All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP02 - The Enormous Fist

Everybody, take it easy now.

Mason Good. Yeah,
I'll take you, Mason.

- Come on, you promised.
- No, no, no.

Come on, come on, break it up.

- Bill, I got...
- What about me?

- I'll take less than the going rate.
- Whatever the pay, I'll take half.

- Break it up.
- I'm a good worker.

Take him up on that.

I don't hire a man
because he's cheap.

Hey, quit. Come on, break it
up or I'll call this whole thing off.

- Now, break it up. MAN
3: Get him out of there.

Get him out of there.

We've been short-loaded, gouged
and put on rations. Look at that.

- I asked for eight sacks of grain.
- And we're getting seven.

- We're getting charged for eight.
- They got us over a barrel.

Hey, how about a job?

- Where's he going?
- Well, he'll be back.

Well, he better.

Now, look, we
can't hire everybody.

We just need a few more
hands. So take it easy.

Take it easy? Ha-ha. The waddy
with the full belly says take it easy.

- Did you ever see a drought, mister?
- I wasn't born yesterday.

Then don't tell us to take it easy.
And see that your boss-man gets back.

Ah...

- I need work.
- What are you trying to do,

- fix it so we can't get to Abilene?
- Can't help it.

I got 4,000 head of cattle, 20
men and a thousand miles to drive.

Everybody's
tightening their belts.

Oh, it's short rations and
hold-up prices, is that it?

That's the ticket, Mr. Favor.

Now, do I take it all
back, or do I get paid?

- How about it?
- Boss.

- Eh?
- Four more head cut out last night.

Who was on watch?

Nobody's fault. We're
shorthanded, that's all.

I don't want any more excuses.
This is the third time it's happened.

Look, you just get your
full crew together, Mr. Favor,

and we'll be all right.

Hey, it's me, Murdock.

Oh, yeah, Murdock.
That's right. You're on.

Look, half the pay.
I'll kick it back to you.

Put me on.

Look, we'll keep it between
ourselves. Nobody will know.

Boy. All right, boys, I'm
sorry, but that's it. We're full up.

Look, you've gotta put me
on. I got a wife and three kids.

- We came up 400 miles.
- I can't hire everybody.

- One more, it can't hurt you.
- Look, I told you we're full up.

Look, I can't go back
and face my wife and kids.

Looks like he's dead.

You killed him,
Mr. Favor. He's stone dead.

How do you feel now, big man?

Who is he?

Knowing who he is ain't
gonna bring him back.

Anybody here know if he's got
kin and where they might be?

Here comes the sheriff.

Who is he?

I don't know. Some drifter,
I guess. Town's full of them.

I think his name is Fred Grant.

Came in yesterday with
a wife and three kids.

Living over in wagon-town.

What happened?

An accident.

Yeah, he kept goading
Mr. Favor and then swung on him.

Mr. Favor had to hit
him in self-defense.

It wasn't the blow
that killed him.

It was smashing up
against that fence post.

Yeah, but who
smashed him up there?

He killed him just as sure as if
he had had a gun in his hand.

Weasel. You tell
the man the truth of it.

Go ahead and kill me too, Mr. Favor.
Show the sheriff how you done it.

I guess we'll have
to have an inquest.

Inquest? When?

Couple of days, when
the judge gets here.

A couple of days?
What about my herd?

I got 500 head
coming in tomorrow.

You're worried about your
herd? You just killed a man.

Put him in jail.

Look, sheriff, you know me.
I'm telling you it was an accident.

Only the judge can decide that.

Now, can I trust you
not to leave town?

Yeah, you got my word.

Your word.

Sheriff, a fight's broke out
in the Big Chance saloon.

All right, all right.

- Your word, Gil?
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, we got a couple thousand
steers to brand. Let's get to work.

You'll be around.

What's gonna happen to the body?

Kin or his friends there
can take care of him.

Think we ought
to build him a box?

If it's gonna make you feel that
much better, you build him a box, huh?

Eight pounds sowbelly,
50 pounds lard.

That's supposed to
be 85 pounds of coffee.

- We're gouged again, the rotten scum.
- How does it add up?

Oh, we're gonna be hungry
enough to eat our saddle blankets

before we get to a town where
we can get some supplies.

Swell.

Wish, that box, didn't
anybody come to claim it yet?

No, not yet.

Thought he was supposed
to have a family here.

So did I. You heard
what that fellow said.

- Why haven't they come to bury him?
- I don't know.

What's the matter
with these animals?

Don't they even care
enough to let them know?

Well, maybe his kin is
scared to come to town.

Or maybe they can't give
the man a decent burial.

I mean, being
strangers and bone poor.

Well, you look them up,

and you give them this.
Maybe it'll see them through.

Oh, no, I'm too busy.

I gotta finish this inventory
and then I gotta fix supper.

Look, I'm not on
a vacation either.

Well, anyway, it's not
my place. It's your job.

Look, I'm busy, Wish.

All right then, forget
it, or just wait it out.

Some things a man's
gotta do for himself.

Ma'am.

I'm, uh, looking for
a Mrs. Fred Grant.

Down there.

That lean-to by the water.

They just got in from foraging.

Thank you, ma'am.

Excuse me, miss. Uh,
is your mother around?

Mother?

I'm looking for Mrs. Grant.

I'm hungry, Mom.
When we gonna eat?

Later.

Later. Always later.

When you only eat once
a day, you gotta eat later.

Now, you go play. Go on.

You? You're Mrs. Grant?

Anything wrong?

Oh, no, I... I mean,
I... I didn't, uh...

Expect him to be married to
anybody as young as I am?

Oh, well, it's his
second marriage.

The first for me.

Oh, the kids aren't mine.
Heh. They just call me Mom.

My name is Dolly.

Oh, mine's Favor. Gil Favor.

This is my oldest boy,
Adam. Almost as old as I am.

Yeah.

Well, is there anything
we can do for you?

Look, Mrs. Grant, I can't tell you
how sorry I am about what happened.

Look... Look, you take this.
Maybe it'll help somewhat anyways.

Help some for what?
I don't understand.

What do you want, Mr. Favor?
What's that money for?

The sheriff...

You mean, he hasn't
come down here?

No, no. What would
he be doing here?

I just thought sure
he would've come by.

Is Mr. Grant in trouble?

- Is that what you're trying to tell me?
- Well, yeah... Well, not exactly.

What are you
trying to say, mister?

If my husband is in
trouble, please tell me.

Nobody's told you.

Told us what, Mr. Favor?

Mrs. Grant, your
husband, he's dead.

- Dead?
- Dead?

What do you mean, dead?

It was an accident. He hit
his head on this post, you see.

How? How did it happen?

I can't tell you how sorry
I am. I couldn't help it.

He pushed me into it. I
had to hit him in self-defense.

You killed him?

You killed my father?

No! FAVOR: Hey.

No!

- I'll kill you!
- Cut it out, boy.

Look, I don't want
to hurt you. Cut it out!

Look, I don't want
no more trouble.

Like I told you,
it wasn't my fault.

Oh, please let him go.

I'll let you go, boy. But
don't push me, please.

Well, there will be an
inquest, Mrs. Grant.

I can't believe it happened.

Your husband, his body is
up at where the big corral is.

Oh, how terrible
it must have been.

Look, if there's anything I can do,
anything at all, you'll let me know.

Adam, what are you doing?

I'm gonna kill him.
His life for my pa's.

Oh, no, Adam. You
wouldn't have a chance.

Maybe I wouldn't,
but I'm gonna try.

Oh, Adam, you're just a boy.

You couldn't stand
up to him face to face.

You do it any other
way and they'll hang you.

Either way you're dead.

Adam. Adam, give
the law a chance.

Maybe it'll kill him for you.

What if he goes scot-free?

Oh, worry about
it then, will you?

I swear by my pa, Dolly, if
the law doesn't get him, I will.

Oh, shh. Stop.

Martha.

Come here.

Well, we ain't much, but we
can go proud to the funeral.

Will we see him, Ma?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe they done right
by him and got him a box.

I don't know.

Oh, I tell you, I don't know what
you kids did before I came along.

Now, both of you, go
get in the wagon. Go on.

You're gonna give that
money back. You hear me?

Why? That money burning
a hole in your soul, Adam?

You feel less of a man with it?

You had no right in taking it.

I took it because we need it.

Because without it, I don't know
how we're gonna eat tomorrow.

How can you eat with
it? Ain't you got no pride?

Pride?

Oh, Adam.

It's the time of the buzzards and
we're being ground into the dust.

You talk about
pride. Will it feed you?

Will it put a roof
over your head?

Will it put decent
clothes on your back?

Oh, Adam, I learned
a long time ago,

pride, honor, respect,
all those fancy words,

they never got me a drink
of water when I wanted it.

Adam, stop thinking
about yourself.

I'm the man of the family now.

Then act like it.

Not like some
half-runted little...

Oh, Adam.

Remember this,
Mr. Favor killed your father

and he owes us.

He's got to take care of us.

There ain't enough money
in the world to pay for my pa.

One way or the other,
Mr. Favor's a dead one.

Well, maybe you're right, Adam.

Pride is an important thing.

I think it's best you take
this money back to Mr. Favor.

You give it to him, you being
the head of the family now.

Come on.

We've got to bury
your father. Come on.

Ma'am, uh,

you'll be needing a buckboard and
horse to get you to the graveyard.

I'll take care of that.

Wait up and I'll go help you.

What are you standing
around for? Go get the minister.

Yes, sir.

Uh, you children wanna come along
and help get the horse and wagon?

Adam.

We won't be needing this. - Oh?

Well, I... I just
thought you might.

You thought this $50
could buy you off, didn't you?

I wasn't buying anything.
I wanted you to have it.

We're not having
anything, not from you.

It just wouldn't be right.
You understand, Mr. Favor.

It being a rough time, I
only wanted to help out.

Save your sympathy. It
won't bring my pa back.

Thanks anyway, Mr. Favor.

Wait a minute.

Well, I just had
a thought. Uh...

How old are you?

Seventeen.

How are you on a horse?

I can manage.

You think you could rough
it for two, three months?

If you're worried about
my spunk, forget it.

That job your pa wanted, it's
yours if you think you're up to it.

- Oh, Adam...
- You don't give up, do you?

Adam, he's only trying to help.

He's trying to wheel grease
us to forget what he done.

You try and talk
some sense into him.

This is just an
advance on his pay.

I want him here
early in the morning.

Look, if you hate
me, that's fine.

I'm not asking you to give up your
hate. I'm not asking nothing of you.

I'd just like you to be
here early in the morning.

He'll be here, Mr. Favor.

Best money can buy.

Well, they'll do
maybe, for drag.

No, those are cutting
horses, Mr. Favor.

They'll turn on a dime and
give you two bits of change.

What do you think, Adam?

You're the boss.

All right, you got yourself
a deal. Have them shod up.

Yes, sir.

I'm getting some tobacco.
You need anything?

What you doing, boy,
coddling your pa's killer?

Anything else, ma'am?

No. I've gotta go slow.

Oh, hello, Mr. Favor.

Howdy, Gil. FAVOR: Hello.

Adam.

- Everything going all right, Adam?
- Yeah.

I do hope you're not working
him too hard, Mr. Favor.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm
saving him for the trail.

- Heh.
- Well, that'll be, uh, $6.20.

Put it on my account. I'll
take 2 pounds of tobacco.

Well, sure thing, Gil.

- She can pay for it.
- Yes, of course I can.

I know you can, but your
money ain't good until we're gone.

Well, I can't accept
charity, Mr. Favor.

It ain't charity.

Just wanna get something
for the kids. Presents.

How about some new clothes, huh?

Well, I guess that
might be all right.

After all, Adam, food's one
thing, but clothes, they're another.

Why, it's like getting
a luxury or a present.

The kids will be very
much obliged, Mr. Favor.

Well...

Oh...

Oh, won't Martha
be beautiful in this?

I ain't much of a
judge, but I think so.

Uh...

You're sure you wanna
do this, Mr. Favor?

It's not too much, is it?

Mrs. Grant, the hours I
work, I don't have a chance

to spend my money
on much of anything.

So anything that catches your
fancy, I'd really like you to say.

You're very kind.

Uh...

Go ahead, try it on.

Oh.

Go ahead.

Looks like a right
smart little bonnet there.

Oh, and that dress. That
dress there goes with it.

Oh.

Look, you can't take all this stuff.
- Why can't I?

Oh, Adam, can't I have beautiful
things in my life for just once?

Adam, why don't you
go tend the horses?

Are you sure it's
all right, Mr. Favor?

I wouldn't take
no for an answer.

- Put it all on my account.
- Oh, yeah.

Will do, Gil. And
thank you very kindly.

Uh, I'll be out in
just a minute. Okay?

Mr. Favor.

How do you like it?

I'd be eight kinds of a
liar if I said I didn't like it.

Look, I'll help you
home with the wagon

if you could excuse
me for just a minute.

Uh-huh.

Well, looks like Favor
not only killed your pa,

but he's gonna have his
little widow if he's so inclined.

- Gentlemen. JEB:
Say, Gil, we're worried.

Why? Herd's all joined up now.

Jeb here has been telling
me about an inquest,

- that you're being held for it.
- Yeah, that's right.

Then who knows how
long you may be delayed.

Today or tomorrow. As
soon as the judge gets here.

That's what the sheriff said.

I understand there's gonna
be a lot of unfriendly witnesses.

What if you're found
guilty of murder?

It was an accident.
Everybody knows that.

Not everybody says,
you gotta admit that.

You're starting to judge me
ahead of time, aren't you?

Maybe running with cold feet
and making your decisions?

We've got 4,500
head of steer out there.

A good $200,000 on the hoof.

Now, they've got to get to market
before they dry out and rot here.

We'll get them there on time.

What's your guarantee?

Think you're the only ones
with a big stake in this thing?

What about my men? Me?
I've got my life on the line here.

That wasn't our fault.

You got a hundred vultures in this
town hungry enough to eat a man alive,

dogging his footsteps
every step of the way.

Something snaps,
anything can happen.

So don't tell me how much
you got riding out there.

You've got to
understand our position.

Fine, but then you try and
understand mine a little bit.

All I'm asking for
is just a little time.

We'd like less assurance,
Gil, and more action.

One more day.

If you're not on the trail, there'll
be a new boss leading the herd.

Oh... You know, it's
not me I'm worried about.

It's the kids, you know?

You think a man would
strap himself with three kids

if he wanted to marry a girl?

- Yeah, sure he would, if he loved her.
- Mm.

Well, I wouldn't give them
up anyway, not for anything.

Nobody's saying you should.

If I was alone, I'd have no trouble
meeting a man who'd take care of me.

- Would I?
- Oh, no. No trouble at all.

Of course, you know, a single
girl, she's got no responsibilities.

Well, she's got nobody to
worry about except herself.

Oh, but then, I'm
not a single girl.

No, um...

Um, my horse is
favoring a foot there.

I think I better pull
up and check him out.

Being here, you'd never think

there was such a thing
as drought, would you?

That's what I blame for
my man's death, not you.

Do you hear that, drought?

Oh, I hate you.

Oh, come on.

Listen, don't you pay
me no mind, Mr. Favor.

It's just that it just
doesn't seem fair

that my whole life
should just add up to this.

Oh, I know it's awfully
easy for me to say,

but, uh, droughts
do come to an end,

and you are very young.

Oh, young enough to
want the whole world.

Old enough to know better.

Oh, Mr. Favor, as
long as I can remember

there's always been some
kind of drought or another.

The first one was
about a dozen years ago.

It left me an orphan.

I haven't had it
very easy since.

Have you ever been
married, Mr. Favor?

- Yeah, once. She's dead.
- Oh.

Then you had love in you once.

Do you still?

I don't know.

Love or need. I guess
that's what hooks you.

Doesn't seem to make
much difference which.

Maybe we'd better
go on to your place.

You know, I used to
dream of pretty sunsets,

and, oh, of all the
pretty things in the world.

Except now I realize you've
got to have a full belly for it.

Miss Grant...

Oh, please, call me Dolly.

Dolly, for whatever it's worth, I
don't want you to have to worry.

Well, I mean, as a friend,
I'd like to help you out.

At least help you
get back on your feet.

I'm sorry, I couldn't let you.

Not now.

Mom.

Mom. Hi, Mom.

Martha, Jim, come look
what we brought you.

- Look. Enough food to choke a cow.
- Mommy, that's so big.

We're gonna start putting a
little meat on them bones of ours.

Tomorrow you're gonna
have supper with us, Mr. Favor.

- Uh...
- Uh-uh. No ifs.

Look what I got you.

For you.

Gee whillikins, Mom.

- And here.
- Wow, what a beautiful dress.

Well, you can thank Mr. Favor.
He's playing Santa Claus today.

- Gee, thanks, Mr. Favor.
- Oh, thanks.

Now, go try them on,
both of you. Hurry, go on.

It doesn't take much to spread
good cheer around, does it?

I guess not.

Well, I'll see you
tomorrow then.

Oh, uh, I may not look it,

but I can do a lot better
than a son-of-a-gun stew,

and I bet I can beat
your cook to a frazzle.

Well, I'll tell Wishbone
I'm... I'm betting on you.

Bye-bye.

Oh, Adam. Look, everything's taking
a turn for the better. Look at the nice...

- You're slobbering this up, ain't you?
- Adam, what do you mean?

That dress.

Him buying it for you.

Oh, why shouldn't he?

You never loved
Pa at all, did you?

No.

But I never cheated
Mr. Grant, Adam. I...

I married him in good faith.

I cared for him and
for you, for the kids, I...

I gave him full value for all
the time we spent together.

He was a good man, my pa.

Oh, Adam, sure he
was good and kind.

It... It's just that I
never knew him.

I didn't have a chance.

Oh, Adam, what do
you want me to do?

Go through my life hating
for a man I hardly even knew?

My pa's still warm in the grave
and you're taking things from Favor?

Flirting with him.

If he asked you, I'd bet
you'd even marry him.

Well, why not?

A man like that,
with all his money.

Oh... Oh, Adam, he's
hardly ever around.

He's gone for months at a time.

Oh, we wouldn't have
to worry about a thing.

I'd kill you before
you married him.

Then kill Martha
and Jim too, Adam.

Because without me there's
nobody to fend for them.

Is that what you want?

I just want you to act like you
felt something for my father, so...

So his marrying you wasn't like
hitching up with a cheap woman.

Which is what you are, isn't
it? All the way through. Cheap.

Cheap. Cheap. Cheap.

Adam, when your father
married me, he made you my son.

Well, he's dead now and
I ain't your son anymore.

Well, the kids are mine.

Anything I do, I do for them.

I'll take care of the kids.

And if you're dead?

Don't try to kill the one man

who's gonna take care of
us for the rest of our lives.

Coffee ready yet?

Been ready for hours.

You wanna try some?

Guaranteed to bust your
buttons and heal all wounds.

Well, this place sure
gives me the willies.

I hope we get out of here soon.

You, uh, still
wrestling in your mind?

You know, I used
to be a wrestler.

Did I ever tell you
what I did to Brazos Bill?

Catch-as-catch-can,
no holds barred?

Brazos Bill was one of the wiliest,
hairiest, skin-graftingest wrestlers

this side of the
Mississippi, and I...

You're not listening.

You're still worried
about that inquest?

Yeah, a mite.

I'm more worried about
the girl and those kids.

She's not much more
than a kid herself.

Don't let her age
and size fool you.

From what I see, she can
take care of herself and you too.

Spit it out. What
are you trying to say?

You're walking into
a trap a mile wide.

I know what I'm doing.

Mm, do you?

You two is acting like I was gonna
up and marry this kid or something.

I didn't say that word.

What's wrong with
the word anyways?

You can't take
over for that man.

I'm not trying to
take over for nobody.

It was an accident. You can't strap
yourself to this the rest of your life.

Nobody owes anybody that much.

Crazy, senseless
way that it happened.

Well, you did all you can.

Don't tell me what I
can do or what I can't do.

Just butt out of my
business, will you?

Hey, sheriff.

Whenever is the
judge gonna get back?

Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.

Look, I can't take
any more maybes.

If I don't get my herd out of here
and get some new grazing, well...

Well, it's gonna ruin them.

You gave me your word. Stay put.

But for how long?

The owners are losing
patience, and I can't blame them.

I can't help that. You'll
just have to sweat it out.

Look, I'll tell you what, then.

Let me deliver the herd, and
put off the inquest until I get back.

There's a little
matter of the people.

There are some of them who
want your head right now, Gil.

Now, if I turn you loose,
they might get stupid.

Well, I'm willing
to take that chance.

You'll wait for the judge.

Gil, you've killed somebody.

Mr. Favor, you were here once
before, and that's once too often.

I don't want no trouble.

I was invited here to supper.

It appears to me trouble
is what you are looking for,

if you aim to stay around here.

Please stand aside.

I've invited Mr. Favor to have
dinner with me and my family.

I have every right to do that.

For purposes of really eating?

Or just stuffing
the golden goose?

Oh, just let him through.

Oh, please, Mr. Favor,
no more. Please.

Look, I come here
to eat. I plan to eat.

You'll eat over our dead bodies.

Come on, Mr. Favor. Butcher
us like you did Mr. Grant.

Please, just go. For
my sake, please go.

Remember the inquest.

Oh, you scared me.

Scared you? You could've
got your head blowed off.

Shh. You'll wake the
kids. They're so tired.

You're acting like I should
have expected you or something.

Didn't you? After what
happened at my camp?

You could have waited
till daylight anyways.

No, no, not another
minute. It just wasn't safe.

This ain't no place
for you neither.

Huh. Well, you tell me
where there's a place for me.

Back in town where there's
other womenfolk around.

A school for the
youngsters, church to go to.

And how do I make
out in a place like that?

Well, just like everybody else.

You settle down,
you start living.

With three kids on my hands
and nobody to take care of me?

- Well...
- Oh, please, tell me, Mr. Favor.

With homes for miles
around breaking up

because there's not enough food.

With men and women cutting each
other's throats for any kind of work.

You tell me.

Oh.

Oh, Gil, take me with you.

Just me and the
kids, wherever you go.

I'm sorry, but I just can't.

Well, I'll work my way.

I'm a good cook.

And, uh, well, I'll mend
your clothes and I...

I'll wash, I'll...

I'll do anything.

Anything.

And I... Oh, I promise
you, I won't get in your way.

Look, you just don't realize
what a trail drive is like.

Oh, will it be any easier here?

Look, I just can't. Not
one woman with 20 men.

Mr. Favor, you can't
leave me behind.

You go and I...

I don't know what I'll
do or where I'll turn. I...

I don't know how
we'll fend for ourselves.

I just don't know.

Look, things will
work out, Dolly.

Only if you take me with you.

Well, think of all the talk
there'd be if you went.

Oh, I don't care about the talk.

Dolly, you've got some money
now, and I'll see you get more.

Anything you need,
I'll see that you get it.

You just don't want me around.

Well, not on the trail.

You don't care
what happens to me.

- Dolly...
- I'm not good enough for you.

That's it, isn't it?

Look, you're just a child.

I'll show you what kind
of child I am, Mr. Favor.

You can keep your good will
and your precious few dollars,

because I can't use them.

Will you be reasonable?
I'm doing the best I can.

Well, your best
isn't good enough.

Well, what in the world were you
expecting? Marriage or something?

Oh, I don't want
anything from you now.

Just let me go.

What are you gonna do?

Anything I have to do to get by.

Good evening, Mrs. Grant.

What are you doing
here at this time of night?

Well, I had a long talk
with Mr. Carter yesterday.

And I'm here to see him.

He finds me very attractive.

He wants me to
work for him in here.

Are you out of your mind?

Oh, no, it's a good job.

Pays good.

Well, if you've got
the stomach for it.

Well, what are you
offering instead?

You...

Oh, you... You man!

Wait a minute.

Gil, what's the
matter? What's wrong?

You got no help here working for
you at the store, that's what's wrong.

You wake me up out of a deep
sleep to tell me I need help?

Yeah, I'm telling you that Dolly
Grant is gonna be working for you.

Here's a hundred dollars.
Four months' salary.

What?

Gil.

We've been out
looking over the herd.

There isn't a bit of
grass left to nibble.

Give it up, Gil. There'll
be another herd next time.

I just want another day.

Don't make it tougher than it is.
We've got to get that herd out today.

There's another man ready to
take over. He's waiting for us in town.

We'll be turning the bills of sale over
to him. I'd like to have them back, Gil.

Thanks.

The judge just got in town.
He's ready for the inquest.

- Did Mr. Grant strike Mr. Favor first?
- I didn't see him.

You were able to see
punches thrown by Mr. Favor,

but none by Mr. Grant?

That's right.

Burt Stone.

Now, did, uh, Mr. Favor's
fist kill Mr. Grant,

or was his death due to the way
his head struck the top of the post?

Hell, he hit him, didn't he?

Now, look here, you're under
oath, and I want direct answers.

I've got six weeks of
docket to get through.

Answer my question.

Did you see it as intentional?

I mean, deliberate,
without provocation?

Favor had no necessary
cause to hit that man.

Was there a lot of tension?

Feelings rising to
the breaking point?

All we wanted was jobs.

I take it you didn't get one?

No.

Mr. Gil Favor.

Yeah, I did hit him, all right.

Did you have to?

Well, I guess I could've
let him pound away at me,

but it just didn't occur
to me at the time.

Mm.

And you claim that you
struck out in self-defense?

Yes, sir, that's right. - Mm.

Did you have to
hit him that hard?

I asked you, Mr. Favor,

did you have to hit Fred
Grant as hard as you did?

Well, I got to admit I
was pretty lathered up.

I was bothered with all the
pushing and the shoving,

and was bothered about
having to hire one man out of ten

and knowing the other
nine were gonna go hungry.

I'd been price gouged
and snipe rustled.

It was hot.

And I was hot.

Well, I still can't say
exactly how hard I hit him.

But I guess I did hit him hard
enough to bounce him off that post.

Mm.

Step down.

The incident leading to this
case was plainly unfortunate.

And nothing about
the testimony is clear.

In fact, the only clear thing about
it is the plight everybody is in.

A hundred men, only a few jobs.

That gets people stretching
the truth about trouble.

It's my calculated belief

that the witnesses have
traded reason for hate

and a scapegoat.

Therefore, my decision is
that the death was accidental.

Case dismissed.

Accidental!

Gil. FAVOR: Huh?

You still got the herd. We argued
around, but we didn't make a deal.

Here you go. FAVOR: Thanks.

Mr. Favor!

In my book, you're still
guilty of killing my father.

The law says it was
an accident, boy.

I don't aim to let
you off, Mr. Favor.

I want you to draw.

Adam, don't!

You stay out of this, Dolly. This
is between Mr. Favor and me.

I told you I'm sorry
about your pa, boy.

I've tried to make up for it. I
can't do no more than that.

Sorry isn't good
enough, Mr. Favor.

I said, draw!

Look, I don't want to hurt you,

but if you force me,
I am gonna kill you.

You tell your men to clear back.
This is between you and me.

Adam, don't you see he'll...
- Dolly, move!

All right, then, boy.

If this is how you want it,

go ahead.

Go on.

Go on with Rowdy, huh?

Oh, you...

You man!

You scared me so much, I...

What are we gonna do? I
don't know where we're...

Oh, shut up. DOLLY: Ow! Ow!

You are going to go to work for
Charlie at the store here, young lady.

He's agreed to take you
on for four months' trial.

Now, if you shape up,

- you can write your own ticket.
- Oh!

And I'm betting you can
make good. Right? Right.

And there'll be no more thoughts
of trail drives or saloons or...

Or nothing. Right?

Yes, sir.

Right.

And, um, good luck.

Head them up!

Move them out!