All language subtitles for The Virginian - 07x14 - Stopover

[ Stagecoach Clattering ]

[ Virginian Narrating ]
It's a nice town, Medicine Bow.

Good, decent people.

Of course, it's funny how little
we really know about each other.

Take Mel Dover, for instance.

Mel's quiet, but he's
friendly and hard-working.

[ Boy ]
Mr. Dover.Hello, boys.

[ Narrating ]
He has a little farm
outside of town...

and spends his spare time
doing chores around the church.

I really didn't know
much more about him than that...

until the noon stage
came in that day.

Got your ears lowered,
sonny?

I swear, Clem, you'd think
a haircut was like medicine,

the way he carries on
in there.

Come along.

[ Virginian Narrating ]
That's Mrs. Perry
and her boy Joey.

I see them in town
once in a while, shopping.

Perrys don't socialize much.

Joey's a nice kid.
A little lonely maybe.

The man on the stage
touched their lives too.

Did you hear me?
I said come along.

I had some errands
to do that day.
Got into town just before noon.

Hello, Mrs. Perry.Hello.

How's Mr. Perry today?

Just fine,
thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Cooper. Hello.

Howdy, Ben.Howdy.

Could you fill this
for me, please?Sure thing. Right away.

There's no rush.
I've got some things
to do in town.

Your wagon
out front?Yep.

I'll try to have it loaded
by the time you're ready.Thanks a lot.

Laura, you, uh, wanna
give me a hand with this?

I can't now, Ben.
I'm busy.

[ Narrating ] We've been
doing business with Ben and
Laura Cooper for quite a while.

I wondered about them some.

Nice enough couple,
but I've always felt there was
something uneasy about them,

watchful.

It happened that a lot of people
in Medicine Bow were stirred up
when that noon stage drove in...

and word got around
who was on it.

Don't be surprised
if there's a little action
in Medicine Bow today.

That fella that just
got off the stage
is Frank Hammel.

Excuse me.

What's he want?

Howdy.Howdy, Bart.

What'll it be?I'll take a beer.

I'd like to settle up
last month's bill also.Sure thing.

Well, go on.
Don't keep it no secret.
What are you gonna bet next?

I don't rightly know.

You already won
my big cattle ranch,
and I'm fresh out of railroads.

Let me see.

I got it.
I'll put up my opry house
against your silver mine.

Yeah!
That sounds fair enough.

Uh, let's see.
Your bill comes
to eight dollars even.

Well, fine. Who are
the two millionaires?

Oh, couple of saddle bums.
Rode in about an hour ago
looking for work.

Hey, look out.

[ Clem ]
Sorry, Mr. O'Neill.

What's the hurry, Clem?Just want a fast beer.

Gotta get back out there in
a hurry in case he comes out.Who comes out?

The gunman who got off
the noon stage.

He's over
at the hotel now.Gunman? What gunman?

Hammel. You've heard
of Frank Hammel, ain't ya?

What's Frank Hammel
doing here?

I don't know,
but ol' Frank don't go anyplace
without he's got a reason.

Bart, get the sheriff
over here.

Get him now.

I don't want scum like that
in this town.

Well, that wouldn't
do no good, Mr. Morgan.

The sheriff's gone out
to the Clayborn ranch.
Some kind of ruckus.

It's a four-hour ride
out there and back.

Excuse me.

Beer, Bart.

On me, Bart.Thanks.

How are you, Clem?Fine.

You're, uh, sure
it was Frank Hammel?

Of course.
What other Hammel is there?

Oh, Albert,

what do you suppose
a gunman like Frank Hammel
is doing in Medicine Bow?

How should I know?

[ Laughing ]

[ Door Closes ]

Frank?

Well, I'll be!

What are you
doin' here?

Well, I'm the foreman
of a ranch near here
called Shiloh.

You're looking fine.
Just fine.

Well, so are you,
Frank.Sit down.

Thanks.Sit down.

Some coffee?Uh, sure.

Miss?

Thank you.

[ Exhales ]
I still can't believe it.

How long has it been?

Oh, 10 years.
Something like that.

Ten years.

So you're
a foreman now.Mm-hmm.

You've done all right
for yourself, haven't you?

Yeah.
And you've become... famous.

I didn't go looking for it.

No, that was never
your way, Frank.

Someone draws on you--

doesn't matter why--

and you have to
defend yourself.

The next one tries
to square things up
for the first,

and you have to
defend yourself again.

And after that,
it just grows.

Doesn't matter
where you go.

There's always somebody
wantin' to try you.

And then you run
from the first one
smack-bang into the next one.

Comes a time...

you get tired of runnin'.

Yeah.

Well, you gonna be
in town long?

Oh, just until
the stage leaves.
Couple hours.

Maybe I oughta tell you--
the town knows you're here.

Oh, it's no secret.

No, I don't suppose it is,
anywhere you go.

Well, [ Cup Clatters ]

I'd better be
running along.

I've got a lot
of errands to do.

I thought about you.

I thought about you
many times.

I've thought
about you too, Frank.

I owe you a lot.

Well,
it's good seeing you.

Good seeing you.
So long now.

So long.

Frank still in there?

Yeah.
I just talked to him.

You knowFrank Hammel?

Used to ride together
years ago.

What's he here for?
He after somebody
here in town?

No, he's just
passing through.

Howdy, Judge.Oh, come in, come in,
come in.

I've gone over those contracts
Mr. Grainger wanted me
to look at.

They all seem to be
in order.Good.

I got them here some--
Oh. Here they are.Thanks.

Uh, what's so interesting
over at the hotel?

We've got a celebrity
stopping over between stages.

- Oh? Who?
- Frank Hammel.

- The gunfighter?
- So they say.

But he's never drawn first
on anyone in his life, Judge.

It's always
been self-defense.Is that so?

How do you know?

Well, I just
talked to him.

I used to know him,
Judge.

Anyway, he's just
passing through.

Thanks for these.You're welcome.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Blusters ]

About ready, Ben?Just about.

You, uh, hear about
the gunman over at the hotel?

Mm-hmm.

You, uh,

think he's here
looking for anybody?

Not likely.

[ Men Chattering ]

Deal me out, boys.

[ Sighs ]

Look at 'em.

Ain't one of 'em
I wouldn't put it past.

Ain't one of 'em wouldn't be
happy to see me out of the way.

[ Laughs ]

Nobody begrudges you
your success, Albert.

Business is business.

You're a hard man,
an ambitious man.

That's why you've
risen so fast to the top.

Now, some of us
might envyyou,

some of us that you've
stepped on a little too hard
on your way up to the top.

Some people
might even dislike you.

But to say that
one of us would hire
a gunman to kill you--

[ Chuckles ]
That's ridiculous, Albert.

Are you callin' me
ridiculous, Carl?

No offense intended.

[ Laughing ]

Guess I'll get
another bottle.

[ Laughs ]
That's the third silver mine
you've lost today.

Just don't you worry
about it.

I'll be
gettin' 'em back.

Now, look, Albert,
if you're that worried,

hire yourself
some protection.

The two of them
could get the drop on him.

- [ Cards Shuffling ]
- Keep an eye on him
till the sheriff gets back.

I'm tellin' ya,
lady luck's
on my side.

You don't
play them cards
just right,

you'll be
owing me for a-- [ Bottle Slams On Table ]

You two fellas interested
in making some money?

You mean, uh,
realmoney?

Real money.

Yeah.

- Hi, Frank.
- Hi.

- Nice to see ya.
- Yeah.

Frank.

Something
I can do for you?

Yes, I'd like to have
some candy, something sweet.

That'll do.

No. Don't take
anything from him.

Come on.

I'm going down
to the saloon for a beer.
Would you like to join me?

No, thanks.
I've got too much to do.

Thank you.

You, uh, know him?

I used to.

Are you sure he's not here
looking for somebody?

He's leaving
on the 2:00 stage.

Boys.

Do you know Mr. Dover?Yeah.

He's over there
in the church.

[ People Chattering ]

[ Chattering Stops ]

I'll have a beer,
please.

Don't do it, Bart.

You got anything against a man
having a beer, mister?

We don't want your kind
around here.

You own this saloon?

That don't make
any difference.

You're not welcome
anywherein this town.

You're the owner?Yeah.

Well, then it's up to you,
isn't it?

You decide,

and I'll drink
my glass of beer and go.

I'm not looking
for any trouble.

Look, Mr. Morgan,
I don't see no reason why
he can't have one beer.

You ain't servin' him,
Bart!

Now, you--you!

Get out.

You're the owner.
Youtell me.

I don't want no trouble
around here.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd drink that up...

and get on your way.

What do I owe you?No.
Just drink it and go.

[ Saddle Bum ]
You hear the man?

You ain't wanted here.

Now you git!

You make me.

What happened?

These two gentlemen,
they objected to me
having a beer.

[ Bart ] They started it.
He didn't want no part of it.

He wasn't lookin'
for trouble at all.

You hurt bad?Not near as bad
as I could have been.

Just kinda nicked me
in the arm.

Thanks, mister.

Who put you up
to this?

Answer me.

All right.

Take your friend across
the street to the doctor's
and get him patched up.

Then get out of town
and keep moving.

Now move.

Hurry up.I'm comin'.

Mr. Morgan,

whatever your idea is
of your own importance,

hiring killers
makes you an accomplice.

I didn't hire 'em
to kill him!

They were only supposed to--
to watch him,

to guard him
until the sheriff got back!

Ask O'Neill!

Why ask me?

I had nothing
to do with it.

Why, you two-faced--Stop it!

I didn't hire
these men.

You did.

Come on, Frank.

Deal 'em.

What got into that man?
Why would he do
a thing like that?

A lot of people around here
don't like Morgan.Why?

He's a rough businessman.

A while back, some of
the ranchers got together...

and agreed to fix the price
on their cattle.

Morgan agreed to it too.
Then he turned right around
and undercut everybody.

- Nice fella.
- Yeah.

And one night, somebody
took a shot at Morgan.

He thinks it was a hired gun
paid by one of the other
ranchers to get rid of him.

He probably thinks
you're a hired gun too.

- I don't hire.
- I know that.

But what happened in there
might happen again.

If I were you, I'd go back to
that hotel and stay out of sight
until the stage leaves.

Sorry. I like my freedom
as much as any man.

That's reasonable enough,
isn't it?

A reasonable man
would go back to the hotel,

stay off the streets.

I need a haircut.

- [ Imitates Gun Firing ]
- [ Imitates Gun Firing ]

Come along.

Wh-What was that shot?

It was a misunderstanding.

Are you sure
he's not here
looking for somebody?

I won't be sure of anything
until that stage leaves
and he's on it.

No, Ben!It could be me
he's after, Laura.

- Chris might have hired him.
- Ben, that was a long time ago.

Chris is far away in St. Louis.

How could he have
found out where we are?

I don't know, but I'm not
taking any chances.

You're no good
with guns, Ben.

It's like
I keep saying, Laura.

I'm not much good
at anything.

But you're my wife.

It happens I--

I love you.

Chris wants me killed for that,
I'm not gonna run away from it.
Not anymore, I'm not.

[ Bullets Clicking
Into Chamber ]

I'm not worth
your risking your life for, Ben.

You're not gonna go on
treating me like nothing
I think or feel matters.

You should've let me go
a long time ago.

Well, there'd be nothing
worse for a man to look
around an empty house...

and know he wasn't man enough
to hold his woman.

Please, Laura.

Leave me
a little self-respect.

Ben.

When I told Chris
I'd marry him back there
in St. Louis,

I thought I'd be
the happiest woman
in the world.

I would have had fine clothes,
a fine house,

and he would have
shown me off...

the way he does
everything he owns.

It was a stupid,
foolish thing,

running off with you
instead.

And sometimes I--

I get angry thinking of what
I might have had.

But, Ben, I--

I did that foolish,
stupid thing...

because I loved you.

And I've been angry at you
for making me love you.

Oh, I've hated you,
Ben, for that.

But I dolove you.

From what you say,
Hammel acted in self-defense
in that saloon.

There's nothing we could do
to hold him.

Even for his own protection--
till the stagecoach leaves?

Why are you
so interested in him?

I told you, Judge.
I used to know him.

We rode herd together
about 10 years back.
We were good friends.

- And... I owe him.
- What?

Well, he saved my life once.

My horse threw me
in a stampede.

I could have been
trampled to death.

Frank rode right through
that herd and picked me up
on the back of his horse.

A man doesn't forget
something like that.

Well, I can understand
how you want to protect him,

but there's nothing I
or anyone else can do.

He hasn't broken any law.

He's got as much right to walk
up and down the street
as anyone.

And if you're thinking
about Morgan, forget it.

Leave him to his own
guilty conscience.

Well, there may be more
than one guilty conscience
in this town, Judge.

That's what worries me.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

Since you first told me
who Hammel was,

a question started
going through mymind.

What if he's here
after someone...

to seek revenge?

On me.

Why on you, Judge?

You know what
I'm doing today?

Housecleaning.

I've been taking out files
out of this cabinet that I
hadn't thought about in years.

And I was thinking,

maybe years ago
you sent someone to his death,

some quick decision you made
when you were young,

some decision
that cost a life,

and maybe some relative
or some friend...

hired Hammel to--

Ah, I'm just an old man,

and old judges suffer
from a terrible disease--

complacent
self-righteousness.

Some of the cases
I tried when I was young.

I'm afraid
I'll have to admit...

that I was a very,
very pompous young man.

Maybe I owe Frank Hammel
a "thank you" for forcing me
to remind myself of that.

But I'm certainly not
gonna pass self-righteous
judgment on him now,

especially when
he hasn't done anything.

Well, I'm sorry
I bothered you, Judge.

Not at all.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

- Hi, Billy.
- Yes, sir?

That stranger who was here
a little while ago--

the one in the barbershop?

Yeah. That's Frank Hammel.
Well, he don't look
like a killer.

When he talked to you,
what did he talk about?

He was asking
where he could find Mr. Dover.

Dover?

Yes sir. We told him
Mr. Dover was over there,
in the church.

Thanks.

I, uh, guess
Clem's telling Frank about
how he knew Billy the Kid.

[ Knocking ]

[ Knocking ]

Hello, Mel.

Carrying a gun
in church?

Something
I can do for you?

Just passing by.

It's a nice job
you've done here, Mel.

Thanks.

Heard about all the excitement
over at the saloon?

No.

There's a gunman
in town.

Oh?

Ever heard of Frank Hammel?

No.

That's funny.
He's been asking about you.

Me?
[ Chuckles ]

What do you mean?Just that.

He knows
you're in here.

Is there something
between you?

No.

Well,

in that case,

you won't be
needing these.

What is it, Mel?
Maybe I can help.

Nah.

There isn't any way
to help.

When I saw him,
my-my first idea
was to get away,

but, uh, I'm tired
of hiding from him.

Maybe it's best
this way.

I did a terrible
thing once.

I've got to
pay for it.

Well, I don't know
what it was you did...

or what's between you
and Frank Hammel,

but, whatever it was,
you more than made up for it
right here in Medicine Bow.

There isn't a man or a woman
in this whole town
that isn't in your debt.

I tried to make up for it,
but, uh, maybe you don't
make up for what I did.

You want to talk
about it?

Mel.

Nobody else
will know.

You have my word.

About, uh, nine
or 10 years ago,

I fell in with some men
over in Kansas City.

Frank was one of 'em.

All anybody knew
about Frank was...

that he'd been
riding herd
somewhere in Texas.

Yeah, I know.
I rode with him.

You know Frank?

I did.

I liked him.

There was this other fella,
Joe Bascom.

We, uh-- We got to be
real good friends.

Just a bunch of men...

falling in together,

riding together
between nowhere and nowhere.

And I-- I don't know
when the idea first came up...

or whose idea it was.

But, uh, one night,

we, uh, started talking about
holding up a stagecoach.

I never done anything
like that before.

I was scared.
I hid it.

I guess we all were scared.

We kept telling each other
there wouldn't be any shootin'.

Wouldn't be any need for it.

So we tried it.

Mostly old people
was passengers.

It all seemed so-- so easy.

Then the driver started shootin'
from the top of the stage.

He hit Frank
two or three times.

One of us, Dan Wolfe--
he must have gone berserk.

He got the driver and the rider.
He kept right on shootin'.

The old people--

All those old people.

And somehow
we got Frank away.

After we, uh--

we'd gone a safe distance,
we stopped.

Joe Bascom and I
got sick to our stomachs.

Dan Wolfe and the others,
they, uh-- they were all
for leaving Frank there.

He was dyin' anyway.

I tried to get 'em
to take Frank along,

but, uh, the others
were against it.

Dan pulled
a gun on me...

and made me
go with him.

We left Frank there...
to die.

Hiya, Gartley.

'Cept it's Dover now,
isn't it?

It's been a long time.

It's good
to see you again, Mel.

I thought about you
all these years.

Wonderin'
what you'd been doin'.

Is that--
Is that all, Frank?

That all you came for,
jus-just to see me?

What else?

We left you to die, Frank.

The others did.
You stuck up for me.

They made you leave.

I never forgot that.

Frank--

I--

I thought
you came here to--

All these years,
ju-- just waitin',

afraid to--

Afraid, sooner or later,
you'd-- you'd come.

And all the time,
I-- I was wrong.

He's told you?

What happened
after you left me?

Huh?

Well, we split up.

Joe Bascom and I
rode together, but...

we couldn't shake off
how Dan Wolfe shot
all those old people.

We burned ourselves up
trying to forget.

Denver, Seattle,
San Francisco.

Finally, I--
I found myself here,

tired, broke.

We didn't get any money
from that stagecoach.

I looked around.
I thought to myself,

someplace you gotta
start a new life.

Someplace
you gotta begin again.

This might as well
be the place.

I started again.

I've heard how you spent
a lot of time...

helping folks out,

fixing up the church
and all.

I've known about you
being in Medicine Bow
for a long time.

Oh.

I'm glad for you, Mel.

Mm-hmm.

What happened
with Joe Bascom?

Well,
I don't know.

- You never kept in touch?
- No.

No, uh, I haven't heard of Joe
in eight years now.

Last I heard,
he was in Denver.

He's probably moved on
by now.

Probably.

Well,

good-bye, Dover.

Good luck.

Bye, Frank.

Mel, I want you
to tell me the truth.

Is this, uh, Joe Bascom
here in town?

I don't know
where Joe is.

Mmm.

Well, if you're trying
to protect him by lying,
it may not work.

Frank said he'd known
you were here in Medicine Bow
for some time.

If Bascom is here
using another name,

he'll probably find him
sooner or later.

I don't know
where Joe is.

I don't believe you.

You think
what you like.

All right, Mel.

Judge, if I tell you
that Frank Hammel...

was once involved
in a stage holdup
and was never prosecuted,

can you sign
an arrest order on him?

Well, of course.
Why didn't you
tell me that before?

Well, because I didn't
know before.Somebody tell you?

Yes, sir.Who?

Can't tell you that.

Then I can't sign
the arrest order.

Judge, I think Frank Hammel
is here in town looking for
a man named Joe Bascom.

I think he means
to kill him.

Do you know anybody
by that name around here?No, sir.

But I've got a hunch
Bascom is living here
under a different name,

and I think Hammel
knows that.

This court doesn't go around
arresting people on hunches.

Judge, Hammel's
got to be stopped.

Well, then stop him!

You can.

You bring me the person
who told you he was
involved in the holdup,

let me talk to him,
and I'll sign an order
in one minute.

All right then.

If this Joe Bascom is murdered
and you knew something all along
that might have prevented it--

I'm sorry.
I gave my word.

All right.

Then I hope you're wrong,
for your sake.

I hope Hammel is
just stopping off
between stages.

[ Door Closes ]

Beer, Bart.

Any of you men
ever heard the name
Joe Bascom before?

Is he the man
Hammel's after?

I think so.

He's probably using
another name now.

Probably got here about
eight, nine years ago.

You've been here
about eight years,
haven't you, Albert?

I've had about enough
of you, O'Neill.

There's nothing in my past
that worries me.

What'd he look like?

About 40,

blond, tall, ruthless,

willing to walk all over people
to get his way.

Shut up!

Now, hold it, Morgan.

It's not the past
that concerns me.
It's the present.

Men like O'Neill there...

and everyone in this room.

There isn't a man here I haven't
beat hands down in every
business deal I've ever made.

And you hate me for that,
don't you?

There isn't a man here
that wouldn't like
to see me dead and buried.

Maybe.

But you'll never know
when it's gonna come,
will you, Albert?

Every time a Frank Hammel
passes through town,

you're going to die
all over again.

Let's get
some fresh air.

Don't worry, Morgan.

Relax.
You're not the man
Frank's after.

Howdy, Frank.

It was nice seeing Gartley--
I mean, Dover again.

He's done all right
for himself, hasn't he?

Yes, he has.

I'm glad.
I like him.

You lied to me,
didn't you, Frank?

What would I
lie to you about?

You're here looking for a man
named Joe Bascom, aren't you?

If I was looking
for anybody,

would I be sitting
in this rocker waiting
for the stage to leave?

[ Laughing ]
You-- You haven't changed.

Always did
take a lot of time
puzzling things out.

Mind working all the time.

You're still the same.

But you're not.

After Bascom and the others
left you at that holdup,
something happened to you.

I almost died.

Took a lot of time mending.

I still got a piece of lead
in me somewhere.

But I've never drawn
on a man first.

I told you that.

You don't have to.
You're too fast.

But you've tracked every one
of those men down, haven't you?

How do you get 'em
to draw on you first, Frank?

Threaten to expose them,
goad 'em into it?
Is that it?

I told you
when that stagecoach leaves
that I was gonna be on it.

Now I'm gonna take me
a little walk.

Where?Just a walk.

And I don't like
all the questions,
friend.

Frank.

Now, what do you think
you're gonna do with that?

You're coming over
to the jail with me--
the back way.

You're gonna wait there
for the stage.

Well, I don't mind.

Turn around, start moving.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

In there, Frank.

First cell, Frank.

Drop your gun belt.

Move over
against that post.

Give me some room.

A little more.

Hey!

Anybody out there?

Anybody
out on the street!

Is anybody there?

Where you goin', Frank?

I'm lookin' for Dover.
He was in the church.

Yeah, he rode away
a little while ago.

Any idea
where he went?Home, I guess.

Wouldn't happen to know
where he lives, would ya?

Sure do. About
five miles out of town.
Same road the stage come on.

Little farm house
painted red.

You can't miss it.Thanks.

Uh, are you goin'
to see Dover about
something special, Frank?

No, nothing special.

Something personal.

Ah. Sure never thought
I'd live to see the day...

when I'd be walkin' along
beside Frank Hammel
for all the world to see.

[ Chuckles ]
Look at 'em.
Their eyes are buggin'.

[ Laughing ]

Why is he going
into the stable?

I don't know.

Maybe he's going away.

- I'll find out.
- No, don't!

Don't take the chance, Ben.
Stay away from him.

Let me out of here
right now!

Anybody on the street!

Let me out of here
right now!

Where'd he say
he was going, Clem?

Why, he asked where
Dover's farm was
and rented a horse.

[ Blusters ]

I told you
I wasn't after you, Gartley!

Gartley! Gartley?

Come here, son.

Look,
this man's been hurt.

You live
around here?

You think we could
fetch him help?Yes, sir.

Let's go.

What are you doing
around here?Just playing.

Finding things.Like what?

Lizards, toads,
butterflies.

I found a rattlesnake once,
but it was dead.

[ Horse Approaching ]

What happened
to you, Mel?

I was riding
to warn Bascom.

Frank followed me.

I didn't believe him before.

I thought he was--
I thought he was after me.

I-- I tried to stop him.

Mel, who is Joe Bascom?

Perry.

Bascom's Joe Perry.

- Will you be all right?
- Yeah.

If I can catch up my horse.

[ Chickens Clucking ]

Mom.What are you
doing here?

What do you want?

Mr. Dover's up by Three Falls.
He's hurt.There's nobody here can help.

Is anybody close?

Dover's got some men
at his place.
It's the next farm over.

Want me
to show him, Ma?No, you stay here, Joey.

Which way?

There, about a mile.

You call your son Joey.

Is that
after his pa?Yes.

You wouldn't happen to know
of a man named Bascom,
would you?

No.

He came here with Dover
about eight years ago.

You must be mistaken.

My husband
came here with Dover.

I never heard either of 'em
speak of Bascom.

Is your husband around,
ma'am?

He's in the house.

Would you ask him
to step outside, please?
I'd like to speak with him.

My husband has nothin'
to do with you.

Just tell him
Frank Hammel is here.

He'll come out.

You know my husband?

I believe I do,
ma'am.

What do you want
to see him about?

Well, that's personal.

You get away from here.

[ Horse Approaching ]

He wants to see
my husband.

Stay out here, Mrs. Perry.
There's nothing to worry about.

Joe was a decent,
hard-working man, Frank,

doing a fine job
on his farm here.

Couple years ago,
a horse threw him
and broke his back.

He's been like this
ever since.

The years--

The years of hunting,

the years of waiting,

the years of dreaming
of the moment when...

all this hate could explode--

a waste.

I'll drop by later in the week
with the newspapers, Joe.

Why did you want
to see my husband?

Where did you
know him?

Well, years ago,
when I was hurt,

your husband--
who called himself
Joe Bascom--

he took care of me
and nursed me back to health.

I never had a chance
to thank him.

You were a friend
of my husband?

No. He was just a man
who stooped down
to help another man.

If I was a boy who had
a father like Joe Perry,

I'd be mighty proud.

Good-bye.

Well,
it's almost time.

Yeah.

I'll buy.

Well, what are you
gonna do now?

I don't know.

It's ended.

It's over.

And after 10 years,
there's nothing else
to do.

No place to go.

Bye, Frank.
Been a real pleasure,
yes, sir.

Clem, I got
a present for you.

Y-Your gun?

Frank Hammel's gun?

It's yours.

It's mine.
He give it to me.

[ Clem ]
Frank Hammel's gun!

Look!
He give it to me!

It's mine!

Frank Hammel's gun.

[ Driver ]
Ho!
[ Whistles ]

[ Stagecoach Clattering ]