All language subtitles for 2021_She.Was.The.Deputys.Wife.WEB-DL-Eng

- Just hang on.

What is this?

Hanging's not till tomorrow.

- Bob says now.

- Marshal's not even here.

Lemmy, it's Sunday for God's sake.

- Believe he's planning to get
it done before church starts.

- I'll be out in a minute.

Just wait out here.

Mabel's still sleeping.

Bastard. Always gotta show off.

I thought you'd be next to me when I woke.

- Couldn't sleep.

Not well, at least.

- Bob's fixing to hang that
horse thief this morning.

- It's Sunday.

- My thoughts exactly.

You best stay here.

- I must get ready for church.

- One week without won't hurt.

Do as I say Mabel.

I don't want you to see this.

I'll be home for supper.

- Thought you needed a bath

before you went to meet
your maker.

- You smell that?

When that sun first came up this morning,

I got my first breath
of fresh air, I thought,

"Goddamn! It smells like
a good day for a hanging."

- You think I don't know the reason?

Why you don't wanna wait a day to kill me?

- Get in there and put some irons on him.

The noose is set.

If you wanna try something,
a struggle of some sort,

well, we won't have to use it.

- I'll be waiting for you.

Me and the devil.

- Go on!

- Gather round, folks!

Time to watch a hanging!

Now, now, Merriweather.

If anyone's going to shoot
this bastard, it'll be me.

- Bob!

I need you to help get that boy down.

- Bob?

You met The Almighty in person,

you wouldn't call him by
his first name, would you?

- Sheriff.

I cannot conduct services
with him up there.

- Don't you worry none, I'll get him down,

right after this one falls
through that trap door.

- Bob.

Sheriff.

This is the Lord's day.

- Well, he can have it back in

less than half an hour.

- Thought we were waiting for the marshal.

- We'll let him hang up there long enough

for the marshal to get a good look.

- Who in the hell is that?

- His boy, I imagine.

- He don't belong to me.

- Well, another thief, I'm sure.

- What's he doing all the way up there?

- I don't suppose you climbed up there

to save your friend's life?

- He can't talk.

Someone cut out his tongue.

- Cut out his tongue.

Well, I hope you got some other reason.

Hate to see you waste your time.

Deputy, care to come along?

- Get a move on.

- I bet you never had so many people

waiting to hear what you had to say.

Almost like someone cut
your tongue out, too.

- Get on with it.

- Good morning, folks.

I know this might seem like
an unusual time for this

but there's never a bad
time to see justice done.

And that is what you're about to see.

This man is a horse thief.

A jackal.

Been scavenging on the
outskirts of our town.

And like all bad men, his
bad got the best of him.

Let this be a demonstration.

A symbol of what happens
when evil comes around here.

- I got something to say.

- You had your chance.

- He has the right to a few words.

- What's the expression?

Wax eloquent.

- What this man says here is right.

I tried to own something
that didn't belong to me.

But the truth is, it didn't
belong to no one else, either.

You can take what was once free,

and you could call it yours,

but it ain't unless it wants to be.

I just ask that no one hurts
themselves on my behalf.

- If that
ain't wishful thinking.

- Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Telegram!

From Marshal Graham.

- Take off the noose.

- It stays where it is!

We might hang him in a minute.

Read it.

- Leaving Mammoth this morning, stop.

Arriving by noon, stop.

Questions for prisoner, stop.

Must be alive, stop.

- While you're at it,
take him back to the jail.

He'll hang!

By my word, he'll hang by nightfall!

I'll take my breakfast.

- Get on.

- What are you doing here?

- The whole town was.

- I told you it'd be best
to stay in the house.

- That house doesn't own me, Jonathan.

- I just want what's best for you.

To keep you safe.

- Or it's that you don't want your wife

to see the things you take part in.

- My part is the law, and I
do my best to abide by it.

As we all should.

- As you wish.

- You talk to me less and less these days.

- My father warned you I was a quiet girl.

- He told me it would pass with time.

- Well, I'm sorry what he
sold you was not what you

bargained for.
- Mabel, what has

become of you?

- A woman can change just like a man.

- Even when the seasons change,

they don't do so without reason.

- It will pass.

Soon, there will be no reason for concern.

I promise you.

Go on back to the house.

I'll be there shortly.

- I won't be coming home.

There's a boy up on the church.

Got to get him down somehow.

- A boy?

- One of the horse thief's friends.

Must've climbed up

this morning.
- Marcus.

I hope you can get him down.

Please.

Take care of yourself.

- Another second and I'd have pulled it,

and you'd have dropped
like a sack of potatoes.

- Damn it, Lemmy, look
what you made me done.

- There ain't nothing wrong
with a little dust in it.

- Quit it. Quit it!

Get over here and help me pick it up.

- No, thank you.

- Get your skinny, little
butt on down the street

and buy me another plug.

Quit it, dog.

- Sure.

You got a couple dollars you can give me?

Pay me for my time?

- Don't tell me your
pockets got holes in them.

Sheriff pays you as well as
he pays me, probably better.

- Anyhow I might get something
to satisfy my sweet tooth.

Want me to get you anything?

- Something sharp.

- You're going to need more than that

to get your way out of here.

- There's only one man I'm aiming to kill.

- Get!

Get out of it.

You ain't been gone long enough to.

- Let him out and take his chains off.

- Ma'am?

- Set the prisoner free.

- Mabel, don't do this.

- What the
hell are you thinking?

- That I don't want to kill you.

- You shot me!

- Get out of here!

- Lemmy!

Lemmy!

Lemmy!

- Where are they?

The keys!
- Shouldn't have done this.

- Paul, where are they?

- He's got them.

- Lemmy!
- Mabel, no!

- Give me the keys!

- Shoot the!

- Mabel, you have to get out of here.

- There's no going back.

They'll be coming.

- Horses?

- I didn't think that far.

Head to the corral.

Are you ready?
- Yes.

- Get down!

- What damn fool's
interrupting my breakfast?

- There's shooting out there.
- Sheriff, you gotta come!

- The hell's going on out there?

- Merriweather's lying
in the street, Sheriff.

With his guts shot out.

Mabel's inside the jail.

- Mabel Williams?

- Sheriff, I think she's-

- Fetch Jonathan.

- But Sheriff, I-
- Now!

Every man with a gun, follow me!

- Come on, get down, son.

Come on, there's no sense in this.

- Careful!

- Jon.

Jon!

- He's busy.

- Merriweather's been shot.

Paul's fixing to escape.

Mabel's inside the jail.

- No, she's not.

- I seen her myself.

She's gone in the jail with him.

- Go home and see that she's there.

- I told you, I seen her with my own eyes.

- You heard what I said.

- What about the boy?

- He's safer up
there than anywhere else.

- Goddamn, Smithey, I owe you a drink.

- He's still inside?

- Yeah, Smithey here's
been holding him down.

- Yeah, me and two other
fellas, we got them surrounded.

They'd gotten away

if we hadn't-
- Hey!

When are you gonna finish my shave?

- Soon as it gets back to normal.

- You seen any sign of my wife?

- No.

Heard that shotgun blast,

so I came out of the shop
to see what's going on.

Always bring my rifle when
I hear a shotgun blast.

- Sheriff, she's inside.

- She's probably a hostage,
if she's still alive.

We would've killed him this morning.

- I will now.

- What?

- Damn, he ain't kidding.

- Let her out, you hear me?

She's got nothing to do with this!

Mabel.

- Either that son of a bitch is a bad shot

or I reckon-
- He doesn't want to kill him.

- What did I miss?

- Well, he can't stay in there forever.

- Marshal will be here soon.

- Yeah, he's due around noon.

- Hey, Smithey.

You ready for that drink?

- Damn.

Sheriff, you know I can't
hold a glass of whiskey

and this rifle all at once.

Hell, maybe in my younger years.

- Deputy?

- Not thirsty.

- Well, if they come out,

I want to be the first to know.

- They?

- We use you for ransom.

We'll get some horses,

and we'll slip past them.

They don't know why you're here.

- He knows.

Or he will, soon.

- You don't belong to him.

And our fate doesn't, to any of them.

Hey, we'll find a way.

- Mrs. Williams.

I know you ain't here.

Mabel?

Making supper.

Dumb bastard, told you
she was in the jail.

Where's the sheriff at?

- Oh, he's over there wetting his whistle.

- Jonathan.

Mabel wasn't at the house.

- No, she's in the jail.

- Uh-huh.

- Between you and me,
I never liked him much.

- Sheriff?

- What do you want?

- It's me. Lemmy.

- No shit.

- I've been doing some thinking

and I've come to thinking

I know why Mabel's in there with him.

- Well?

- Never had no wife before,

so I guess I've never had no horse thief

take her captive, neither.

Also, I've never used a rifle on a man.

Or any other gun for that matter.

Just rabbits.

Lots of them.

- Deputy, I'd like to bend
your ear for a moment.

Jonathan, does it puzzle
you as it puzzles me

that Mabel found herself inside the jail?

- I plan on asking her that question

after I deliver her and shoot the bastard.

- See, I went in that saloon
to kinda ponder things.

Sort of see things more clear-like.

- Sheriff, if you have something to say

I'd prefer you just say it outright.

- I think you already know.

It was your wife that broke in there

and tried to break him out.

Most likely, it was your
wife that shot my jailer.

She's the cause all of this mess.

Deputy, will you stand by
as nothing but a cuckold?

- I was wrong, Mabel.

We might not leave this place.

- Whatever happens...

It'll be together.

- Marshal Graham, I'm Lemmy.

Pleased to meet you.

- I assume he is still alive?

- Well, yes, I wouldn't kill
him without you being here.

- Well, I must speak with
him as soon as possible.

- That isn't possible.

At the moment.

- Oh. I see.

- Never fails.

I'm gone a few minutes and crap happens.

- I assume he's in the jail?

- With his wife.

- You've clearly laid siege.

Has he tried to escape with his prisoner?

- We've got riflemen on all sides.

- I made sure he couldn't go anywhere.

- He's trapped in there
like a fox in his hole.

- There are more clever
ways to catch a fox

than with one of those.

- I just noticed you ain't carrying.

- Never saw a need for such a thing.

- What? Hey, wait!

- Jon!

- What the hell was that?

I should have you arrested.

Do you hear me?
- Leave him be.

Find someone to stop the
blood, or do it yourself.

- Lemmy, go fetch Mrs. Wade.

- A place for conversation?

- This way.

- You as well.

- Is he going to be okay?

- Yeah.

- I did not mean to cause all this.

- No, you didn't.

- You have a parlor?

Private room?

- Marshal.
- Marshal!

- Not that comes to mind.

Everyone!

Leave!

Shouldn't she be gone, too?

- Mrs. Wade?

That is your name?

- It is.

- Mrs. Wade, you are
privy to a conversation,

one that is going to mention things

not to be spoken outside this room.

I trust you understand?

- I do.

- Do you?

- Yes, sir.

- I suppose,
by now, gentlemen,

it would be pointless to retrace the steps

that led us to this
situation across the street.

I must say, though,

I find it compelling,

almost with a touch of Shakespeare

that your wife

has become not only a prominent figure

in this current action,

but is, in fact, the cause
of our current trouble.

Sheriff, I assume you have
exhausted all strategies?

- Well, we storm them out.

Men in front, men behind,

and we throw a torch in
there, smoke them out.

They won't burn to death.

They want to live, I guarantee that.

When they come out, we grab them.

If they come out shooting, we shoot them.

Otherwise, we hang him as planned.

- I take no pleasure in repeating myself.

Paul does not die

until I've given my word.

- What use does he have alive?

- This horse thief, I
followed for some time.

You might say I've been on his trail.

Not too long ago, he
seized a certain animal.

Not any regular animal,

a prized stallion from
Belle Meade, in Tennessee.

The thief apprehended the beast

while it was being
transported from back east.

Then, not a week ago, he
brought this stolen property

to a ranch not far from here,

owned by a man named Timberlake.

- Please try and keep still.

- This Timberlake,

it is not clear if he was
an associate of Paul's

or merely a pawn in his scheme.

Nevertheless, he was-

- Killed dead.

- I see word travels fast.

As you say, the rancher was murdered,

perhaps by the horse thief,

or it could have been by the
man who purchased the stallion.

- What man? Do you have a name?

- I have not been able to find it,

but his tracks, and those of the horse,

I'd followed a great deal, and
they are nowhere to be found.

So, I must speak to Paul

to learn who has taken what's been stolen,

to find where they've taken it,

and to return this invaluable possession

to its rightful owner.

- I'm finished.

- As I said.

Sheriff, I believe the
right course of action

is to lure them out,

perhaps with a promise of freedom,

or else, even their courage
might get the best of them.

Deputy, what are your thoughts?

What might you do to get your wife back?

- She's no longer my wife.

- Goddamn.

Marshal, you wait right here and see.

- Iago?

- Lemmy.

Well, Lamule is the
name my mother gave me.

- Thank you, Pastor, for
making me feel so at home.

I surely like it here.

You are very kind.

- You are very welcome.

Sheriff, will you please get him down?

- That's what I'm here for.

- Thank you.

This is Lenie Muller.

She just arrived from Germany.

- Welcome to America, hold my horse.

- No!

- Hey, horse thief!

Look'ee here!

Got your boy!

You were so preoccupied, I
decided to use the rope on him.

- Fool's errand.

- You come on out now, and
I just might let you live.

Mrs. Williams, too.

You should have seen him fly.

He flew like a goddamn bird!

- They'll kill us now, won't they?

- No.

Not until he asks what he wants.

Then, we just save our lives.

- Should we go pick him up?

- There's really no reason for it.

You may want to go retrieve
that symbol of authority.

It's yours now.

After all, this man's too conflicted

for such responsibility.

- Oh, Jesus!

- We know he's a better shot than that.

- No shit.

- Graham!

- Well, this
ought to be interesting.

- Shoot him.

- No.

Mabel!

Not yet.

- Murderer.

- Now, let's not waste time with insult.

Anyway, I didn't kill the boy.

- You might as well have,

and there's no telling who will be next.

- Are we going to discuss
our business affairs

or is she gonna shoot me in the back?

- Well, she might.

- Where is it?

The stallion.

You are aware that I am your
only means of deliverance?

- I know you'll shoot me, Graham.

What about her?

- The hero.

Always more concerned for
the woman than himself.

- Oh, we're all villains here,
Graham, of varying degrees.

- She may live.

I have no ill will toward her,

but I can't speak for
what her husband might do.

You see, he's quite upset.

- I'll show you where the horse is.

Give us till dark.

- I see.

A bittersweet farewell.

Not past 12.

- Oh, we'll come out.

- "And we have heard
the chimes of midnight."

Or we soon shall.

When the town's fast
asleep, they'll come out.

- What happens then?

- I think it best that
this be a private matter.

- Oh.

Yes, sir.

I believe I have enough material
to write the first edition.

- You have
proven yourself useful.

- Yes, sir.

I ain't going nowhere.

- Sheriff, I trust you'll stand by.

- By your side.

- And I am to wait.

"Though waiting so be hell."

- Would you like another, Jon?

- I'll have one more.

Did you hear me?

Where'd everyone run off?

- Home.

Where we all should be.

- There's no home to go back to.

You wear it on the inside,

so they don't know who you
are unless you want them to.

- I'm gonna relieve myself.

- You do that.

- I'll check on him to make
sure he doesn't fall in.

- Would it be so bad if he did?

- What's that letter?

In your coat?

- Ain't none of your concern.

You can't do this!

I'm the sheriff!

- "For my husband.

I have not been your
wife for some time now.

And, perhaps I never was,

in the ways that you wanted.

You will remember this
Sunday, four weeks past,

when the widower, Timberlake,
lost his own wife.

He was alone, and shouldn't be.

The lie I told to myself,

that you would be glad
to see me go awhile,

was the turn side of the truth.

I did not know it yet,

but it was I who wanted to be gone.

To be free.

And that is something I
didn't know was missing,

until I felt it.

I think a woman doesn't know
what it means to be on her own.

She grows up with her mother

and her father telling her, keeping her.

And before she's old
enough, a man comes along.

She has no time.

She doesn't really know if
anything is for her, because,

she's never really been just her."

- Get up, come on!

Get up!

Get up!

Go!

Yah.

- Mabel, my sister's son, Paul.

- Ma'am.

Looks like you've never
seen a horse before.

- I have.

- Where did you get this one from?

He eats like a bear but it
looks like his mama was a wolf.

- Oh, trust me, when he ain't eating,

he's talking too much to be either.

- It's true.

- Where'd you find this one?

- She's been helping me
through ever since Mary passed.

- Thank you.

- Where are the horses from?

- Many places.

Why?

- That white horse is beautiful.

Were they wild?

- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do with them?

- He brought them here to sell, Mabel.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

- Can I have some more peas, please?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- "I wanted to believe him,

but some part of me knew."

- Yah!

Pull in.

- Where'd you really find those horses?

They all got brands on them.

The stallion, it's not wild.

- It was, once.

Just as you are, once.

- I'll be headed to town
now, to fetch my husband.

He'll be along shortly with the sheriff.

I suggest you leave.

Those horses aren't yours to sell!

- Yeah, and why's that?

Huh?

Someone else stole them first.

They were taken from their land.

From their own.

So, what does it mean

that I took something that was
never theirs to begin with?

- Then, why don't you sit them free?

- I think it's you that
wants to be set free.

If you want to go, I ain't stopping you.

You tell the sheriff, but I ain't leaving.

- "I should have come to you.

Part of me will never know why I didn't.

When I returned, a stranger had arrived.

He'd come for the white horse."

- That's my final offer.

Does it not suit you?

- It's not for sale.

- I've traveled a good
distance to make this purchase,

and I don't intend to
leave until it's complete.

- Marcus, go tend to the horses.

- But I just did!
- Move, boy.

Move.

- There's nothing for
purchase around here,

so I think it'd be best

if you hop on your horse and you get out.

- If there's another buyer-

- There isn't.

Those horses are
rightfully owned by no one.

- By my recollection,

we had an agreement.

Are you aware that the authorities

might want to know your whereabouts?

- I'm aware of who you are,

and I don't think it'd look very good

for a marshal to be buying stolen horses.

Would it?

- Godspeed.

- I'm a-guessing she has
something to do with this.

Wouldn't be the first time

you've went after something
that wasn't yours.

- She's free to do what she wants.

- Well, what do you want
to do with the horses?

- Let them go.

- "And later that same
day, he honored his word.

As I watched them run free I felt,

for the first time in my life,

I was, too."

Why did you change your course?

- Maybe I've been going
the wrong direction

for awhile now.

It only took a small touch
to send me the other way.

- When I was very young, I
would sneak out of my window

after my father went to sleep,

and I'd just wander around
in the woods for hours,

not scared of the dark,
not afraid to be alone.

One night, I saw this
beautiful white mare.

She was moving through the
thicket and she came so close,

I could almost touch her.

The next morning, my father
put boards on the window,

and not a month after that,
I saw that white mare.

She was in a stable on the edge of town.

She had been broken in,

and she did not look at all
like she did that night,

but I knew it was her.

- You don't belong to me, Mabel.

Or to any man, for that matter.

- "I cannot describe these horrors."

Oh, my God!
- Marcus!

Hey, hey, Marcus.
- Oh my!

- Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, Marcus!

Marcus!

Who did this?

Who did it?

Marcus.

You're okay.

- "But I can tell you

that I have never seen such evil."

- Mabel, you need to get home.

- No.

- I don't know what's gonna happen, okay?

But I do know that if you stay here,

it won't get any better.

- "A couple of
days after my return,

the word around town was
they captured a horse thief

upon orders from the county marshal.

I did not know where I should be.

There was no home, anymore, to go to.

How many words could it take
to explain these things?

By the time you've read
the ones I've chosen,

I may be dead, or soon will be.

It was never my want to cause you pain,

only to know what it means to be free."

- Get the marshal!

- No need to strain your voice, Paul.

I've been waiting.

- If we come out now,

do I have your word

that no one will shoot on me or the lady?

- You have my word as
an officer of the peace.

Put the gun down, Paul,

and there'll be no more
unnecessary violence.

- Only the necessary kind,
ain't that right, Marshal?

- Deputy.

Your wife and her new man, here,

have decided to turn themselves in.

- The boy should be given a proper burial.

- Put your gun down and I'll see to it

that he gets what he deserves.

- Come on!

I think the only way is to go around.

- Stop.
- Don't!

- You're not gonna stop us.

- Mabel.

You're free.

- I told you he doesn't die!

- I wasn't aiming for him.

- You've ruined everything.

He was the only one that knew.

- She knows.

She was there.

You thought you got the
best of Lemmy, didn't you?

Always treating me like
you're better than me.

- Coward.

- That'll do.

We have some business to attend to.

- What now, Graham?

He's dead.

- There's no doubt in your mind

that she knows where my stallion is?

- I wouldn't be surprised
if he knows, too.

She probably told him in that letter.

- You read that letter.
- Quiet!

Mabel, I've got some plans
for you, too, darling.

- This correspondence...

Where is it?

- May I?

What do you think's going to
happen to her when you're gone?

- I told you it was a bad
idea to bring her here.

- I think Mrs. Wade knows, now,

the meaning of discretion,

and there will be much
bloodshed in the time coming up.

We need you, Deputy,

and your estranged wife to live,

so that you can give me back
what is rightfully mine.

- You don't know what's right anymore.

You never did.

- Marshal, I brought some
food for the woman, may I?

- In a short while.

And she may not have a tongue to taste.

Smithey?

- Yes, Marshal?

- You are a barber, if
I remember correctly?

- Yes, sir.

- Would you happen to
have your straight razor?

Could I borrow it?

- Marshal, with all due respect,

this ain't what I bargained for.

I'd just soon take my rifle

and leave you all alone
to your own affairs.

- Why, of course.

Sheriff?

Can you think of any reason
why he shouldn't take leave?

- Not at all.

Smithey, have a good night.

- Now, I trust that we shall
have no more interruptions.

Sheriff, would you be so kind

as to hold the prisoner's head for me?

- Gladly.

- Please!

Stop.

I'll tell you what you want to know.

- Where's my stallion?

- Paul...

He set it free.

- Noble gesture.

And a lie.

I've never seen a thief so generous.

Perhaps you'll tell me the truth.

- Jon.

- You wouldn't recognize the truth.

- Try me.

- "If they prick us, do we not bleed?"

- We have similar tastes.

Shame.

Soon, you won't have any taste.

- "If they tickle us."

- Mabel, please.

- "Do we not laugh?

If they poison us, do we not die?

And if they wrong us."

- "Shall we not revenge?"

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- Oh, I wish I could've done more.

- Thank you.

- He may come back again.

- Mabel, you have to leave now.

- Wake the town.

- "And Caesar's spirit,
raging with revenge."

- Do you have someplace you can go?

- The ranch.

I feel safe there.

What are you going to do?

- Make sure Graham doesn't follow you.

- Jonathan.
- Mabel.

I meant what I said.

You're free.

- Yah!

Yah.

- "With Ate by his side,

come straight from hell."

- Marshal Graham, you're under arrest.

- "Shall in these confines
and with a monarch's voice

cry 'Havoc!' and let
slip the dogs of war!"

- Deputy.

- Come with me.