All language subtitles for S03E24 - Legend for a Lawman

♪♪ [ Piano: Romantic ]

Like I say, Sunday night's
always a quiet night
in Cobb's Run.

Town's empty,
except for the locals.

But, boy, you come around here
next Saturday night,
this place'll be roaring.

There's not much chance.
My foreman will be
meeting me tomorrow,

and we'll be heading
back home for Wyoming.

Well, fine place, Wyoming.
Whereabouts?

We work for Shiloh Ranch.
It's outside of Medicine Bow.

What about his accounts?

He gives you fellas
on the town council...

one or two pieces
of paper a year...

and you can't make
heads or tails
out of 'em.

Are you saying
that Floyd isn't honest?

No, but if I had his job,
the marshal's office would be
run in a businesslike way.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, Floyd may not be
a very good bookkeeper,

but he's a darn good marshal.

[ Laughing ] Wade's right.
I remember the time
the four Williams boys--

- Three.
- No, no. Four.

Well, Floyd took 'em all on.

Now, that was 11 years ago--
before your time, Mr. Loomis.

Eleven years. He isn't the man
you remember anymore.

If he ever was.

I have the greatest confidence
in Floyd.

Floyd can handle anything
that comes down the pike.
Just about anything.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door Rattles ] [ Man ]
Marshal?

Coby? Yeah.

Mmm.

[ Exhales ]

Come on in.

I stopped by your place.
Nora's all right.

Thanks.
Forgot my glasses.

Well, I can fetch 'em up
from the office.No hurry.

Eat your supper first.

Sam Loomis has had
half the town council down
at the hotel bar all evening.

They've been runnin'
you down.It's his time.

If you like your job,
you better do a little
politickin' with 'em.

If you like yours,
stop being
a gossipy old woman.

[ Chuckles ]
He's not likely
to do me any harm.

- How big's the payroll
this time?
- Little over 50,000.

[ Whistles ]

I wish those railroads
would send their payroll
through some other bank.

Guards will pick it up
tomorrow at 9:00,

and you can relax.

Yeah, until next Sunday.
Every week, I get the willies.

Skeedaddle.

Cards?

Two.

Two.

Gettin' kinda late.

Say, before you turn in,

would you help me
down to the livery
with these here suitcases?

They're awful heavy,
and I got this bad sprain.Sure, I'd be glad to.

Before we go,
would you mind if I had
just one quick beer?

And I'll buy you
one of them sarsparillas.

Oh, there's no need,
Mr.-- Uh--

Cole, Harley Cole.
No, you come on now.
I insist.

Bartender.
You set these up
again, please.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Imitates Bird Call ]

[ Bird Call Whistle ]

Is that too heavy for you?

I'll manage.[ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering,
Laughing ]

This is fine
right here.

Well, I'll give you
a hand with these things.

No, no. You go on back
and get to bed.

Well, good night,
Mr. Cole.Thank you, son.

Good night.

Hey, mister!

Get the marshal.
I'm goin' for the doctor.What happened?

His daughter Nora--
an oil lamp exploded on her.

That poor, pretty little thing.
Her face is burned
something awful.

Well, where's he at?He's at the bank.
I'll fetch the doctor.

Marshal?[ Knocking ]

Marshall?[ Knocking ]

There's been an accident!
Your daughter's got hurt.

What happened?A lamp blew up
in her face.

Oh, dear Lord. Nora.

Nora!

Don't turn around!

[ Imitates Bird Call ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Man ]
Come on,
let's get outta here.

[ Knocking ]

Marshal?

Hey, Marshal,
you haven't gone to sleep?

[ Gunshot ]Sounds like trouble.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Horse Whinnies, Nickers ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Galloping Hooves ] [ Gunshot ]

Ninety-five, 100.

Floyd, is this--

[ Doctor ]
Now this is gonna
hurt, Marshal.

[ Slug Clatters ]

Floyd, is this
all you recovered?

- How much?
- 4,100.

You let them get away
with $47,000.

Mr. Hammill, you can't blame him
for being taken in by that kid.

Could've happened
to anyone.

Evenin', Miss Buckman.

[ Chattering ]

Now, what good do you think
a posse's gonna do?

Now, Floyd asked us to turn out.
That's good enough for me.

What are you gonna see?
Where are you gonna go?

Well, more'n likely,
he got more information
outta that boy he caught.

[ Scoffs ]
I think
you might find out...

before you go running around
in the middle of the night.

Get a buggy,
take your father home
and put him to bed.

All right.Doctor, they're waiting
for him.

Nora, you go home
and get me
another pair of pants.

You're in no condition
to travel.

Father, please, let
me get the buggy. Do like I say, Nora.

Coby, bring the boy
in here.

Thing like that
doesn't mean any more to him
than fallin' off a pool table.

Marshal,
a man your age--Father, please.

Nora, honey, you know
that one way or another...

I'm goin' with that posse.

So you might as well
see that I'm covered.

There's no changing you.

Did you do that
to my father?

No, ma'am, I sure didn't.

I'll talk to him.

Coby?Yeah?

The kid tell you
where the others might be?Nope, not a word.

I don't guess there's
any harm in asking Floyd
a couple questions.

But I only come into town
this afternoon.

Nobody's denying that.

My foreman's coming to meet me
tomorrow morning.
He'll tell you.

We work up on the Shiloh ranch
in Wyoming.

Marshal, surely you realize
a posse in the middle
of the night's a waste of time.

I know you want my job
pretty bad, Loomis.
You got a better idea?

Yes. I'd wire every marshal
and sheriff around here--

and every station master too--
alerting 'em.

It's already been done.
Anything else?

Dogs. I'd get
Fallon's hunting pack
and track 'em down.

And what do we use
for a starter scent?

The tools and the suitcase
they left in the bank.

Yeah, they thought of that too.
They poured coal oil
all over 'em.

They planned it
to a "T", didn't they? They sure did.

But I wounded one of 'em.
I don't think they'll
travel far or fast.

That's the reason
for the posse.

You're wounded too.
What makes you so different?

[ Scoffs ]

I won't be responsible,
Marshal.That's fair enough.

Anything else?

I'd wallop him
till he talks.

No.

Still,
he probably has got
a pretty good idea...

which way they went
with that money.

I don't. All I did
was deliver a message
to the marshal.

And hit me over the head
with a gun butt.

No, sir.
It was this other feller.

Other fella? You was
the only one that was there.

No, sir.
This feller in black
came in right after I did.

He must've walked
through a wall then.

Do you deny that I closed
that door behind you?

Yes, sir.
Now that I think about it,
I believe you did.

Believe it?
You know it.

Yes, sir, but-- Then you admit
you was alone?

- No, sir.
- This is a lot of nonsense.

Oh, I know he wasn't
alone later.

After you hit me,
you opened the door
for your accomplices.

No, sir. I mean,
you closed the door after me,
but you couldn't have bolted it.

Well, now, that would
be quite a blunder,
wouldn't it, Floyd?

Floyd, I can't believe
that you'd turn your back
on an unlocked door.

Now hold on. If the marshal
closed that door, he bolted it.

One follows the other,
automatic as breathing.

Me, his own deputy--

hundreds of times
he's let me in and out
of that bank,

and he opens and closes
and bolts that door
like clockwork.

I mean, it's like a habit,

and not once in a hundred times
have I seen him
do it different.

Well, a fellow did come in,
so the door had to be unlocked.

Come on. Please believe me.

Bank robber's word, boy,
is not the best in the world.

He's telling one lie
to bolster another.

Floyd, you'd better get
going with that posse.

Right away.

Randy Benton,
one of our citizens
was killed...

during the commission
of your crime.

Therefore, I'm holding you
for murder.

[ Marshal ]
Coby, lock him up.

[ Chattering ]

[ Bell Dinging ]

Sorry, I'm doubling
behind the bar today.

You sure missed it.Missed what?

All the excitement.
Big hold-up last night.

Gunfight in the middle
of the street.

Shot poor Ben Shattuck.
That's why I'm tendin' bar.

Marshal killed
one of the desperadoes
and caught another one.

Got shot himself.
Yes, sir,
you sure missed it.

I guess I did.

Could you tell me
where Randy Benton's room is?

Randy Benton.

212.Thanks.

He ain't there.

- Where is he?
- You'll never guess.

You're right, I won't,
because I won't even try.

In jail,
charged with murder.

Randy?

212.

Now, this fellow that said
his name was Harley Cole--

About 40, you say,
and stocky?Yeah.

Well, some say
they recognized him
in the gunfight,

and others connect him
with the robbers just
because he was a stranger.

Because you were having
a drink with him in the bar,
they figure you were partners.

Yeah, and that
ain't the worst of it.
I carried his bag for him,

the one they found
later on in the bank
with all the tools in it.

And they even claim
I was trying
to shoot the deputy.

How could they
figure that?

Well, the marshal
was standing behind me
during all the gunplay,

and from where he was standing,
I guess it might've
looked like it.

That's why he said
he shot me.

And that's the way it was.

I guess the robbers
rigged the whole thing...

just so I'd get
Marshal Buckman
to open the door.

Floyd Buckman?

I've heard of him.
Are they treatin' you
all right?

Except for everybody
wantin' to hang me and all,
just fine.

The posse's comin' in,
if you want to talk
to the marshal.

Don't worry too much
about this, Randy.
I'll get you outta here.

Don't think for a minute
that I'm doubting you,

but could you give me
some idea of how you're
gonna go about it?

I'd feel
a good bit better.[ Chuckles ]

Oh, I'm sure I can
straighten things out
with the marshal.

See ya, Marshal.

Good-bye.

Get some rest.

Floyd, you must be
whang leather and whipcord.

I'm four years
younger'n you,
and I'm about stove in.

Maybe you don't live right.

Well?I didn't see
hide nor hair of 'em.

Oh, Floyd. Floyd.
I was expecting--

I can't work miracles.

I'll be goin' out again.

Wade.

Give him time.
It's only been about 12 hours.

Remember that stagecoach
robbery in '7l?Seventy.

Well, whenever.
Took him eight days then,
but he got 'em.

And the money.
He always does.

Yeah, he said
you'd be along
this morning.

That oughta count
for something.

Means he told the truth
about havin' one friend,
nothing more.

We're here in Kansas
selling cattle.
We come from Wyoming.

A town called Medicine Bow.
Shiloh Ranch.

Our business separated us,
and we arranged to meet
here in Cobb's Run.

Here's my instructions,
a letter of introduction,
money order receipt.

And this one
even mentions Randy.

That's real nice.

But we were here last night,
and we saw it all.

And we saw him.

I know this boy.
Randy'd never rob a bank.

Well, that's your opinion,
but I don't know you from Adam.

Won't you at least admit
he might be telling
the truth,

that there could have been
another man in that bank?

No, it's not possible.
I bolted that door.

Now, unless you've got something
besides your opinion--

The marshal's been up
for 30 hours.

I heard you were
a fine lawman, Marshal.

Thank you.

I never heard
you were above
making a mistake.

Nineteen, 20, 21.

Twenty-two words
to Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

That'll be $1.37.

Uh, this Judge Garth, uh,
bein' out of state and all,

he can't do you no good.

We'll see. Is there
a lawyer in town?

Oh, yeah. Two.
Old man Martin
and Sam Loomis.

Now, Loomis is smart.Thanks.

Good luck.

Assuming these papers
are genuine and you're
who they say you are...

and your opinion of
young Randy's correct,

yes, I'd be interested.

Then you'll
take the case?Now, I didn't say that.

I'd like to see Marshal Buckman
taken down a peg or two.

It's no secret
I'd like his job.

Be a good stepping stone
in politics.

But I'm not willing
to get all bloodied up.

You don't know
what you're up against.

A famous lawman, huh?

More than that.

For nine, nine and a half years,

Cobb's Run has been
a quiet town,

except for a couple
of family killings...

and the usual run
of drunk cowboys.

Before that, it was wild,
woolly and uncurried.

Marshal Buckman's the man
that quieted it down.

Yeah, that's what I've heard.

No doubt about it,
it was a tough job.

I've heard the stories--

the big gunfight
down at the livery corral,

the time he killed Billy Slade
out there in the street--

all of 'em.

Each year, the stories
get more and more exaggerated.

- And people believe 'em, huh?
- Yeah.

I've never heard Buckman
deny 'em either, in any version.

I think he's beginning
to believe 'em too.

So you see, that's what
you're up against--

opinions, memories,
a storybook hero.

Personally, I think
the old man's over the hill.

Now, you dig up something
that'll help me discredit him,

and I'm your man.

- Otherwise?
- Otherwise, forget it.

Father.Oh, mornin'.

[ Exhales ]

Are you all right?

Right as rain.
Leg's stiffenin' some.

But that's only natural.

You need sleep,
and then you ought to
go see Doctor Wagner.

Nah, too much to do.

I'll have a bite to eat
and some coffee...

and then
I'll ride out again.

Why? Haven't you
got good sense?

You mind yourself.

The town's looking to me
to catch 'em.

And I will.

Go on.I'll take
a minute or two.

I spoke sharp.

Last night, when that kid
said you'd been burned,

it was like I'd been struck
by a bolt of lightnin'.

I can imagine.
It was a cruel thing.

They knew
it would fetch me.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

"Daddy in San Francisco.
Trying to reach him. Betsy."

You can't catch up
with this Judge Garth, huh?

Any reply?No reply.

Deputy, if you
were to go looking
for those bank robbers,

where would you start?

Oh, I know my reason.
What's yours?

Friendship.

Well, the posse
worked up north,
in amongst them ridges.

You stumble onto 'em,
it's your own hide,
you know.

Thanks.

You're not gonna find 'em
before the marshal does.

Maybe not.

The circuit court judge
is comin' into town tomorrow,

so don't root around too long,
you're liable to miss the trial.

Thanks again.

[ Door Opens ]

Howdy, Miss Nora.

Is your father comin' back?No, he rode out
to the Bar Z.

Said he wanted to
pick up some hands there...

and look for those men
up in Carver's Canyon.

Well, I guess they could have
headed in that direction
as well as north.

[ Coby ]
Dinner.

Thank you.
[ Exhales ]

[ Cell Door Closes ]

I thought you might
like some steak.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, I'll cut it.Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose
you like my father.

The way we got acquainted
wouldn't hardly lead to it.

If you were to tell my father
where the rest of the men are,

well, I know he'd speak
to the judge for you.

It'd maybe make things
easier for you.

I guess it would,
and I'd do it like a shot
if I had anything to say.

And if you were to speak up,

it'd spare my father
riding out day after day.

I worry about him so.

Won't you change
your mind, Randy?

There's nothing to change.

Miss Buckman?

I sure am glad
you weren't really burned
like the fella said.

That's a funny thing
for you to say.

Not if you believe the rest
of the things I said.

It's not funny at all.

[ Birds Squawking ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

Drop it.

[ Groans ]
Thank heaven.

I wasn't shootin' at you.

Them buzzards--
[ Laughs ]

they don't always
wait until you're dead.

You must be Cole.

Randy described you
pretty good.

Where are the others?

Them dirty scoundrels.

[ Chuckles ]
They never give me a hand.

They let me slide off my horse
right here,

never even got down
to take a look.

Took my money, my horse.

Trotted off,
left me here to die.

- Where they headed?
- I don't know.

Shagrue had this hideout.
I don't know where exactly.

Randy's in jail accused
of murder because of you three.

If I get you back to town alive,
will you tell your story
to the marshal?

[ Chuckles ]
Sure.

That boy Randy--
nice young fella.

That's why I picked him.

I know Buckman would never
open that door to one of us.

But an innocent-lookin'
young kid--

Worked pretty good, huh?
[ Chuckles ]

I fooled 'em though.

I-I don't die as quick.

You, uh-- You gonna get
some good outta me.

We-- We better not
tarry too long.

Any sign of 'em?

Nope.[ Clatters ]

That friend of the kid's
came in after you left.

He's out looking too.

Well, I hope he has
better luck than me.

Cole? Cole.

Here, I've written it all out--
your confession clearing Randy.

Do you want to read it?

Well, then sign it.

Why not?

[ Chuckles ]
Can't write.

Well, at least make your mark.

Thanks.

Take-- Take me back to town.

Please.

Christian burial.

Don't--

Don't leave me for them birds
and varmints.

- You promise?
- I promise.

You got one of 'em, Floyd.
Any information
about the others?

He's got some sort
of confession.Any news about the money?

No.This confession completely
substantiates the boy's story.

The marshal did let
someone else into the bank,

and his name was Shagrue.

That couldn't be.
I closed and bolted
the door. Remember?

I remember
what you said, Floyd.

Seems kind of hard to believe
that Floyd left the door
unlocked. Still--

You'll have to let
Randy go now, Marshal.

Well, Floyd?

This your handwriting?I put it down exactly the way
Cole told it to me.

And this at the bottom?Well, that's his mark.

Any witnesses?Of course not.

Then we don't really know
who made the mark,
do we?

[ Man ]
By George, that's right.

I got Cole's body outside.
You'll recognize him
as the man you shot.

You trying to say
I made that up?

I don't have anything
but your say-so
you found him alive.

And we don't have anything
but your say-so...

that you locked that door
again either.

The marshal's
word's always been
good enough for me.

Don't be blind, Gaynor.
Surely this must raise some
kind of doubt in your mind.

Assuming we do
have some doubt,
what do you suggest?

Postpone the trial
until we get
more evidence.

I say we have
enough evidence now.

But I'll leave it up to
the members of the council.

I think the trial
should go as scheduled.I agree.

Then it's settled.

I'm going
to use this against you
at the trial tomorrow.

That's your affair.

Well,
you gonna defend him?

[ Chuckles ]
Not me.

Don't you understand?
You just lost the trial
right there in his office.

Try old man Martin.

Yee-haw!
Yee-hee-hee!

Yee-hee.

Whoa.

Hey!

- Where is everybody?
- They're at the trial.

George!

George Gaynor!

You ain't Bill Steele?In the flesh,
what's left of me.

Well, I'll be doggone.
Good to see you.

What are you doin'
in that getup?Haven't you heard?

No.I'm Pony Bill Steele, the last
of the Express Riders. Hyah!

[ Both Laughing ]Nobody ever wore a getup
like that in the Pony Express.

Ah, this is just for
a little glow and glitter.
You know, one of them things.

Hey, I read about
the robbery in the papers.

That's why I rode over
from Wichita, to see Floyd.

Well, he's up at the court.
Don't know as how I can
get you in.

Oh, come on. Let's try.Okay.

[ Chuckles ]
Jury's out right now.

Oh, you missed seein' Floyd
on the stand.

Martin cross-examined him
for over two hours.

Didn't shake Floyd's testimony
one little bit.

[ Chattering ]

Don't worry, Randy.

Oh, here comes Floyd
and the prisoner.

Ah, this is like
old times, Floyd.

Billy Steele.That's right.

This the prisoner?Yeah.

Well, I got an idea
that he'd be, uh,

a little older
and a little meaner-lookin'.

Maybe a bigger man.

Hey, let me buy you
a drink, Floyd.

All right, Coby,
you lock him up.

Congratulations, Floyd.

I want to talk to you
anyhow.

It's been a long time.Sure has.

I could've told you that jury
wouldn't pay no attention
to that confession.

I had to try.

[ Chattering ]

Mr. Hammill.

Mr. Hammill.Yes?

How many bank robbers were
in the street last night?

Five.
Everybody knows that.Mm-hmm.

How many were mounted?Well--

Four.

[ People Chattering ] ♪♪ [ Honky-tonk Piano ]

Well, how many people
come to these things?

Thousands of folks,
every performance.

Billy--[ No Audible Dialogue ]

I don't know what I'd do
in a Wild West show.I'll tell ya.

We'll make you the last
of the fighting lawmen.

We'll get you a black broadcloth
suit and a pair of fancy
patent leather boots...

and a couple of black holsters
and maybe a brocaded vest,
you know, one of those things.

Hey, I got an idea.
We can set up
a saloon scene maybe...

where you're a-shootin' it out
with a half a dozen bandits.Uh, Billy--

Usin' blanks, of course.
And we'll get a pretty girl.

Hey, how about usin'
that daughter of yours?

Let her toss up
the glass balls
for you to bust.

Billy, you know I'm not up
to that kind of fancy shootin'.

Oh, who is?
You use shot shells, Floyd.

You couldn't miss one
if you tried.
What do you say?

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Pay's good. Work's easy.
The crowd will love ya.

Costumes. Blanks.
Shot shells.

All seems kind of
fraudulent to me.

Floyd, you're halfway
a fraud already.What do you mean?

I mean to hear people
in this town talk...

about you bein' the roughest,
toughest, greatest lawman alive.

Braggin' up all those
old famous exploits of yours.

Well, they all
happened.Sure they did.

Fifteen years ago.

But the old jug's been
to the well a thousand times
since then, Floyd.

Floyd, Virginian here has
raised a point we thought
maybe you could settle for us.

All right.

Now everybody agrees
there were four riders
in the street that night.

- Were there any other
horses around?
- Not that I know of.

- Where was Randy?
- You heard.
On the sidewalk.

- Well, where was
the fifth horse?
- Fifth horse?

Yeah. He means the one
that Randy was gonna
make his getaway on.

How would I know?

Maybe you think Randy's stupid
enough to stand there in the
street and let you arrest him?

I don't know.

Well, my thought is
he, uh, had a horse
hid out somewhere.

Or maybe it got away from him
during the hullabaloo.

As far as I'm concerned,
it was settled at the trial.

[ Hammill ]
Yes. That's right.

We ought to concentrate on
finding those other two fellas
and recovering that money.

Now you haven't received
any answers to those telegrams,

which means that they might be
hiding out around here
somewhere.

I'll be going out
again directly.

And I'll keep at it
till I bring 'em in.

Well, they know the truth
about what happened.

I wonder if you really
want to bring 'em in, Marshal.

Easy, Floyd. Easy.

You can't blame him for
sticking up for his friend.

I suppose not.

And what about that
fifth horse? That is quite
an interesting point.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

♪♪ [ Guitar ]

[ Randy, Monotone ]
♪ The old maid's a-waitin'
for leap year to come ♪

♪ The minstrel's a-waitin'
to sing ♪

♪ Cow and the bull are
standin' in the pasture ♪

♪ Just waitin' for the grass
to turn green ♪

♪ Barfly's a-waitin'
on an easy mark ♪

♪ Bronc buster's waitin'
for a ride ♪

♪ Life-termer's waitin'
on a prison break ♪

♪ Beachcomber's waitin'
for the tide ♪

♪ Farmer's daughter's
waitin' for the salesman ♪

♪ To take her into town

♪ City slicker's waitin'
on the country boy ♪

♪ To lay all his money down

♪ Katie's a-waitin'
by the garden gate ♪

♪ Moonshiner's a-waitin'
at the still ♪

♪ Gambler's a-waitin'
on his ace in the hole ♪

♪ And Jack's still
waitin' on Jill ♪

♪ Everybody's waitin'
on somethin' ♪

♪ Nothin' seems
to turn out right ♪

♪ Night's just waitin'
on mornin' ♪

♪ Burglar's waitin' on night

♪ Congregation's waitin'
on the preacher ♪

♪ Preacher's a-waitin'
on the groom ♪

♪ Groom, he's waitin'
on the June bride ♪

♪ She's just waitin' on June

♪ Sunflower's waitin'
on the sunshine ♪

♪ Violets are waitin'
on the dew ♪

♪ Bees are waitin'
on the honey ♪

♪ Honey, I'm just
waitin' on you ♪♪

Sounds pretty good,
doesn't he?

Yeah. ♪♪ [ Guitar Strumming ]

You go on home.
Get a good night's sleep.

I'll handle things here.

♪♪ [ Guitar Continues ]

You don't mind him
having that guitar,
do you, Marshal?

He asked for it, and Nora
borrowed it from somewhere.

No, I don't mind.

Well, good night.

♪♪ [ Guitar Continues ]

Any messages?Uh--

Nope. I'm gonna have to put
a fella in with you tonight.

I mean, the way people
are pouring into town
for the hanging--

Anybody looking for me?Uh, no.

If anybody comes by
looking for me,
tell him I'm at the jail.

[ Door Closes ]

Got to where
I can look at it without
getting all tight inside.

I was watching 'em
test it this morning.

I was kind of hopin'--
But it works fine.

Look, Randy, I must
have talked to 20 people.

I offered a cash reward.

Any minute now, one of them's
liable to come walking
through that door...

and tell us exactly
where those two men are.

Well, then
you'd have to catch 'em
and bring 'em back in time.

I got a few things
in the bunkhouse
back at Shiloh--

There's no need
for that kind of talk.

You might as well let me say
it now. I don't know how I'll be
thinkin' as the night wears on.

See old Hector gets them
brand-new boots of mine...

and give my guitar
to Betsy.

You can have that saddle
if you want it.

And that's
about all I've got
that's worth anything.

Hey, by this time
tomorrow night,
you'll be free and clear.

Sure.

Supper's here.

You didn't say if you
wanted anything special.

It's fried chicken,
so you won't have to cut it.

Oh, I can move my arm.

The doc was in this afternoon
making sure of that.

That's so they can tie his hands
behind him tomorrow morning.

Well, Randy, it might not be
too late, if you've got
something to say.

If I had something to say,
don't you think I would now?

I'm sorry.

Go on home now.

Father, are you sure?

Are they making you
doubt me too?

I was asking.
I can do that.

I'm sure.

[ Door Closes ]

Hmm. Smells real good.
Dig in.

I ain't hungry.

He must know.
He's gotta remember.

Maybe he thinks he does.

I've been thinking
about it.

He left the door unlocked.
He let that other fella in.

All of this,
everything that's happened,

could be traced
right back to him
and laid at his doorstep.

I can understand
a man not wantin'
to remember that.

Will you be here
in the mornin'?Mm-mmm.

And neither will you.

I expect I will.
It's a fearsome thing
to have to go through alone.

[ Sighs ]
I'm goin' back
to the hotel for a while.

[ Virginian ]
Buckman.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Keys Jangle In Lock ]

Anybody looking for me?Nope.

[ Lantern Shatters ]

[ Horses Nickering ]

[ Woman ]
Fire! Fire!

[ People Shouting ]

Fire! [ Shouting Continues ]

[ Man ] Get that wagon
out of here! Fire! Fire!

[ Shouting Continues ]

[ Shouting Continues ] [ Bar Clanging ]

What are you gonna do?Keep you hid out till I find
evidence to clear you.

Put your weight against it.

Yeah!
Come on! Let's go!

[ Shouting Continues ]

[ Chattering ]

All right, men,
we're riding north.

Another wild goose chase,
Marshal?

I mean, isn't it just as likely
they went east, south or west?

Maybe. But that friend of
the boy's was rooting around
in them ridges up to the north.

He'll most likely head
for terrain he's familiar with.

That makes
good sense to me.

Makes no sense at all
particularly.

You got a better idea,
Loomis?

You're the marshal.

That's right.

All right, let's go.

[ Chattering ]

[ Chuckles ]
Why, the old fool.

Jeb, you go get
Fallon's hounds.

You tell him
I'll pay for 'em myself
this time out of my own pocket.

The marshal
overlooked something.

This time, we got Fallon's dogs
and a starter scent.

The kid left his arm sling
in his cell.

Now what do you say, men?

How many of you want to ride
with a posse that's gonna
bring those two back?

[ Chattering ]Yeah.

[ Barking ]

[ Barking ]

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

I think it's
opened up again.

Well, we put a good bit
of ground behind us.
Let's go over under those trees.

Okay.

Whoa.

[ Grunts ]
Here you are.

Sittin' around all cooped up
kind of took the starch
out of me.

[ Exhales ]

Let's have a look.

Here, dab it with that.

[ Dogs Barking
In Distance ]

Was that a dog? [ Barking Continues ]

Sure sounds like it.

Think we'll make it
all right?

Yeah. Buckman knows I've
been poking around up north.

That's where
he'll be looking. [ Barking Continues ]

We'll keep on this way
till nightfall, and tomorrow
we'll swing over to the west.

[ Barking Continues ]Listen to that old hound.

He's tollin' off a trail,
ain't he? [ All Dogs Barking ]

Hey, that's a pack.
Buckman ever say anything
about using dogs?

No. They're-- They're probably
just chasin' a rabbit
or somethin'.

[ Barking Continues ] [ Horses Approaching ]

It's them!
Let's go!

There they go!
Forget the dogs! Hah!

Whoa. Come on, Randy.
Hold on.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

I can't go on anymore.
You go on without me.

Come on down.
Come on. Come on down.

[ Horses Approaching ]

Come on out.

You haven't
got a chance.

Drop your gun belt.

Loomis, I thought
you were on our side.

Did you?

I'm on any side that will help
pull down Marshal Buckman.

Why, hello, Marshal.
Uh, brought your prisoners back.

Had to wait here
quite a good while.

Oh, had to put a new lock
on that back cell too.
Here's the key.

Thank you.

[ Door Closes ]

♪♪ [ Honky-tonk Piano ][ People Laughing ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Well, what'd he say?

Floyd?Yeah.

Just took the keys
and said "Thank you."

It's funny.
You can see a man every day,
year in and year out,

then all at once,
one day he looks different.

Floyd looks like
he shrunk four inches.

You know, I question--
I seriously question...

whether Floyd's
up to the job anymore.

Come on, Wade.
We've all built up Floyd
a good bit. Too much maybe.

I'm probably guilty
as anybody.

The first time
he slips up,

there's no need to do a complete
turn in the other direction
and condemn him altogether.

He's still a better man
than you're liable to find.

There's better.

You know, by keeping
Floyd Buckman as good
as he ever was,

or maybe a little bit better,

we might be fooling ourselves
that we're as good as we were.

We're getting old.

We are old.
And so is Floyd Buckman.

When I was fighting to make
this town quiet and safe,

you must have been
a kid somewhere,

never knowing about me,
me you.

And all those years,
you growing up...

just so's you could come here
and cause all this trouble.

I didn't mean to cause you
any trouble, Marshal.

The only thing I had...

was the respect and high regard
of the people I serve.

They felt better
just knowing I was here,

looking after 'em,
protecting 'em.

A little harsh and strict
sometimes,

but always fair and right.

They knew it.

I could tell the way
they looked at me.

But now-- Town council's
meeting tomorrow.

They're most likely
gonna take my job away
and give it to Loomis.

That's your doing.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, they doubt me now.

But the worst part is,

between the two of you,
you've made me doubt myself.

Marshal?

Floyd, I thought
I ought to come over
and tell you what's going on.

Well, half the council
is down there in the saloon
sayin' as how--

well, sayin' as how Loomis
made a fool out of us
with them dogs.

Made a fool out of me,
you mean.

Marshal, uh, folks over
at the hotel told me...

you got a fella locked up here
I'm lookin' to talk to.

Randy Benton? Why?

Uh, that fella right there.
It's kind of a private matter.

I ain't carryin' no iron.Floyd, what I have to say
is important.

I'll give you 10 minutes with
him. You can talk to him through
the bars right in that corridor.

Yes, sir.

Point is, Loomis is having
a field day at your expense.

Now you ought to get over there
and defend yourself.

[ Buckman, Gaynor Continue,
Indistinct ]You got the money?

I mean, you being
in jail like this,

it just don't seem reasonable
you'd have no hundred dollars
on ya.

I got it.

Well, let's have the feel
of some of it.

[ Kicking Boot Off ]

[ Buckman ]
Coby's comin' along.

I seen 'em. I seen 'em. They're
up at the old Potter shack.

How is it the posse
didn't find 'em?

- Swamp. Folks figure there
ain't no way in no more.
- But you got in.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
I was-- I was lookin'
to find me some ducks.

Well, the way you
get through the swamp,

you can ride your horse
if you want to,

you go due south
out of town.

Anyway, Floyd,
at the council meeting
tomorrow morning,

there'll be at least
one man on your side.

Thanks, George.
Good night.Night.

You want
the rest of this?Yes, sir.

You keep your mouth shut
about this and get out
of town right now.

Yes, sir, I'll do it.

Scat.Yes, sir.

Thank you kindly, Marshal.

[ Horse Departing ]

Buckman.

What did that fella want?
Or don't you want to tell me?

Yeah, I want to tell ya.

He came to collect
the reward money I offered...

for information about
the bank robbers.

What?You won't catch him now.

But it doesn't matter.

I know where they are.

Steeber and Shagrue?Mm-hmm.

Probably the money too.

Whatever doubts anybody's got,
including yourself,

they're the only two
that can settle 'em.

Where are they?

You'd like to catch 'em
single-handed, wouldn't you?

It could save my job.

Well, that's fine.
That's just fine.

But I'm goin' with ya.
Because, you see,

they can save
Randy's life too.

You know that
you can trust me.

You know that all
I wanted from the beginning
was to clear Randy.

All right.
I've got little enough to lose.

Whoa.
Off over there--
that light.

Ah, you go chasin' off
over there if you want,

but you'll wind up
neck-deep in a swamp.

That's not the Potter place.
It's fox fire.

Gone chasin' after it myself
many a time.

Whatever it is, you can
only see it from a distance.

Get up close,
there's nothing there.

Up this way.

I think that's Steeber
the way Cole described him.

You follow my lead,
understand?

Now, while they're separated.
Never get a better time.

Steeber!
This is the marshal!

[ Gunshot ]

I goin' in.
You cover me.

[ Sighs ]
There's, uh, no more
runnin' left in me.

The other one's still alive.
I'll cover you. [ Gunshot ]

All right.

Are they both dead?This one isn't.

Shagrue, when you
robbed that bank,

a young kid got me
to open the door.

Did you come in behind him?

Did I leave that door
unbolted?

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

Get the doctor!

Well, good work, Floyd.

Ha. You don't have to worry
when Marshal Buckman's around.
No, sir.

[ Coby ]
Hello, Marshal.

Come on. Give me a hand.[ Crowd Chattering ]

[ Gaynor ] Well, now what
do you think of him, huh?
Didn't I tell ya?

You're right.
Floyd, I own up to it.
I had my doubts.

But I take my hat
off to you.

Yes, sir.
Now let's see Loomis
make trouble.

Floyd, anything I've said
about you, I apologize.
You're the greatest.

And this clinches it.
You got to go east
with me now.

We'll hold up the hangin'
a day or two
so's you can see it.

There'll be no hangin'.

Listen.

The boy's innocent.

I recognized the man's voice
out there afore he died.

Shagrue-- that's the voice
I heard in the bank.

The boy's right.

I didn't bolt the door.

Shagrue's the one
laid me out,

not Randy.

[ Exhales ]

Everything that's happened,

it's my fault.

You didn't have
to say that, Floyd.
Nobody would have known.

I would have known.

What I think about myself--

my respect, my opinion--

that's all that counts.

Everything else
is no more than fox fire...

dancin' in the distance.

No charge, sir.
Orders of the town council.

Here, I'll take those.

[ Door Opens ]

I just wanted to see you
before you left and,

well, tell you how badly
everyone feels about
what happened.

I know apologies
don't mean much, but--That's all right.

I see, uh, Loomis lost out.

Yeah.
Marshal Buckman sent a note
to the town council resigning...

and recommending me
for the job.

After last night,
he's a bigger hero
than ever to them.

So they voted me the job
and him a pension, unanimously.

Well, that's fine.

That, uh, mistake about Randy--
it was an honest one.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]I believe it.

Everything's set, sir.

Well, good luck.

Same to you.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Honest mistake or not, I still
think Marshal Buckman was awful
darn stubborn and prideful.

Well, Randy,
you see him one way,
and the town sees him another.

But like he said
last night,

the only thing that matters
is a man's opinion of himself.

[ Hammering ]

[ Hammering Continues ]

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