All language subtitles for S04E30 - The Mark of a Man

[ theme music playing ]

[ piano playing ]

[ people chattering ]

And what would you
be doing in town
on a Saturday night?

Well, I've got a book
that's overdue at the library,
and Trampas here is going to

a temperance lecture
down at the Odd Fellows Hall.

How's that?

I was telling Georgia
all about your crusade.Didn't know it showed.

[ chuckles ]
It's none of
my business, right?

Day and night worker
for temperance,
Trampas is.

Always looking
for disciples.

If you'll help me clear
the floor, we'll get on
with the meeting.

Hiya, Charlie!

Bad place to stargaze
on Saturday night,

unless you're
a doormat.

You hit it.Huh?

All my life.

What's chewing
on him?

Nothing we can fix.

Let's go.

Good evening.

It's a nice
evening, huh?

[ glass shatters ]

[ all clamoring ]

I'll get some buckets!

Feisty little varmint.
What do you figure
got into him?

I don't know.

He's gonna need a doctor.
Give me a hand with him.

What'd you hit
him with, anyway?

Banged his head
on a wagon.

Concussion.
No kidding about that.

He'll want watching
all night long.

Fire's all out.

That boy puts his mind
to a thing, he can
do it up brown. How is he?

The Virginian here

might've hit him
with something smaller
than a wagon.

Well, the object was,
I expect, Doc,

was to keep the boy
from burning
down the town.

What was it
all about, anyway?

Tolliver fired him
is all I know.

What for?I wouldn't know.

If that's what it was,
seems to me like he'd
take it out on the saloon,

not the whole town.

Scrappy little rascal.

Well, right now
he's just a boy

with a man-sized
concussion.

He'll need a place
to bunk tonight.

Well, if we
go by the rules,
I hold him here.

Out of the question.

I got a cell at
the end of the line

with a pretty good
cot in it, Doc--
I slept on it.

You throw him in
with a crowd of
Saturday night drunks,

and he's liable
not to be with us
in the morning.

You want to take
responsibility for that?

Only a suggestion.

I'd put him up
at my place if I...

had any guarantee that
I'd be there myself.

What about Shiloh?

You'd take him?

I kind of feel
responsible.

Shiloh would be fine.

I could look in on him
easy enough there.

How about bail?

May as well bust
all the rules at once.

You'd better figure
on keeping him for
three or four days.

This is a pretty
sick kid.

MAN:
Find what you want?

Shakespeare.

[ chuckles ]
Funny kind of kid.

"Funny"?

Well, I mean you
don't expect to find
a saloon swamper

curled up with
"King Lear."

Ned Buntline,
maybe.

Is that why
you fired him?

Now, look.

How long had he
been working here?

About a year.

Ever have any
trouble with him?

I mean, before tonight.

No. Almost never.

He did his work, kept
his hands off the girls,
stayed sober.

But you fired him.
Told him he had to
get out tonight.

I guess I've got
that right.

Why?

I gave the kid all
the money he had coming

and threw in
$20 besides.

I don't see as I've got
any apologies to make.

No one's asking you
to apologize.

I did that kid
a big favor

by giving him a job
in the first place.

He dragged into town
last summer

scrawny as an orphan calf,

bare to the four winds,
broke, hungry.

Why'd he pick Medicine Bow?

Oh, that's easy.
His Aunt Emily.

Oh, you wouldn't know her
by that name.

WOMAN:
You might try her
as Lily Duvall.

Lily.

Miss Duvall.

Aunt Emily.

Say, they told me
Johnny'd been hurt.

He's over at Ryker's
office right now.

Well, can I talk to him?

Not for a while.
Sit down.

What in the world
got into him?

I was hoping you
could tell me that.

I-I don't know
nothing, mister.

I haven't seen him
since the first day
he got to town.

He got a family?

Well, you're...
you're looking at it.

You see, uh,
his mother was
my sister,

and his father, he was
a carnie drifter back East,

and he got into some kind
of a shooting scrape,

and he killed
this politician, see,
and they hung him for it.

And then his mother,
she drank herself to death

when the kid was
just 14 years old.

After that, I don't know
what happened to him.

I tried to find him.
I heard he was knocking around

somewhere in New Mexico
or someplace.

And then all of a sudden,
one night last summer,

one Saturday night,
it was,

the bell rings
and I come on down and...

there's the kid.
I didn't even know him.

Well, he just
stood there

looking at me
for a long time,

and finally he said,

"Aunt Emily"?

And, well, I knew,
of course, who it was,

and I said, "Well, yeah,
I'm Aunt Emily.

Why don't you
come on inside?"

But he...
But he didn't.
He, uh...

He just picked up
his bags

and he walked off
into the night.

That's all there was
to that.

Oh, I understand it.

I...

Well, actually,
I just thought
maybe tonight

he might need some money
or something, you know?

What he needs
is a place to stay.

Well, why don't
you take this money
and get him a hotel room?

He don't need to know
where it came from.

Well, I'll let you know
if he needs any money.

As a matter of fact,
Tolliver gave him some
when he let him go tonight.

Now, you listen to me.
This is perfectly good money.

It's as good as
yours or Tolliver's.

I know that.
I know how you feel.

In a pig's eye, you do.

You know,
he's an awful good kid.

I don't know where
it come from, but he is.

If they'll just
give him a chance.

That's all he needs.

Some sun to grow

and a little bit
of sky to fly in.

Oley?

How do you spell
your last name?
With an "O" or an "E"?

Oley? I got to fill out
this complaint now.

You Swede or Norwegian?

"Olson" or "Olsen"?

Oh, probably can't
spell it himself.

Yeah, you run into
all kinds.

Like Big Charlie Hennessey.
I ever tell you
about Big Charlie?

MAN:
O-L-S-I-N.

You see? He can't
spell it himself.

You could always tell
when Big Charlie Hennessey

took up residence.

You know, he could've been
the greatest stagecoach robber

ever lived.

Knock off a bank
every other week
regular as clockwork.

Every other week.

Thing about him,

he'd dump the money out
and run off with the box.

When we finally caught up
with him, he had boxes
piled up in his shack

clean up to the rafters.

He just had
an unquenchable thirst
for Wells Fargo boxes.

[ door opens ]

I was just telling him
about Charlie Hennessey.

What become of him?

Oh, he did his time.

And when he come out--
You won't believe this,
but when he come out,

the Wells Fargo company
put him to making boxes.

Last I heard,
he was happy as a clam.

He's pulling your leg.

No, that's
the plain truth,
so help me.

How's your head?

Rattles some.

Shouldn't have tried
to bust up that wagon.

You know, Big Charlie Hennessey
has got nothing on you, boy.

I can figure him out
easier than I can
a kid who tries to

burn up a perfectly
peaceable town.

My business.

Not entirely.

Seems to me
there was a storekeeper

or two involved,
not to mention myself

as sheriff
and the circuit judge
when he passes through here.

What do you want
me to say?

For a start, you might
say you're sorry.

And after that,
you might try working on

a couple of logical reasons
for doing what you did.

You see, the truth is,
I want to look good in front
of the judge when he comes here.

I want to make him think
I've got a ferocious
criminal here,

not a kid who likes
to bust out windows
and burn up buildings.

I reckon that's
pretty much what you've got.

You know, you're facing
a $50 fine and who knows
how much more in damages,

plus whatever else the judge
wants to make of it.

Talked to your
Aunt Emily tonight.

I wouldn't be
too hard on her.

She offered to
give you some money.I don't need hers.

Where I'm sitting,
it looks like you need
all the help you can get.

And what I don't
need most of all is
somebody sitting over me

offering me
their good advice!

Change your mind?About what?

Taking him back to Shiloh.Doc says he can't stay here.

That's not your worry.

I gave him the concussion.

Yeah. He might've
come off worse with
some of the others.

When does he stand trial?

Circuit court sits
in two weeks.

Fifty dollars,
maybe a hundred
dollars in fines.

Maybe twice that
in damages.

Could go as high
as double that.

He runs off,
you're standing bond.

You're stuck.

Wouldn't be the first time,

and it won't be the last.

I'd like to talk to him.
Hire me a buggy, will you?

Head still rattle?

Some.

You're, uh...

You're just full
of prattle tonight,
aren't you?

What would you like?
Marc Antony's
funeral oration?

Sassy too.

You had no call to
do this, you know.

I'm sitting here
asking myself why.

You're gonna get
chewed out, I expect, for
taking me home with you.

Naturally.So what are you
doing it for?

My conscience would bother me,
throwing you in with a bunch
of Saturday night drunks.

I've done it a time or two.

Where?

What you got against
Medicine Bow anyway?

Got to pressing in on me.What?

Miss Jennifer,
this is--Johnny!

Johnny, this is
Miss Jennifer Sommers.

Jenny.

Sit down right there.

Johnny got himself a whack
on the head tonight.

Take some watching.
He's got a concussion.

Here, let me.

What happened?

Well, it isn't near
as bad as it looks.

Doc just thinks
he ought to have someone
keeping an eye on him.

Put your head back.

I'll be sitting up
with him for a while.

Well, it looks to me
like what's needed
is a woman's touch.

Let me stay with him.

Jenny, I don't know.

I hate to put you to
all this trouble, Jenny.

For a fellow who hates it,
you're sure doing
a good job of it.

How'd you get
the whack on your head?

He, uh, hit me.

It's a long story.

Well, you'd better spare me
the gruesome details.

You sure you want to
take care of him?

Don't worry. If I need
any help, I'll holler.

Johnny,

if you don't
like this place,
don't burn it down.

Just tell us what's wrong,
and we'll try to fix it.

What does he mean,
"Don't burn it down"?

That's, uh, part of
the gruesome details.

Oh.

I-I expect you know about me.

I expect I do.

I don't expect
she told you everything.

We don't keep secrets.

None at all?

None.

Well, some things
she wouldn't tell you.

Yes, she would.

Jenny, what am I gonna do?

I don't know, Johnny.

There's got to be a way.
There's just got to be a way.

Well, the first thing
for you to do is to heal up.

Get some rest.

Plenty of time to think about
what to do in the morning.

Thanks, Jenny.

More coffee?

Thirteen years
to build. My!

1,595 feet long.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.What is?

That new bridge
in Brooklyn.

Don't look like
you much care.

Where's Susan?

Upstairs.

Isn't it about time
she came down for breakfast?

Oh, I reckon she's
waiting for you to leave.

Tell her I want
her down now.

Things too peaceable for you?

Please, Mother.

I have a right to expect
some sense out of you.
You're a grown-up woman.

So is Susan.

That is open to question.

She has a notion
she's going to go with him
to the Founders' Day dance,

flaunt him in front
of the whole town.

Well, she'd better...

Oh, I'll get you
some breakfast, honey.

No, thank you.
Coffee's just fine.

You ain't eating enough
to hold you down in
a four-mile wind.

I want to talk to you.

I know what
you're gonna say.

Well, let me
say it anyway.
Please?

Daddy, I don't want to talk
about Johnny this morning.

I don't want to
talk about him either.

I want to talk about us.

Thing is, it keeps
getting harder and harder

for you and me to
talk about anything.

I guess it does.

You wake up
one morning and find

your little girl has grown up
into a young lady.

You're on the outside
looking in.

Trying to climb over a wall
or bust a hole through it.

I don't mean to be a trial.

What's happened
to us, Sue?

We don't talk anymore.

We just yammer and snap
at each other,

but we don't talk.

Because it's hopeless,
that's why.

I've tried to tell you
about Johnny!

I've tried to tell you
how much I love him!

You don't know
what love is.

At your age, you ought
to be back in school.

How can you be so sure?

I don't know how to
answer that question.

But one thing I know--
I've been there myself.

Part of being young is
falling in love forever.

Well, couldn't it be true?
Just accidentally?

Oh, Susan.

Is it so impossible?
Well, is it?

I'm trying to think
how your mother would've
answered that question.

One of the last things
I promised her was that this
would not happen to you.

But it did, didn't it?

Oh, I want in the worst way
to tell you about it,

but I don't know how!

Come in, come in, young man.
Glad you could make it.

Sit down.Thanks.

[ chuckles ]

Two signs of bad luck:
a black cat and
a cheerful sheriff.

I don't know
which is worse.The sheriff, sheriff.

What have we got?I have a revised
estimate of the damages.

In the light of day,
it revised upward.

Looks bad for
the kid, huh?

Yeah, or the man
standing bond for him.

And there's more.

Year before last, uh,

there was a bank robbery
in Rock Springs.

There were three of 'em.
$700 haul.

They caught two of the kids,
and a third got away
and headed up this way.

Do you think it was Johnny?

Well, it could be.

He'd have been 17
at the time.

I don't think so.

Why?

I don't think
he's that stupid.

It wasn't exactly a smart thing
he did last night, was it?

Breaking windows
isn't robbing a bank.

Yeah, well,
it's your money.

You're so right.

Hurt?

No.

I can't understand it.

If it was me whacked that wagon,
I'd be an accomplished
harpist by now.

Or a coal shoveler.
I don't know which.

You seem to be
as good as new.

This kind of thing ever
happen to you before?

Are you asking me
if I'm sane, Doc?

Are you?

I'm sane as you.

That ain't saying much.

But it does for me.

Any reason why
I can't get up?

Well, there
ought to be,
but there ain't.

You can go right back
to burning up the town,

for all the harm
it's done you.

Now, wait. I ain't
suggesting that you
go right out and do this.

Look, is there
any reason why
I can't ride a horse?

Well, no medical reason,
if that's what you mean.

That's what I mean.

Johnny?

Johnny?

In here.

He wanted to work off
his room and board.
All right?

Dandy.

With old Nero,

it wasn't so much the fire
as it was the fiddling.

Oh, he done a fair job
with the burning part,

but his "E" string
was out of tune

and the high notes
like to drove
the firemen crazy.

'Course, there's been
a world of improvement
in the fiddle since then,

what with the...
the "Stradihoovius"
and all,

and some modern touches
to burning down a town.

Why, with
an oil lantern...

Poof!

You don't have
to be an emperor
no more, neither.

Any man that applies
hisself can be an expert
in no time at all.

Leave me alone.

Look, I don't ask
for nothing.

Just let me do my job.

Talk all you want.

I got it coming.

Just let me do my job.

Here. Let me spell you
for a while.

[ whistling ]

What are you looking at?

[ whistling continues ]

[ coyote howls ]

Coyote.What's he say?

[ howling continues ]

He's not talking.

He's singing.

They do that
at this time of year.

Happy?

Mm-hmm.

It's a fine time
of year for coyotes.

Warm nights,

big moon to hunt in,

plenty of jackrabbits

and prairie dogs.

Batch of frolic-y
little cubs to
tussle with.

[ chuckles ]

I'm happy too.

I love you so much.

Mm. Should've had
better sense.

Johnny? What are
we gonna do?

It's not your
responsibility.
It's mine.

Just let me
work at it.

Someday I'm gonna
drive up in a buggy

with a bouquet
in my hand, and I'm
gonna knock at your door.

You're gonna come out
and take my arm,

and we're gonna go dancing
for the whole town to see.

[ buggy approaching ]

Sue?

The meeting just broke up.
We'd better hurry.

Thanks.

[ knocking ]

Mr. McDevitt.Where is he?

Who?Johnny Younce.

I've been told
he's staying here.

He's upstairs.

He's asleep,
Mr. McDevitt.

He had a bad day
yesterday, and I think
he overdid it today.

Then give him this
message for me.

Tell him if he tries
to see my daughter,
I'll have him horse-whipped.

And if that doesn't stop him,
I'll put a bullet in him.

Of all the girls in town,
Susie McDevitt.

A saloon swamper
and Eben McDevitt's daughter.

You don't understand.

I reckon that's why
you lost your job
in the saloon.

A little pressure
from McDevitt
on Tolliver.

He's got you beat
two ways, you know.

He's the biggest
man in town

and he's a father.

Isn't a father made
can think clearly where
his daughter's concerned.

The most likely
young man in town

would have his troubles
with Eben,

much less...Lily Duvall's kith and kin?

May as well face up to it.

If I had my choice of
who I was gonna court...

Who says I got a choice?

There are 117 other
pretty girls in this town.

Don't make no difference.

That's the burr
under the saddle, you see?
I got no choice.

She's mine and I'm hers,
and that's all there is to it.

Son, I want you to realize
that was not just talk
last night.

You push McDevitt
too far, he'll...
Where are you going?

Into town...

to look at
store windows.

Johnny?

Hello.

Well, how you doing?Fine.

Just fine.

Listen, now, if there's
anything at all I can
do for you...

No, but...

thanks anyway.

Morning.

I, uh... I see
you got a new window.

I just put it in.

There's a big, fat rock
by the hitching post.

Well, what are
you waiting for?

Uh, please, Jake--

Don't "Jake" me, sonny.
And you'd better run along

before I lose
what little patience
I have left.

Maybe you didn't
understand.

I've come to say
I'm sorry, Jake.

Thank you very much.
It's nice to know you're sorry.

Now that makes two of us
that are sorry.

So the subject is closed,
and go about your business.

The subject ain't closed, Jake.
That's what I come about.

So what's on your mind?

This is for the window.

Tolliver gave it to me
to get out of town.

I hope it's enough.

You know, you're
full of surprises.
You've got a conscience.

I've done some crazy
things in my life,

but this one...
takes the prize,
I guess.

Nobody's giving out
any prizes.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Wait a minute.

How about some lunch?
Come on and eat with me.

Look, I didn't mean--I know you didn't mean to.

I've got some roast beef
and some fresh bread.

There's water in the pot
boiling for tea.

I've got some cookies
that I made myself.

Is that so bad?That sounds fine.

Sit down. I could
use the company.

You know, young man,

it was an inspiration
you picked my window
to smash.

I've got a lot of
first-hand experience

with busted windows
in the old country.

You could've
picked a Swede

or even a Polack
and gotten
yourself killed.

But you had the good sense
to pick me.

I learned long ago to
live with busted windows.

They used to help us
celebrate Rosh Hashanah--

that's our new year--
by busting our windows.

Slice the bread.

You know, it got so
we used to miss it

when they didn't come by
with rocks on Rosh Hashanah.

Not just on the edge
of the ghetto, either.

Smack in the middle
sometimes.

You don't think
I did it because of...

I didn't know
what to think.

Most of the people around here
have left that behind.

But once in a while
you run into
an outstanding exception.

Now we'll have
some meat.

[ speaking Hebrew ]

That's a Jewish motzi.
We say it at mealtimes.

Now, let's have some meat.

It was that sign.

Huh?

"Clothes make the man."

I used to

stop outside your store

and stare at that suit
you've got in the window.

Picture myself in it.

How different I'd feel
in a suit like that

with a white shirt
and a nice necktie.

Like I could
just, uh,

shuck off what I was

and become
something else.

Walk down the street proud

and...

know that I belonged.

I was going to, uh,

save my money and, uh,

buy a suit like that.

Well,

you can't change what you are
with a suit of clothes.

And I finally
realized that...

I am what I'm always
gonna be...

forever.

I know what you mean.

No, Jake, you...
you don't know.

Look, boy, you're talking
to an experienced outcast.

You're an amateur.
You've got to laugh.

You're lost if you
forget how to laugh.

You've got to laugh, you've got
to keep the faith, you've got
to make the best of things.

I tried that, Jake.

It's just that the other night,
I just got tired of being--

I know. I know.

I learned the tailoring trade
when I was a young man,

before I became a rabbi.

You're a rabbi?

You see, I'm a shepherd
looking for a flock.

And I'll tell you something--
Sheep are scarce in this country

but Jews are even scarcer.

[ laughing ]

That's the idea.

You've got to learn
how to laugh.

You don't think clothes
make the man, huh?

[ chuckles ]
Nope.

Well, if you're right,

then I'm out of business
tomorrow.

You don't change
what you are inside
with a suit.

It just makes it
look better.

What do you think
you are inside?

Does it matter?

I think so.

What you believe
you are, really--

that's what you are
in the eyes of God.

Now go in the shop

and pick out the cloth,
and I'm gonna make you
that suit.

Now, go on.
I mean it.

Hurry before
I change my mind.

[ chuckles ]

Oh, just set them down
inside, please.

Susan, come on.
I've got a lot
to tell you.

That's fine.

All right, gentlemen.
All right.

What am I offered for
this delicious box supper?

You, cowboy, you with
the leather vest on,
what do you say?

You elected?

Well, I guess
it goes with my job.

I'd like to talk
to you, Sheriff.

It's about the boy.

I want him out
of town by tomorrow.

Well, that may be
a little difficult,
Mr. McDevitt.

You see, he's in
technical custody,

and he's waiting for
the circuit judge.

I'll pay his fine
and all his damages.

Why don't you talk directly
to him, Mr. McDevitt?

It's a waste of time.

I tried to talk some sense
into him, man to man.

Made him a proposition.
Tried to be fair to him.

What kind of a proposition?

I offered to pay his fare
anyplace he wanted to go,

and his keep for three months
after he'd got there.

He turned his back
on me and walked out.

So you put the screws
on Tolliver.

Now, look, Sheriff,

I don't like to
work that way.

I'll face up to a man
and tell him where
I stand straight off.

But this boy
gave me no choice.

Now it's going to be
your job.

Put that boy
on the next stage out
of town tomorrow, or--

Or what?

This boy wasn't
swamping out saloons

before he came here.

You can check with
the Pinkerton man
down in Denver.

They have a file
on a kid-- could be him.

You think
he's on the run?

That's my guess.

I can push it
if I have to.

I hope I don't.

He's really
after that boy.

Nine out of ten young men
can't wear a suit
of clothes today.

It's the truth.

You're not a turtle.
The collar fits snug.

So...

Come in, come in.
Turn around.
Show him the back.

What do you think?

It's fine, fine.

Make yourself
at home.

We've got to hustle
if we're gonna finish it
before the dance.

JAKE:
My brother Benjamin
and his bride

in the old country.

I performed
the ceremony.

And that wedding was
something to remember.

All the relatives
and friends.

Must've been
a hundred there.

Such a feast.

Such eating you never saw.

And afterwards, the sher.

[ humming dance music ]

Wait,
wait a minute.

Johnny, I don't want you
to waste your money.

What money?

No point his buying a suit
if he doesn't have
a place to wear it,

and you haven't.

He's not buying it.
It's a gift from me.

That's very nice of you,
but it doesn't matter.

He's still crazy
if he goes to that dance.

I'll worry about that.

You might have a nice,
quiet place to do
your worrying in too--

the territorial prison.

Prison?Rock Springs, Johnny.

I-I don't know
nothing about--

Look, I don't want to argue
with you about it now.

Three young men and a bank
and a $700 haul.

It'll stay just
the way it is

unless you push McDevitt
over the line.

If you feel like
fighting him, you might
wind up with five years.

Well,

I told you once,

I don't have a choice.

[ door shuts ]

[ dance music playing ]

Who's that dancing
with Susan?

Will Rountree.

He's a clerk in
Mr. McDevitt's office.

I'll get us some punch.

That's it.
The red one.

RYKER:
Seventy-five cents
for this beautiful,

beautiful
box supper.

Now, anybody want to bid
a dollar, gentlemen?

Just one dollar?
No?

All right, 75 cents,
75 cents going once,

75 cents going twice...

Seventy-five!
Sold to George Allenby

for 75 cents!

Give him a hand.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, wait, wait, wait.
Who did he get?
Who did George get?

There she is!

All right,
what have we here?
Mm-hmm.

Mm! Yeah.

Oh![ crowd laughs ]

There are no clues
on the outside
here, gentlemen.

No clues at all, but I have
a feeling about this
particular box supper.

I have a feeling that
this was put together

by the best cook
in all of Medicine Bow.

Yes, also the prettiest.
Look at the care
and attention

this young lady gave
to this beautiful package.

And it sounds delicious.
Oh, mm.

Do I hear a bid?
Do I hear a bid?

Seventy-five cents
for the sumptuous feast

inside this
gorgeous receptacle?

Do I hear a bid?
Gentlemen, who's gonna
start the bidding?

One dollar.

Ooh. "One dollar"
says Will Rountree.

One dollar.One dollar and 25.

RYKER:
A dollar
and a quarter.

A dollar 50.

One-fifty.One dollar and 75.

RYKER:
Dollar, six bits.Will!

Dollar, six bits
going once...Two dollars.

Two dollars!
Two dollars,
two dollars.

Two dollars.
Two dollars,
going once.

Two dollars.
Two dollars going once.

Two dollars
going twice.

Two dollars going twice...

Uh, Two-fifty.

Three dollars.

Four dollars.

Will, please!

Four-fifty.

Five dollars!

Twenty dollars.

[ people clamoring ]

How could you?

Sue!
Sue, honey!

It's no use!
It's no use!

Susan?

Why did you
do it?

Because somebody has to
stop you from making
a public fool of yourself.

Up to this point I've tried
to reason with you,
but you won't listen.

Now I'm telling you.

You're never to see that
boy again. You're never to
mention his name again.

No!

And you're not to
step out of this house
without my permission!

[ door shuts ]

Bandy cock!

Nineteen years old

and still swamping saloons.

Well, as I recall,
you hadn't cut much of
a furrow in the wheat

when you was 19.

He has a good head
and a strong back.

That's all most young men
have for a start.

Now, Mother,

I can't fight
my own family
and the boy too.

Then why fight him?

Because he's trash.

Is he?

Maybe that's why
I feel for him.

I was the trashy half
of my marriage too.

Mother, please.

Eben, I never told you,

but my father,
your grandfather,

died with his lungs shot full
of coal dust before he was 40.

Your father's family
blew sky high when
he brought me home.

There was threats
and yells

and hysterics
all over the place.

You know what kind
of a marriage it was.

There ain't a night I don't
go to bed remembering him.

I'm sorry, Eben,
but I think it's time

you started
remembering him too.

Whoa.

Mr. McDevitt,
I'd like to speak
to you about something--

If it's about
that boy--It is.

I'm afraid
we've pretty well
exhausted the subject.

If you don't mind.

You're holding his life
in your hands.

I think you're too big
a man for that.

What happens with
Johnny Younce is
between him and me.

I've got a stake
in him now.

Well, hurrah for you.

His Aunt Emily said
something the other night--

"Give him a piece of sky,
and he'll fly."

That boy's never had
a nickel's worth
of sky in his life.

He's done everything
he knows how to pull
himself up by his bootstraps.

Taught himself
business arithmetic
and Shakespeare

in that grubby little hole
in the cellar of the saloon...

Well, hurrah
for him too.

I'll pay for his schooling
if he wants it,

I'll pay his fines
and I'll make good
on the damages.

All I want is for him
to stop seeing my daughter.

And what if he can't?

No sky.

If Johnny--

He was 17!

Seventeen-year-old kid's
got no sense.

I'm glad you said that.

That's just what I've been
telling my 17-year-old girl.

Did you see her?Yes.

Did you give her
the letter?Yes.

Johnny, what are you
going to do?

How'd she look?

Bad.
Like the end
of the world.

Johnny...

Johnny, don't do
anything foolish.

[ footsteps ]

[ knock at door ]

Well, what
do you want?

I decided to take
your advice.

I can't fight you
no more.

I'm leaving.

Let's talk
about it tomorrow.No. Right now.

I hope you're not going
to do anything foolish.

And I hope
you ain't either.

I'm through talking.

I'm ready
to move now.
Turn around.

Which one is
to your office?

What do you got
in mind?

Money.

All right.

Now, let's
take a walk.

What's that for?

Well, I'm gonna be
moving pretty fast.

When you make
your living robbing banks,

you, uh, learn
a trick or two.

Now, go into that alley.

When we get in there,
you drop your hands.

And you don't make
a sound, you understand?

All right.
Now, go on.

The safe.

$1,200, more or less.

That's all I have
in the office.

That's a thousand dollars
more than I need.

Two hundred dollars.Two hundred dollars?

Count it out.

Put the rest
back in the safe.

What kind of
a bank robber
are you?

Here's my note.

Uh, $200,

three years,
six percent.

The book I got says
that's the way it's done.

I would've taken my business
down to the local bank,

but I'm short
on collateral.

Oh.

Here's something
else for you.

Apprentice papers.

Service two years
to a blacksmith

down in Santa Fe
before I run off.

That's what I had
on my conscience
when I come here.

I reckon that man would
like to have me back.

Be pretty hard for me
to stick up a bank
in Rock Springs

when I was grinding out
a forge bellow in Santa Fe.

Now you get in
that closet over here.

Thanks for everything.

We'll write you
directly.

"We"?

I'm taking Susan
with me.

McDEVITT:
Leave her alone!

Stay away from
my daughter!

[ shot fires ]

[ clicking ]

Get him!
He robbed me!

I'll pay a thousand dollars
to the man who brings him in!

Straight up
or flat on his back!

The boy robbed me.

I'm offering
a thousand dollars
for Johnny Younce,

dead or alive.

You could've made it a lot
cleaner, Eben, by putting
a bullet in him yourself.

I tried.

The boy held me up
at gunpoint. Took
money from the safe.

A man is robbed, Eben,
he comes to the sheriff.

He doesn't turn a mob
of kill-crazy men
loose in a town here.

The boy's got it coming.

Oh, he does? All right.
Then let's put this
in the record too.

If that boy's
brought in dead,

you'll answer to me.

What happened?Shot. In the leg.

Get back inside.

Let me help you.No. Best not to get down.
I might not get up.

How bad is it?It's bleeding some,
but I can ride.

What happened?I got the money,
but I made a mess of it.

[ hoof beats ]Shh!

We got to get out of here.
The whole town will be
after us.

Johnny!

I can't make it.
That's all there is to it.

Oh, Johnny.

Go home, Sue.

They'll come for me.
You might get hurt.

No, I'm staying.It's no good, Sue.

Come sunup, all they
have to do is follow
the bloodstains.

[ hoof beats ]

What time is it?

It's almost 2:00.

Only one place to go.
Help me.

You can't move.I've got to!

She'll be down
in a minute.

[ door shuts ]

It's about Johnny,
isn't it?

He held up McDevitt
at gunpoint.

Took some money
from his safe.

Did he get hurt?

We don't know.

There was some shooting,
and there may be more.

The sheriff here
thinks you can stop it.

He's holed up somewhere.
I think you may know where.

McDevitt has put a price
of a thousand dollars
on his head,

dead or alive.

Johnny's best chance is
if we get to him first.

Jennifer, if you
know where he is,
you'd better tell us.

I'll get dressed.

Johnny?Over here.

He's been here.

He's lost
a lot of blood.

Can't have gone far.

Yeah, but where?

[ knock at door ]

Johnny!
What-What happened?

He got shot
in the leg.

Sit down.
Easy, now.

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

I'll get something
to bind it.
Stay right there.

[ groaning ]

I'll bind it until
we can get the doctor.

No. No getting
the doctor.

Johnny!

What is it?
What did you do?

We-We were gonna
run away tonight.

I messed it up.

Nothing much
we can do now.

In a couple hours,
it'll be over, I expect.

They'll come for us,
and that'll be that.

Jake, do something
for us.

Anything.

Marry us.

JOHNNY: No!Johnny...

I don't want to
leave you a widow!

You're not gonna die!

Well, maybe, but...
there's time.

There's no time.

I want your name.

He'll need your name.

Susan!

Susan's gone.

"Gone"?
What do you mean, "gone"?

Where I come from,
"gone" means only one thing.

Well, where'd she go?With her man.

"Man"-- Don't you ever
use that word again.

Sit down, Eben.I want to know
where they went!

I don't know,
and if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.

I got something else
I want to get off my chest.
Now, sit down!

All right.
I'm through talking.

Well, I ain't.
I'm just beginning.

And you're gonna hear
what I have to tell you,
Eben McDevitt.

Now, sit down!

Susan told me something
before she left here tonight.

That's why I let her go.

She said she couldn't
talk to you.

There was no way
of punching a hole
in that-that

wall of yours,
so she talked to me.

If it's about that kid...

I wouldn't call him
a kid.

Eben McDevitt,
I don't know how
you measure a man,

but in my poor old
ignorant mind,

a boy cuts off
and a man begins

when he understands
his responsibilities,

when he takes 'em upon
his shoulders without
whimpering or whining

and without any thought
of running out.

When he does that,
and takes on a whole town full

of stupid louts who want to
wipe their boots on him,

and takes on you
with all you've
got back of you,

when he does that
and doesn't back down,

then to my way of thinking,
he's a man.

Susan saw it.

She saw something
glowing in that boy,

and that, I expect, is why
she gave herself to him.

And he saw
something in her

that he was willing to
fight the whole town to keep

and to... to love

and to protect
and to cherish.

And that's why he took
what she had to give.

Now, don't ask whether
it was right or wrong

or how it happened--
it did, and that's enough.

There's no
backing down now.

The point is,

they're a family.

Or they will be,

God and Eben McDevitt willing.

Mr. McGill!

Reverend!
Mr. McGill!

Wake up! Please!

Mr. McGill!

[ reading aloud ]

[ footsteps ]

Have you found them?

"Them"?
What do you mean, "them"?

Susan's with him.
You've got to find them.

He's been hit.
He can't go far.

By my bullet.
God help me.

A gang of un-deputized
riders out beating
the bushes for him.

So help me, McDevitt,
he comes in dead, I'm gonna
charge you with murder.

It's worse than murder.

He... Susan...

Come on.

I got an idea
where they are.

JAKE:
Blessed are you,
O Lord our God,

who has made us holy
through your commandments.

Blessed are you,
O Lord our God,

who makes your people
Israel holy

through this rite

and this sacred
bond of marriage.

"Behold, you are made
holy unto me."
Say it.

"Behold,

you are made holy
unto me."

JAKE:
"According to the law
of Moses and of Israel."

"According to the laws

of Moses and of Israel."

JAKE:
Blessed are you,
O Lord,

king of all the world,
who brings to life

joy and gladness,

bridegroom and bride,

love, brotherhood,

peace and good fellowship.

Blessed are you,
O Lord,

who makes the bridegroom
joyful with his bride.

Break it.

Stomp on it.

We remember the happy times
and the sad ones too.

This symbolizes

the destruction
of the Temple.

Now...
[ speaking Hebrew ]

In the eyes of many,
what these two children--

and they are children--

what these two
have done is wrong.

Their sins were done

in the name of...
of love.

But there is no excuse
for disobedience,

for the breaking
of the laws.

It is not for
those of us

who love them
to judge them.

It is for us to
understand them

and to forgive them.

May God look with favor

upon this union
and give it peace.

So, I pronounce you

husband and wife.

[ chuckles ]
It isn't legal

because I'm not
a practicing rabbi

and I haven't
found my flock,

but in the eyes of God...

Susan...

I want to...

Stupid.

Blind stupid.

Everything's going to
be all right, son.

You'll see.

I'll make it up to you.

You just did.

I'll get the doctor.

I got meat and fish
and fresh fruit
and a homemade cake.

We've got the feast.

All we need is
the music to the sher.

[ humming dance music ]

Hey!
[ humming continues ]

[ theme music playing ]