputies will escort him back to his jail cell

in Kingman...

where he's been incarcerated for more than a year.

No, I object, Your Honor...

All right, all right. Quiet.

Quiet, quiet, please.

All right, Mr. Reed, go ahead.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, they said they were positive.

Positive that this man was in the barbershop,

but on that fatal day

Floyd Brennan was locked up in jail

more than 500 miles away from Virginia City.

So how in God's name can you believe

anything those witnesses have said?

You can't, gentlemen. You can't.

Floyd Brennan was not in that barbershop.

Cal Brennan was not in that barbershop.

Duke Miller was not in that barbershop.

So, gentlemen, you can't...

you can't possibly bring in a verdict of guilty

unless you are willing to make a mockery

of the word "justice."

Quiet, quiet, please!

You gentlemen reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendants please stand up.

How do you find?

We find both the defendants not guilty.

- Not Guilty? - Joseph, Joseph.

Not guilty?

You Honor, how much proof do you need?

There were three eyewitnesses that saw Miller

- kill Mr. Rodriguez... - Just a minute.

Now the jury has handed down a decision; it stands.

What kind of a decision? What proof do you need?

- Now that is enough. - Oh, no, it's not enough.

Deputy, get in here.

Joseph... got him tight?

Quiet, please.

Did you hear me? Stop it.

Young man, that is going to cost you

30 days in jail.

Oh, really? I can probably

get that sentence cut considerably, Judge,

if I can afford Mr. Reed for an attorney.

I said be quiet.

Your Honor...

my son has been under great strain

for the past couple of weeks.

I beg the court's indulgence.

All right.

All right, Mr. Cartwright.

But let me tell you this. Let me tell all of you this.

Duke Miller was tried in a proper court of law,

and he was declared innocent!

Now, if anyone decides to reverse that decision

by putting a bullet into Duke Miller,

the killer will be tried in my courtroom,

and I promise you he will be hanged by the neck until dead.

This court stands adjourned.

I never heard anything like it in my life... in my whole life!

We saw... we saw Miller kill Paco's father

right in front of our eyes.

And-and just because that jury...

Roy! Roy, what are we gonna do about it?

Are we just gonna stand around and do nothing

while them murderers in there go free? Are we?!

You know what we ought to do? We ought to go in there,

pull him out of jail and hang him up ourselves!

That's the first sensible thing I've heard all day!

Now, wait a minute, boys.

We come over here to Carson City to attend a trial.

Now, that trial's over.

Just because a smart lawyer happens...

Now, look, he was tried according to law.

The jury brought in a verdict of not guilty.

Now, no matter how any of us feel,

there's not gonna be any hanging, legally or ill... Huh?

♪♪

Now, Joseph, what happened in there is final.

You heard what the judge said:

there'll be no more trouble.

So let's get on home.

♪♪

How's Paco feeling?

I thought he could use a glass of milk.

I'll bring it up to him.

With a gun in your hand?

I tried to talk to him.

All he wants to do is kill Duke Miller personally.

Yeah, well, don't you worry

about him killing Duke Miller, Pa.

'Cause I'm gonna do it for him.

Evidently, all I've taught you means nothing.

That boy upstairs needs help.

He's being eaten away by hate.

He won't listen to me.

But he likes you, Joseph.

So you talk to him.

He admires you.

You advise him.

Tell him that the sacred book lies.

Tell him that vengeance belongs to Joe Cartwright

and Paco Rodriguez.

Tell him that the courts are to be obeyed

only when they decide in our favor.

Tell him there's no such thing as human dignity or decency.

You tell him that men have the God-given right

to turn themselves into jungle animals.

Go ahead. Tell him that.

Isn't that what you believe?

♪♪

Hey, I brought you a little milk.

I don't want any.

Come on, it'll do you some good.

Take a little bit, anyway.

Hey, you mind if we do a little talking?

No, I don't mind.

Well, the family and I have been talking downstairs,

and, uh... we think it might be a good idea

if you went to your grandparents right way.

My grandparents will not see Paco...

until my father's death has been avenged.

You gonna kill the man who took my father's life,

and I'm gonna help you.

You meant it, didn't you?

Yes, I meant it when I said, Paco.

Let me try to explain something to you.

When a fella grows up like I have, he...

he sometimes says things when he's angry,

and forgets some of the truths that he learned when he was boy.

What truths?

Well, wh-where does a man go when he dies, Paco? A good man.

To heaven.

And where does a bad man go when he dies?

To hell.

Yes, that's where he goes.

'Cause nobody goes unpunished, Paco.

The man who killed my father... He must be punished now.

The court said he's innocent even though we know he's guilty.

Now, that's because the courts are not perfect, Paco.

But God is.

Yes, but...

- You believe in God, don't you? - Yes.

All right, then you must believe

that God will punish Duke Miller.

Look, I know it's hard.

It's hard for you, and it's hard for me.

But, son, if you believe in God, then you must believe that.

You want me to go to my grandparents in Juárez?

And leave vengeance to God?

Yes, that's what I want.

I don't want to, but...

if you go with me, Little Joe, I'm ready.

Well, look, I, uh, I got a lot of things to do around here.

Maybe... maybe Hoss or Adam could take you.

What things?

If you believe that we must leave vengeance to God,

what things have you got to do?

Nothing.

I'll take you to Mexico.

Get some sleep.

We'll leave tomorrow.

Well, that just about makes a load, don't it?

Yep.

Joe.

Hey, Hoss, finish tying this stuff on for me, all right?

Yeah, Pa?

Just want you to know that I appreciate you volunteering

to take Paco to his grandparents.

Well, I didn't exactly volunteer to take him, but...

Well...

But I do want your word that you're going straight to Juárez,

- nowhere else. - I couldn't very well

go chasing after Miller on a wagonload of supplies.

No.

But I also want your word

that you're not gonna go after Miller afterwards, either.

And if you happen to bump into him, no guns.

All right, you have my word.

You really mean that?

You asked me to talk to Paco last night,

- talk things out with him. - Mm-hmm?

What you were really asking me to do

was talk things out with myself, wasn't it?

♪♪

I guess I better get Paco and tell him time to go.

Yeah.

♪♪

I'm ready, Joe.

Adios, Padre.

Adios, Señor Cartwright.

Bye, Paco.

Oh, Paco.

This letter's for your grandfather.

Maybe someday we'll come down to Mexico and visit with you, huh?

You tell your grandpa we'll write him about the ranch, huh?

Thank you, Señor Sheriff.

Joe.

You take care of things, and of Paco.

Don't worry. I'll take care of him, Pa.

♪♪

What are we trying to prove?

Oh, it's a nice town.

Who knows?

We might see that Cartwright kid again.

Ain't worth it, Duke.

They ain't forgot how you killed that Mexican.

You're pressing your luck.

Hey, fellas, why don't you go in and say hello to the sheriff.

♪♪

♪♪

I'd like to have this table. Do you mind?

Well, there's plenty of tables. Can't you see?

Yeah, I know, but I'd like to have this one.

Look, I said there's pl...

Hello, Sam.

Sam, you remember me, don't you?

You got a lot of gall, showing your face in this town.

Sam, let bygones be bygones.

To show you I ain't mad at you for trying to get me hung...

I'm gonna pay for your dinner.

How's that?

I ain't a-gonna eat with the likes of you

and I ain't sitting with the likes of you.

Sit down, old man.

Please.

How's your friend Cartwright?

Still pushy as ever?

You'd find out soon enough if he knew you was in town.

Well, that's exactly what I want him to know.

You know where to find him?

I know where to find him.

Will you tell him I'm here?

Yes, I'll tell him you're here...

and I'll tell the sheriff, too, you skunks are back in town!

This place is too fancy for me.

I'm going next door and have a drink.

Well, look who's here.

Hello. Can I talk to you now?

Just let me alone, will you?

What's the matter with you?

Why are you being so standoffish?

- Just leave me alone. - I'm not such a bad guy.

You look kind of shaggy, Duke.

Think we better clean up and, uh,

and give it another try, huh?

Maybe you're right.

Come on.

Hey, where you going?

Lover boy wants a haircut... What else?

Now, that-that-that's what Sam told me.

- What I wouldn't give... - Barber.

I'll be right with... Need a haircut.

Uh... we're closed up.

I said I need a haircut.

I, I-I told you, we're closed up.

You're open now.

What's the matter, Barber? Ain't you glad to see me?

Come on. He's not gonna hurt you. Come on.

Want the same kind of haircut you gave me the last time.

Sure, sure, Mr. Miller.

You know, the last time I was here,

I left in such a hurry, I forgot to pay you.

So this time I'm gonna pay you double.

How is that?

Why, that's fine, fine, Mr. Miller. That's...

Little Joe... Little Joe!

Little Joe!

Duke Miller is back in town and them two fellers is with him.

They're over in the barbershop.

I couldn't find the sheriff.

Let's go get him.

- I'll take this rifle. - Leave it alone, Sam.

We don't want anything to do with him.

What in tarnation is wrong with you?

You said after the trial you was going to get him.

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

Little Joe, ain't you going to do anything about it?

Remember that talk we had last night, Paco?

You remember what we talked about?

Well, I meant what I said.

Paco, I believe what I said.

Now, I'm gonna go in the bank and cash that draft.

Want you to sit here in the wagon

and wait for me just like I told you.

I never thought I'd live to see the day

when a Cartwright would turn coward.

Señor Joe is no coward.

He said God will punish those men.

In due time, Paco, in due time,

but I still say Little Joe is a coward,

and so would your father if, if he hadn't been killed

by them three skunks down there in that barbershop.

♪♪

Paco!

Paco, come back here!

Hello, Cartwright.

Paco, you all right?

Yeah, I had to come.

My father wasn't a coward.

I can't be either.

I understand.

All right, Duke, nobody's hurt.

Let the kid go.

Get out, kid.

Not you, Cartwright.

You stay.

Go on back to the wagon.

What are you going to do?

Just go on back to the wagon.

Put your guns away, fellas.

I want this nice and legal.

I want him bruised up so he'll never forget us.

All right, let him go.

Just let him go.

Hey, Barber.

Come on over here.

Let me out of this chair.

Oh, Frank, you did a beautiful job.

Yeah, I figure that's one of the best jobs I've ever done.

Let me out of this chair.

We're gonna let you out of the chair.

Don't want you to go out without your tie.

First we'd like you to see the job we did.

- I want my hat. - No hat, Duke.

- I want my hat. - No, you're gonna see the whole town

- with no hat. - Don't let anybody see me like this.

Don't let anybody see me like this, please.

Please don't let anybody see me like this!

Everybody's gonna see you, Duke.

Everybody's gonna see you!

No.

Let 'em all see you, Duke!

Go ahead. Let 'em see you!

Paco.

Paco, Paco, Paco.

Paco, that's enough.

That's enough.

That's it. You cry.

You get it all out, Paco.

You've done all you can do.

Come on. Go home.

Go home.

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