All language subtitles for S06E09 - A Bad Place to Die

[ theme music playing ]

♪♪

It's hot.

Nothing yet,
Mr. Standish

It's been over
an hour already.

Think it'll take
much longer?

I can only hope so.

And what does
that mean?

Take it easy,
Stacey.

It means that
my learned colleague

has a nice, clear,

cut-and-dried case.

The kind of case where

the jury just
pops out,

takes a vote,
comes back in
half an hour

and says,
"Guilty as charged."

But, when they
stay out longer

in a case
of this kind,

it could mean that they're
getting to the stage where

where they think it's not
so cut and dried after all.

♪♪

The defendant will rise
and face the bench.

The jury has
found you guilty

of the willful
and malicious murder
of Frederick Standish.

I therefore remand you
into the custody

of the United States
Marshall,

to be taken by him to
the territorial penitentiary,

where you will be held
for one week,

pending the arrival

of the public executioner
on the morning of August 3,

at which time you will be
hung by the neck until dead.

And may God have mercy
on your soul.

♪♪

If an appeal can be
gotten, Trampas,
we'll get it.

Yeah.
Mr. Grainger.

It was a fair trial.

Yes, it was.

I don't understand why
I wasn't told before.

You could have sent
a rider out to me.

All we knew was that
Trampas had been arrested.

It didn't seem that urgent
then, and the roundup
did seem urgent.

Besides, Uncle Clay
left in such a hurry.

You're going,
aren't you?Yes, of course.

I want to go with you.

We still have
to get that herd
ready for the drive.

Somebody's got to
run the ranch.

Now, either you
and Belden can do it
or I can do it.

How can I sit here
and think about the ranch
while Trampas...

No, you go.

He's your best friend.

And don't worry.
Belden and I will
manage just fine.

♪♪

One week.

What can we do
in one week?

I never felt so...

Helpless.

The word is "helpless."

I'm not used
to it either,

but we can't take time
to get used to it.

Whatever it takes,
we can't let them
hang Trampas

for somebody
else's murder.

Well, I have
to meet Magill.

We've got
telegrams to send,
people to meet.

What do you
want me to do?

This appeal business
could be expensive.

The herd has to
get through to
Fort Darby on time.

It means ready cash.

So we need that
right of way,

Standish
or no Standish.

Look up his neighbors.
See if they'll cooperate.

The roundup was
almost finished
when I left.

Elizabeth and Belden
can handle
the rest easily.

Belden will start
the drive just as soon
as he gets word

the right of way
is clear.

I had to come.

Of course you did.
I understand. But I don't
see what you can do.

Everything that can
be done has been done.

All due respect, but...

are you sure?

There's established procedure
when requesting an appeal.

You follow it, then wait.
We're waiting.

Even if an appeal is
granted, you'll need
new evidence.

Maybe if I could
talk to the witnesses.CLAY: About what?

Mr. Magill
cross-examined them
for two solid days.

They said they saw
Trampas that night,
and they stuck to it.

And he was there.
He admitted that.

But no one actually
saw the murder.

Maybe outside
the courtroom,
just talking,

one of them
might make a slip
and say something--

some little thing.

I don't think
it'd do much good.

After all,
the key witnesses
were Standish men--

John Kiley, his foreman;
a couple of the hands.

Why should they talk
with a close friend

of the man who killed
the boss's son?

What have you got
on your mind?

I don't know.
I'm not sure yet.

MAGILL:
Well, whatever it is,

while this appeal's pending,
you'd better keep
out of trouble.

"Trouble," Mr. Magill?

Did you ever sit around and wait
for your best friend to hang?

So this here
hangman, he...

he puts a noose around
this fellow's neck.

Luke, you listen to me.
This'll kill you.

And the padre says
to this fellow,
he says, "Son.

Son," he says,
"You got anything
to say for yourself?"

And the boy says,
"Padre, I surely do,
and it's this--

This here hangman--"Shut up, Potts.

"This here hangman--"I said shut up!

Are you trying
to rile me, Luke?

[ chuckles ]
Don't you pay
no mind

to Potts, boy.

He's just restless.

All day long,

pacing up and down,
up and down,

telling bum jokes,

cracking his knuckles,
talking in his sleep.

Anything to
pass the time.

Uh, Finney there,

now, he's one of
them sleepy types.

He don't much
care where he is,

so long as he gets
his beans and biscuit
and salt beef once a week.

Now, any man
who can put that--

Do you talk all the time,
or do you take ten minutes
off now and then?

You're a bit mad,
are you?

[ chuckles ]
That's good.

You get good
and mad--

Oh, not mad enough

to hit me,
of course.

It riles the guards,
and besides,

you might knock
this here thing over,

which would truly
displeasure me.

I'm not mad.

I just want to
do some thinking.

You got nothing to
think about, boy.

You got nothing
to do but to feel.

First minute a man
walks into this place,

don't matter
how tough he is,

he looks at the wall,

looks at them bars
and that ceiling,

and he's scared.

Oh.

Here.

It's a might dusty,
but it's fresh
from supper.

No.

Well, I'm just trying
to pass the time of day.

Well, you got nothing
to be ashamed for, boy.

I've been here 18 years
and I've seen all kinds,

and every one of them
gets the same feeling,

like you've been
stomped in the gut.

Especially the ones
that are gonna...

Well...

You ought to
try this biscuit.
It ain't all that bad.

Especially the ones
that are gonna hang.

How long you got, boy?

Six...

Six days.

Six days, huh?

A lot can happen
in six days.

You got friends outside?
I mean real friends,

not just poker-playing
and howdy-do friends.

No, they're real friends.Uh-huh. Then you still
got something left.

You know, a man
comes in here,
they take his pride

and his pocketbook
and they put 'em

in a box in
the warden's office.

But if you've got
friends outside,

you've still got
something left.

Maybe the most
important thing, boy.

♪♪

♪♪

I'm looking for
the foreman.

You've found him.

Heard you needed
some hands.

Where'd you hear that?Oh, Rock Falls.
Around.

Well, maybe
some barn work.

I rate better
than that.

Well, you say so, mister,
but I don't know you.

Sorry.

You could try me.

What's your name?

Morgan. Ed Morgan.

All right, partner.
I'll try you.

Twenty dollars a month
and found, to start.Thirty.

Well, 25.

That's tops here.

All right.

John Kiley.
The boss is
Walt Standish.

What kind of
a man is he?

Well, you give him a day's
work for a day's pay,
he'll treat you fair.

For openers,
you can give the boys
a hand with that horse.

Look, Standish
isn't my friend.
I hardly know the man.

He only bought that ranch
about six months ago.

But he is my neighbor,
and I figure if he wants to

fence himself in
or other folks out,
I got no call to interfere.

I'm not asking you
to interfere.

I'm asking you to let us
trail through your land.

Take us a little
out of our way,
but at least

we'll get our stock
delivered on time.

There's always been
a right-of-way
through here,

and we were counting
on it when we set
that delivery date.

Well, you've got
a problem, all right,

and I sure would
like to help.

But it's like I said--
Standish is my neighbor,

and I've got to
live with him.

Neighbors can give
a man a lot of trouble

if they've a mind to.

You're afraid of him.No, I'm not
afraid of him.

Got no call to be.

But I can't see any point
in getting his back up.

After all, he's
got his reasons--
especially now.

I mean, it was one
of you Shiloh people

that killed his son,
now, wasn't it?

♪♪

I never said I...

didn't believe you.

All I know is what
everybody's saying in here--

[ chuckles ]
They didn't do it.

Everybody except
you, huh?

There wouldn't
be much point.

There was about 18 men
standing around

when I grabbed that pick
and sunk it into that

rotten no-account...

called hisself
a mine boss.

You know, a few
of the men even cheered.

You sound as if
you're proud of it.

You ever been in
a hard-rock mine, boy?

Nope.

Well, it sure ain't
much of a life.

It's what you know.
It's what you do.

'Course, the boss,

that's the man that
sent you down in that
hole in the ground,

He's got your
whole life...

right here.

And even if he knows

the shaft's going,

he still sends you down
without telling you anything,

just to get out

one more day's load.

Well,

I figure a man like that
deserves killing.

He's a worse murderer
than you or me,

and...

I'd do it again.

Even if you knew you were
gonna spend the rest of
your life right here?

[ chuckles ]

Sounds ridiculous.
I know that.

But...

you, uh,
you got to get

the whole picture, boy.

There was 42 men
in that shift,

and 12 of 'em got

mashed to death.

Including my kid brother.

He'd made some complaints
about that shaft.

He'd taken quite
a beating for it.

Nice kid, my brother.

He hated that mine
something fierce.

We'd, uh,

we'd bought ourselves
a little piece of land

together,
partners.

We was saving
for some cattle.

Just another
two months, and...

he'd made it
out of that mine.

[ sniffles ]

Well, I still got that
little piece of land, though,

up in Canada,
all free and clear.

Anybody working it
for you?

Just me.

Up here.

And down there.

I, uh,

I picked up
the little stones

wherever I could.

If you find any
out in the yard--
you know,

good, flat ones
like these,

I'd be much obliged
if you'd stick 'em
in your pocket.

Yes, sir,

I'm gonna build myself
a little cabin,

something like that,
up in Canada someday.

Figure I'd rather die
there than in here.

Do you still think
there's a chance?

Don't look too good,
does it,

after 18 years?

There's always
a chance, boy.

For you and for me,

there's always a chance.

Depends on what you've
got working for you.

Or who.

♪♪

Coffee?

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

You're new here,
aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

That's nice.
I wouldn't mind
being new.

You don't look very old.

I am, though.

Like last year's grass.

Any minute now,
I'm gonna dry up
and blow away.

Be careful.

They might just save you
for winter feed.

KILEY:
The men don't much care
for cold coffee.

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Standish.

Well, I hope
you like it here.

Thank you, ma'am.

She's pretty
and she's friendly,

but she doesn't mean
what she looks like
she means.

That's just
the way she looks.

No offense,
but forget it.

She's yours?

She was married to
Standish's son.

Got killed a couple
of weeks ago.

That's too bad.
How'd it happen?

It was all on account
of this fence,
as a matter of fact.

We used to--
Uh, that is,

the folks that
owned this place
before Standish

used to let anybody
going north trail
their herds through here.

It's been going on
for a long time.

You been here long?Oh, foreman for
about ten years.

Anyhow, Standish

buys this place,
puts up this fence,

won't let anybody's
herd through.

This fellow from Shiloh
comes along,

gets in a fight
about it with Fred--
that's Standish's son--

and kills him.

Were you there
when it happened?

Well, I didn't see it
right then and there,

but pretty close to it.

We, uh, saw him
standing over
Fred's body,

me and some
of the others.

Everybody saw him

beefing with Fred
about the fence

at least a couple
of times before.

Sounds like a pretty stupid
reason to kill a man.

Well, I guess this
fellow from Shiloh was
a little bit touchy.

What about Fred?

Oh, he was just
doing his job,

like his pa
wanted him to.

♪♪

The judge feels
there are no grounds

for a stay
or an appeal.

You pointed out
the witnesses were
Standish men?

The witnesses
on the ranch.

He pointed out
that half the town

saw Fred Standish
and Trampas
arguing earlier.

Oh, he was polite,
attentive,

and firm.

What's the next step?

The governor.

And then?

♪♪

I tell you,
he's all right.

You took to him
awful fast.

Look.

Who decides?

You or me?

Yeah.

It's your plan.
You've been working
on it for years.

You said that already
a hundred times.

But I say...[ door unlocking ]

MAN:
Now, you take
Corey there.

Hey, Corey!

Yeah?

We was just
talking about you.

Oh?

I wondered what
you was talking about.

Probably wishing me
long life,

happiness
and prosperity,
no doubt.

Yeah, as a matter of fact,
it was something like that.

Luke here, he was, uh...
he was just saying,

you take old Corey--
he is the best,

most efficient guard
in the place.

Ain't that right,
Luke?

Yeah,

that's right.

You bet. You always
have a little book

and pencil and all,

putting down everything
that goes on.

MAN:
Yeah, but we was worrying
about you all the same, Corey.

You want to get
ahead around here,
you got to be mean.

You're gonna get
passed up for
promotion again

unless you start
watching your attitude.

And you start
watching yours.

You got any gripes around here,
you bring 'em to me, understand?

Gripes?

Corey, you know us
better than that.

Now, I was saying
it's your plan,

but we all take
the same chances,

and I say,
who needs him?

We want

and need him.

I've been in here
18 years.

You've been here 12.

And Finney there,

he hardly knows
his right name
unless you remind him.

Hey.All right, Finney.
You're...

big and you're fast,

but you ain't exactly
a professor of geography.

So who needs
a professor
of geography?

We need somebody

who knows.

Somebody who knows

what's out there.

Now.

This Trampas is young
and he's smart, and he's
been traveling a lot.

He knows.

Luke, are you
getting scared?

You bet your life.

You got the brains
God gave a flea,

you're scared of
what you don't know.

Well, I...

I ain't saying
I want him,

but what makes you think
he wants us?

You told him
about it already.

We ask him, he'll jump.

You remember,
this boy's just got

three more days

before he hangs.

Boy.

Boy, come on down here
and socialize, huh?

Justice! The law!

How can you keep wearing
that badge on your chest when
something like this can happen?

The law!

Well, sometimes it goes
all cockeyed, Elizabeth.
Sometimes.

But for most people
most of the time,
it works.

You think we'd be
better off without it?

I don't know
what I think.

Well, I think
I know how you feel.

Trampas is a...

You need anything?
Can I help you...

No, we're all right.

It's just...

Just what?

The men.

They're so quiet
all the time.

Just waiting--

you know, waiting
to hear something.

A dozen times a day,

one of them will
come up to me
and just look,

and I'll shake my head
and he'll go away.

Belden tries to keep them busy,
but the roundup's over.

There isn't much to do.

When does the drive begin?

As soon as we
get word from Stacey
that the route's clear.

I hope he's not
having any trouble.

They're gonna have
to rush as it is to meet
the Fort Darby contract date.

I don't think any of us can
stand much more of this...

this pressure.

After all, a lot can
happen in three days.

So they tell me.
But what?

The appeal was
turned down.

I was sort of counting
on that appeal.

I'm sorry, Trampas.
I tried.

I know.
You've done more

than I have the right
to ask you to.

Well, I guess
that's it, isn't it?

No! It's not it!
There's still the governor.

Magill's trying to
arrange a meeting.

Magill, he's
as smart as they come.

I trust him.

But even Magill, he...

he can't win 'em all,
now can he?

[ door unlocking ]

Time's up.

[ door shuts, locks ]

You had something
you said

you might want to
talk over.

Let's stop working
around the edges
and nail it down.

Come here.

Sit down, boy.

♪♪

♪♪

MRS. STANDISH:
Kiley?

Kiley?

You want something?

I'm sorry if
I embarrassed you.

You didn't.

Yes, I see them
looking and smirking.

They don't mean anything.You know what I'd like?

I'd like to go riding,

bareback and fast,

my hair loose
and wind burning.

You shouldn't talk
that way to me.Why not?

What's wrong with it?

Can't I say anything?
Can't I do anything?

I'm alive, Kiley,

and I'm lonesome,
and I need somebody
to talk to.

Something on
your mind, Kiley?

I, uh...I was just
inviting Kiley

to have supper with us,
Mr. Standish.

Wouldn't hurt you to
have a little man talk
at the table tonight.

Suit yourself,
Kiley.

Half an hour, then.

Look, I have--You have to have
supper, don't you?

All right.

Half an hour, then.

Not interested in
your supper, Morgan?

Horse needs a rubdown.

♪♪

You, boy--
you quit that.

Quit what?

Thinkin' that's
one of the last looks
you'll take at the sun.

It don't have to be.Can I be sure of that?

Your plan may not
work, Luke.

LUKE:
It will work.

Now, you want to
make up your mind.

POTTS:
If he ain't real strong
for this, who needs him?

Who needs him anyway?

TRAMPAS:
You're beginning to get
under my skin, Potts.

You sure you want
to do that?

Oh, it ain't me gettin'
under your skin, boy.

It's what's
hangin' over you.

I'll admit you had
some good notions about
which way to go and such,

but if you ain't
with us all the way,

you can get us
all shot.

Now,

You figure
you're real sure

and steady
in your mind?

[ chuckles ]

You just love

to hear the sound
of your own voice,
don't you?

I reckon Trampas is
as steady in his mind

as your friend Finney.

You might even have
an edge on him, boy.

[ chuckling ]Luke,

you got anything to
laugh about, I surely
don't know what it is.

Finney may not
be too bright,

but that's good.

He does what he's told,
and there ain't nothin'
else going on in his head.

[ chuckles ]

Like a first-class horse,
he means, huh? Hmm?

POTTS:
You want to put it
that way, go ahead.

Ain't no horse gonna
stand around worryin'
over the fine points.

You had your say, Potts?

I had my say.

Then you listen
to this.

This boy goes.

And that's
the last word.

I ain't heard him
say that.

[ gate opens ]

Luke.Huh?

What is it?
What are they
looking at?

[ hoof beats ]

Fella just rode
into the yard,

and I've seen
him before.Who's that?

[ door rattles ]

Who is it, Luke?

It's, uh...

the hangman.

♪♪

Well, boy?

Are you in?

I'm in.

What do you mean,
"Not now"?

Are we supposed to wait
until after Trampas is hanged?

I asked you a question!

You want me to say it again?Yes, I want you
to say it again!

I can't believe we came
all the way into this city
to hear that!

The governor is busy.

An innocent man
is about to be hanged,
and the governor's busy!

With what?
Laying a cornerstone?
Balancing the budget

What in the name
of all that's holy is
more important than this?

Two days ago,
a range war broke out

in the northeast part
of the territory.

You know about range wars,
Mr. Granger.

There's a cholera epidemic
in the south.

Oh, nothing big yet.
Just a little something

the governor is wasting
your time and my time

trying to keep
under control.

I'm sorry, Magill.
I seem to have lost
my perspective.

Which I'd have done
about three days ago
in your position.

What took you so long?

Hope.

It can be
very distracting.

I've just about
lost it.

Is there any chance
still that we might
see the governor?

"Check again about 5:00,"
the secretary said.

And then what?

Well, sir,
a dam may bust,

the Indians could break out
of the reservation,

or the entire
territory will be
visited by locusts.

On the other hand,

maybe we'll see
the governor.

Listen, I didn't say I was
turning you down. I just said
I wanted to think about it.

What do you got
to think about?

I'm offering to pay
twice what your land
and right-of-way is worth.

Mm.

You know what I think?

I think everybody around here
is afraid of Walt Standish.

What do you think?

Listen, I do have to
use his water.

The truth is, I can't afford
any trouble with Standish.

I'm sorry.

No hard feelings.

Yeah. You know,
the funny thing is

is that, uh,
I can almost
see it your way,

only...

Only, you're thinking about
your friend, aren't you?

Yeah.

Yeah I'm thinking
about my friend.

Yeah, well,
it's rough, I guess.

Only, he did.

How do you know?

What did you hear in
the courtroom that made
you think it was Trampas?

Listen, I wasn't
on the jury.

And what if you were?

How do you figure
they must've
looked at him?

Your friend probably
didn't start it.

I mean, you really
have to know how
Fred Standish was

to get
the whole picture.

All right.
How was he?

STACEY:
Nope. Not a word
about Kiley.

That's while
I was told

to take my herd
by way of the moon.

Standish's neighbor gave me
a pretty clear picture
of his happy family.

Like what?

Well, old man Standish
didn't much like the idea

of Fred marrying Lila,
and it seems that Fred

didn't have the guts
to stand up to his
father about anything.

That's all?

And just that, uh,

Lila was a lot
of woman for Fred.

I guess you can take that
any way you want to.

Hmm.What are you thinking about?

Well,

just suppose for a minute
that you're Kiley.

You're a good ranch foreman.

You put about ten years
of your life into a ranch

that doesn't
belong to you.

Along comes a new owner

with a son nobody likes

that has a beautiful wife
he can't stand up to.

And they're the heirs
to the place you think of

as being partly yours.

So?

So the wife starts
making eyes at you,

and the new owner finds out

his son can't
run the ranch
and you can...

what do you do?

I don't know.
What can you do?

Well, suppose
a scapegoat comes along

like... Trampas?

Maybe I think about
killing Fred.

It'd be pretty
simple, wouldn't it?

Maybe.

You think you can
prove it?

No.

But somehow, some way,

we're gonna have to
prove it, and fast.

You still think
those friends are
gonna get you off?

No, no. Not anymore.Then what?
You want to die?

No, I don't
want to die.

It's just that
I've been thinking.

Maybe there are
worse things.

Such as?

Being hunted the rest of
your life. Always looking
over your shoulder.

For years I've
dreamed about it.

Waked up with a sweat
and the shakes.

Could be there's
another way.

No, no. I don't
see how, no.

You come with me
to Canada. Help me
work the place.

No more running
or hiding.

If they come,
they come.

Will you do it?I don't know.

I wasn't thinking of
running to anything.

I was just thinking
of running away.

Well, think on it now!

It could be a pretty
good thing, you and me.

Yeah.

Well, leastwise,

there'd be two of us.

Nothing eats on a man
worse than being...

lonesome.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty.

Thought your wood box
might be low.

Thank you.

It'll be dark soon.

The nights are
getting cold.

Long and cold.

Ma'am, I don't want
to be out of line,

but do you mind if
I ask you something?

Ask.

Why do you stay here?

It's... I almost said
"It's a job."

Why?

Would you like
my life story?If you want to tell it.

I'm really
the queen of China.

That's a pretty good
disguise you've got
going for yourself.

Yes. Isn't it, though?

They never suspected a thing
on the dirt farm
I was raised on.

Quite a come-down--
the queen of China
on a dirt farm.

I thought so too.
That's why I left.

A job here,
a job there.

Long and cold
and hot and dusty.

And men.

A lot of men.

Looking and not
seeing anything.
Just looking.

It couldn't have
been that way
with your husband.

I thought Fred
was different...
for a week or a month.

I don't remember
how long.

That's why I married him.

But he wasn't.
He was like all
of the others.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I was out of line.

No, no.
It's all right.

You can talk about Fred.
For the first time,

he doesn't care who says
what about him-- or me.

Poor Fred.
Sometimes I feel
sorry for him.

Sometimes I even
feel sorry for the man
who killed him.

Why?

He just came along.

From the first,
he wanted to do business
with Mr. Standish.

Only, he'd insisted
that Fred handle it.

So anyway, that night
I told this Trampas

where to find Mr. Standish.

"Out by the south fence,"
I told him.

He'd been counting on
bringing his herd through,

so I figured he could talk
my father-in-law into it.

He must've found Fred
out there instead.

Next thing, they...

found him standing over
Fred's body with a bloody
shovel in his hand.

Was anyone else around?

Yeah. Hands, Kiley.

Trampas said he
found Fred that way,
and nobody believed him.

How do you suppose
it happened?

You know how little kids
do sometimes--

they push and push
till you get mad?

Like they want you to get mad,
but they don't really.
Do you understand?

Fred pushed the man,
and he just got mad.[ door opens ]

What are you
doing here, Morgan?

Just brought in
some wood.

Hey!

What are you up to?
Why are you always
nosing around?

Who are you, really?Ed Morgan.

Come on.
You're no ordinary hand.

Now, who are you?

All right.
I'm the foreman
of the Shiloh Ranch.

I figured
there was something.

But what for?

You got it all sewed up
nice and tight, don't you?

What are you
talking about?

All right,
I signed on here
to find out

who killed
Fred Standish,
and I found out.

It was you, Kiley,
wasn't it?

All right.

Get out.

And if I see you
again, I'll--

What?
Kill me?

Who are you gonna
pin it on this time?

What is this?
What are you
talking about?

This man's from
the Shiloh Ranch,
Mr. Standish.

He thinks
I killed Fred.

Kiley? Are you
crazy, man?

No, and neither
is Trampas.

Would you kill a man
over a right-of-way,

even if that man was
rubbing you the wrong way?

No, you wouldn't.
There's only one man

who had a stake in killing
your son, Mr. Standish.

He wanted this ranch
and that woman,

and it looks like
he's gonna get 'em both.

And in the morning,
another man is gonna hang

because I can't
prove a thing.

You said a lot
of words, mister.

Now you're gonna
listen to some.

You're right.
I do have a stake
in this ranch

because I helped
build it.

As for Lila,

well, after a decent time
had passed, maybe I was
gonna say something.

I figured that Lila
and this ranch, well,
they both could do worse

because I know
how they work.

But I wouldn't
kill for them.

And I didn't.

You believe that,
Mr. Standish,

or do you want me
to leave.

I believe you.

KILEY:
How about you?

It wasn't Trampas.

You're a good man, Morgan--
or whatever your name is.

If it were my friend

gonna hang
in the morning,

I'd try too--
anything I could.

But I asked you
a question.

You still believe
I killed Fred?

[ hoof beats retreating ]

He's gonna see us.
He'll give us ten minutes.

Good work, Magill!

You didn't hear
anything more from
that foreman, did you?

No. Why?

Well, we'd be in a lot
better shape if we had
some new evidence.

There's still
a chance, then?There's still a chance.

Messages?

You can send one.
It's allowed.

[ man snoring ]

Wait. Uh...

Get this to
the Grainger family.

Medicine Bow,
Shiloh Ranch.

Say, uh...

Say, "I want you to know
even after tomorrow,

I'm very grateful
to you all."

Sign my name.

Is that all?That's all.

LUKE:
Where's that can of grease?
There it is!

Push, boy!

Here.

Here.

Got it!

Here comes
the thickest smoke

you ever saw.

Get that, boy!
Get out! Get out!

Here.

All right!

Get us to Canada,
you smoke!
[ laughs ]

Hey! Hey,
what's going on!

Fire! Fire![ all shouting ]

Get us out of here!

Fire! Fire!

Hey, get them
out of here!

Go on,
get 'em out!

No!
He goes with us.

What for?Come on! Corey's got to get
us through the south gate.

I don't care
how tired he is.
This is an emergency!

I'm sorry, Warden,
but this is a stay
of execution

signed by the governor.

Well, it's too late.

"Too late"?

But it's barely sunup.
He wasn't supposed to
hang until--

He didn't hang.
He escaped last night.

He and three other men
started a fire.

They got away
in the confusion.

They took a guard
with them.

Well, they won't
get very far.

There's a posse leaving
in half an hour.

You're welcome
to join them.

What are the posse's
instructions?

Dead or alive.

But--

Not much use in that
now, is there?

This way.

A fool!

Crazy, stupid...

Maybe he was smart.

"Smart"?
With a posse
after him,

he'll be caught
and killed.

He'd have been
hanged anyway.

Three-day stay of execution,
and if Kiley didn't do it,

we've got
no new evidence.

Maybe Trampas
will make it.Make what?

Every bounty hunter's
list between Denver
and San Francisco?

I'm gonna try to
catch up with him
before that posse does.

You keep talking
to people-- anybody.

Find out
whatever you can.

Hey, wait a minute.

Standish's neighbor was
telling me about all
the different people

that could've gone out
to the ranch that day.

I talked to all of them,
except there was one
that I couldn't find.

A blacksmith.
Aw, forget it.

See, the blacksmith
was at Standish's
two days before the murder.

A blacksmith, huh?
How come you
couldn't find him?

He's an itinerant.

Travels from ranch
to ranch in a wagon.

Maybe he saw something

or heard something while
he was at the ranch.

Try and find him,
all right?

Nothing to lose.

POTTS:
There's food
and horses down there.

There's men
down there...
with guns.

Well, we need guns,
don't we?

Just how do you
plan to get 'em?

We just wait till dark.

Then we'll zip down there

and take a look, huh?

Whew!

Oh, man!

They'll kill me,
you know.

Soon as they get
close enough to Canada
and they don't need me.

Why don't you
let me go.

Then turn yourself in.
I'll testify for you.

You mean they might not
hang me so high?

[ chuckles ]
No, thanks.

Oh! Heh-heh.

Didn't wake a soul.

Let's go. You and Corey
will have to ride
double, huh?

Go on.
[ chuckling ]

[ shouts ]
Ha! Ha!

No!
That's enough!

Finney.

Hey, hey.

Do you think
you can ride, Corey?

Not hardly.

Why don't you
just leave me here?

We can't do that.
I figure there's a posse

a couple hours
behind us.

We leave you here,
they'd know which way
we was headed.

Well,

we can't take him with us,
we sure can't leave him.

No.

I suppose you
want to take him to
some nice little town

where there's a doctor,
huh, and a sheriff?

You go on, Luke.
I'll stay here with Corey.And wait, you mean?

I got a good reason to
keep moving, remember?

You go on
with Finney, Potts.

We'll do better
split up.

Go on.

All right, Luke.

I'll be riding with you.

We've got plans together.

[ chuckles ]
Right?

No, Luke.
No, you go on alone.

You have a better
chance of getting
there on your own.

You've been counting on this
for a long time. You don't
want to lose it now, do you?

I've been counting
on you too, boy.

All right.
I'll meet you there.

I'll take Corey
up in the mountains,
slow and easy,

and as soon as he gets well,
I'll find a place for him

and I'll meet you there,

just like you said.

Here's a map
to the place, boy.

Don't lose it, now.No.

Anything you need
before I go?

No.
I can manage.

Yeah? Oh.

Might need this.

You watch out for
yourself, now, boy.

You know,
somebody might take you for
a dangerous escaped convict,

nice fellow like you.
[ chuckles ]

All right.
We'll camp here tonight.

Come on down easy.
I got you.

[ chuckles ]
You're not gonna be any good
at this kind of life.

Potts might last
for a while.

Maybe even old Luke.

But not you.
You're too soft.

You're welcome.

You think
I'm not grateful?

That's what
I'm talking about.

You've saved my life twice.
That might just save your life.

Clemency.

They won't let you go,
but they maybe won't
hang you either.

I've seen it happen
a couple of times before.

And a couple of times
not, right?

Look, you take me on back,
and I'll tell 'em what you did.

You'll have a fair chance.

It's better than running.

It's pretty bad,
ain't it?

No. No, you'll make it.
You'll make it.

Yeah.

Well, you
think it over.

Maybe in the morning,
you'll feel like
going back,

Try to get some rest.

Any word?

We caught up with
Potts and Finney.

They put up a fight.

And the posse
killed them.

And your friend?

He and the other
fellow Luke got
away with Corey.

He was wounded.How?

Potts shot him.
He admitted it
before he died.

Posse coming in?

Yeah.

We lost
Trampas's trail.

I hope he makes it.

I'm sorry I don't
share that sentiment.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's a killer and a fugitive.

Corey?

Come on, Corey.
I'm going back with you.

C--

Hold it right there.

Oh, am I glad
to see you.

I thought you were
part of the posse.

What are you
doing here?

Trampas,
come back with me.

No.You have to.

No, there's a man
waiting for me in Canada.
I'm going to Canada.

There's a lot of men
waiting for you.

Posses, bounty hunters...And a hangman.
Don't forget that.

Mr. Grainger got you
a stay of execution.

How long?Three days.

Three days?

Well, that's tomorrow.
What then?

Well, Stacey's trying
to find a fellow

who may have
seen something.

It's nothing definite,
but it's a chance.

It's a lousy chance. No.

At least when I get it,
I don't want to get it
with my hands behind my back

and a black bag
over my face.

I've got a better
place to die.

The way you are,

any place is a bad
place to die.

There won't be anywhere
on the face of this earth

that's far enough away
or safe enough

for you to get rid
of that fear.[ gun cocks ]

Oh, it'll come
to that too.

There won't be
no such thing left
as a friend.

[ gun un-cocks ]I'll get my horse.

Mr. Grainger.Hmm?

Why, you flea-brained,
no-good runaway!

Thank heaven
you came back!

But I didn't want to.

My friend here,
he wasn't about to take
"no" for an answer.

Have you heard
anything from Stacey
about the blacksmith?

What blacksmith?He worked for Standish
for a while.

We thought maybe
he might know something.There's been no word.

No word, huh?

Well, it, uh, looks like

I'm back where
I started, huh?

Howdy.

I think my horse
has thrown a shoe.

Take a look?

Haven't I seen you
around Rock Falls?

Maybe.

Yeah, I heard
you worked for
a friend of mine.

Works over at
the Standish ranch.

That's too bad about
Fred Standish, huh?

Your horse is all right,
mister. Maybe you'd
better move on.

No, not yet.

Don't.

I just want to talk
to you, that's all.

[ door opens ][ footsteps ]

Well, time, huh?

There isn't gonna be
any hanging.

Stacey found
the blacksmith.

He worked for Standish
for about a week.
Lila was nice to him,

and the blacksmith got
the wrong idea.

CLAY: The night you
tried to see Standish,
the blacksmith came back

to try to see Lila.

Fred saw him sneaking up,

figured what was
on his mind,
pulled his gun.

The blacksmith
grabbed a shovel...

Nobody saw him?THE VIRGINIAN:
Apparently not.

He took off,
and a couple
minutes later,

they found you
with Fred's body.

Is there proof?

CLAY:
He confessed.He confessed?

Took a little doin',
but he confessed.

I'm free.

Well, there may be
a technicality or two

concerning the fire
and the break-out,
but you will be soon.

Oh, what about
Luke Nichols?

CLAY:
We haven't heard.

Maybe he made it.

[ all laughing ]

TRAMPAS:
Mr. Standish,
I want you to know

I'm sorry
about your son.

It's all right.

Mr. Grainger still has
a herd to move. If you
can see your way clear to--

Don't bother, Trampas.
We'll work something out.

There's no use trying to use
Mr. Standish's conscience to--

My conscience?
None of this
was my fault.

Maybe it was,
Mr. Standish.

You're hard, stubborn,
and you don't bend.

Maybe it was
your fault.

And Fred's too.

I guess most of all
it was mine.

Trouble's my style.

I want you to know
one thing--

I never meant to
give that blacksmith
any notions.

None at all.

Anyway, Mr. Grainger,
I'd appreciate a ride
into town.

Wait.

I've got my ways,

my rules.

I don't say
they're right,

but I live with them.

My son, his wife,

weren't what
I'd hope for.

I'm sorry I never
took to you, Lila.

I'm sorry for that.

But does a man need
an iron rule

about a fence?

You can move your
cattle, Grainger.

I won't stop you.

You tell me when
you're coming through.

Thanks.No hard feelings?

No hard feelings.

[ whistles ]
Giddap!

Glad it wasn't you,
Kiley.

Sorry I thought
it was.If you ever need a job...

Same to you.
Twenty a month and found.

Thirty.

Make it 25.

It's a deal.

♪♪

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