All language subtitles for Walker Independence s01e06 Random Acts.eng

Tom murdered Liam Collins.

I wish you would have
come to me sooner.

I mean, why wouldn't you trust
me with something like this?

I think I know
who killed Liam Collins

and it wasn't Tom.

- Then who?
- The old sheriff,

my mentor, Otis Clay.

Why would a retired sheriff

kill the man
sent to replace him?

Well, what if retirement
wasn't his idea?

Come on, think about it.

We both know what
Otis is capable of

when someone gets in his way.

I mean,
the man is prideful to a fault.

That'd go a long way
towards providing motive.

Besides, from what I gather
from Ruby, it wasn't Griffin.

I should've came to you
sooner with my suspicions.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I wish you had.

But I still have

too many unanswered questions
with Otis,

starting with where he was
the night Liam was killed.

And even more damning,

the undertaker
was able to recover a .36.

Otis carries a .36 caliber.

Exactly.

And you know who doesn't?

Tom.

I wonder what Otis
would have to say for himself.

And that's why I think we...

should pay him a visit.

You comin'?

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Hoyt!

Ah, damn it.

Francis.
It's good to see you.

How's, uh, how's Lucia doin'?

Visiting her abuelita.

Hadn't seen her
since Founders' Day.

N-Not that I was looking
for any particular reason.

So, how's
everything out at the ranch?

It's been a struggle
since the cattle were stolen.

Cash is tight, but we'll manage.

I heard about the shootout.
What you did.

The question is, how are you?

Eh. It's just a scratch, really,
you know, a little sore,

you know, a small price to pay

to keep innocent folks
out of harm's way.

When we heard you were shot,
we were worried.

We want you to be
around for a while.

We?

Ah...

I know we're bad at showing it,

but Anna Maria and I, we...

we always considered you
part of the family.

You know, it was your father's
idea that we settle here.

There was a big oak tree
right over there.

What? That old stump
behind the dentist?

Yeah, they cut it down

so they could build
the Side Step,

but, years ago, it was the
only shade for miles around.

And when your father and I,
we spotted it,

he said, right then and there,

"This is where
we build the future."

You were born in a small cabin
just outside of town.

Even though your father
never saw you grow up,

you're still the firstborn
son of Independence.

Take pride in that, mijo.

Take pride in that.

Good to see you, Hoyt.

Your father and I,
we were supposed

to run this ranch together.

Maybe there's still a place
for a Rawlins after all.

Come by later. We'll talk
about the future, hmm?

Huh, I'll be damned.

Ethan, were you gonna tell me
you'd be early?

- And if I had?
- I would have thrown you a parade.

Well, your presence
is parade enough.

Well, that's very flattering,

but if I'm not mistaken...
Which I rarely am...

We're not supposed to meet
for a few more days.

Yes, that was the plan,

but I heard about
the Eli McDowd debacle

and I got on the first coach
that I could,

just to make sure
you were safe and sound.

As you would for any
other detective in the field.

I wouldn't leave the office
for about half of them.

You know how I feel about you.

Oh, that's done.

Let's just... let's stick
to business, shall we?

I can't pretend
that we never happened, Kate.

It's easy.
You should try it.

Now, can I please tell you

about how Tom Davidson
killed Liam Collins?

Of course.
What do you have?

I have a witness.
The wife.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

Will she testify?

Plus evidence to suggest motive.

The Davidsons, they're
buying up land and properties

under all these company aliases.

And you realize that owning
property is not evidence,

especially for murder.

I would say eyewitness testimony
is, wouldn't you?

Yes, I would,
but only if she testifies.

Otherwise, I need more.
I need something tangible.

Yes, Katherine, I will meet
with your witness tomorrow.

Good man.

You know, I knew you'd listen
to reason eventually.

- Hi.
- Morning.

So, I have some good news.

Our meeting has been moved up
to tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Hmm.

I thought
we had a few more days.

Well, we did, and then
Ethan arrived early, so...

All right, where is he?

He's upstairs, resting up.

Kate Carver, are you
sleeping with your boss?

Listen to me, first of all,
Ethan is not my boss.

He is my handler...
That is a glorified messenger

who couldn't cut it
in the field.

Second of all, what we had...
Had, past tense... was fun

and is not happening anymore.

Now, please, God, enough about
my disintegrated love life.

Um, I know that I don't have
to tell you

that tomorrow
is serious business,

and I've been thinking
we may need more

than a couple of
Davidson shell companies.

I was going to ask you
if you feel comfortable

going against Tom in public?

- Testify?
- Mm-hmm.

It would be
his word against mine.

Well, we need a stronger case.

I thought
that's what Ethan is for.

Doesn't he have the resources

to open up a real investigation?

Yes, he does, but we still
have to be thorough.

When things like this proceed
without caution,

people... people get hurt.

And I refuse
to make that mistake.

I will find out what I can.

Oh, well, hiya, sunshine.

What brings you to Hagan's
on this beautiful morning?

Just looking
for Sheriff Davidson.

He's not at the jailhouse.
Have you seen him?

He hasn't left his new office.

Thank you.

Bye, Kai.

Hi.

He didn't even know I was here.

I think he likes you.

Yeah, well, what can I say?

I have that effect
on some people.

That's not a heart
I'm willing to break.

- Sheriff.
- Kai.

You wanted to see me?

Is this about the other night
at the restaurant?

I understand you
used to work the railroads.

Did you ever see or speak
to the men in charge?

Never spoke.
Only saw them at the fights.

The fights?

We work long hours.
We were underfed and underpaid.

To earn extra money,

the workers
would fight each other.

Fights.

Aw, hell no.

Tricky son of a bitch!
That's a sacred tree stump!

What else can you tell me
about these fights?

The bosses would dust off
their top hats

and watch.

Place bets.

For us, it was life or death.

For them, a source of amusement.

A spectacle.

Did you ever fight?

Get your damn hands
off me, Hoyt.

No.

I didn't mean nothing by it.

I'm just saying,
have some decency.

Here's your damn hat back.

I was just watering!

Thanks for dropping in, Kai.

Hey, boss,
I got a question for you.

Mr. Virgil Green.

Indeed.
Who's asking?

Tom Davidson,

sheriff and proprietor
of this fine establishment.

I'd like to welcome you
to Independence.

My Aunt Teresa told me
you'd be coming through town.

And I must say,
your timing is impeccable.

You've arrived on the occasion

of our town's
inaugural Fight Night.

Would you be interested
in staying?

- I'd be honored.
- Excellent.

I'll put you up
in our best suite,

and consider yourself
a guest of honor.

And if there's anything that
you need, don't hesitate to ask.

- Miss Carver here...
- Hi.

...will handle everything.

Thank you.

So, what else makes you think
that Otis killed Liam Collins?

A .36 is common enough.

You don't find it curious

that he hasn't been
in town since the murder?

He lived in town over
ten years and now he's a ghost.

Doesn't mean he's guilty.

And that's why we're going to go

let him tell
his side of the story.

And it shouldn't be
that hard either.

Only thing that man loved more
than the law was talking.

From the news out of Austin

to the latest rash
he found on his person.

Not only that, but...

I'm sure whatever he has to say,

it's been wearing on him.

You may be right.

But I hope for your town's sake,
you're wrong.

Howdy, boys!

Next time you might want
to announce yourselves.

Excuse the mess.

Well, we, uh,
we missed you in town.

I was wondering why
you haven't been around.

Oh, you know how it is.

I got things to do.
You get busy.

Besides, I wouldn't want to
step on the new sheriff's boots.

He doesn't need the old guard
looking over his shoulder.

Never mind all that.

My friends are here.

Let's have ourselves a drink.

No, thanks.
We're all right.

What's with you two?

Gus, you on duty or something?

Otis, I think you need
to take a seat.

I got to ask you some questions.

- On the house.
- Thanks, Kai.

Mmm.

You really think
you're going to find anything

in that book?

Went over this for weeks
with Liam.

He brought it back after
accepting the offer out here.

I keep thinking
there must be something in here,

some thing he didn't tell me.
Some reason why.

Let me take a look.

Ah, "From one sheriff
to the next."

This was a gift?

From the previous sheriff
of Independence.

Otis Clay.

Liam met with him
to formally accept the job.

But what did you know about him?

He was a law-and-order type,

the good kind,
I guess you could say, but...

He wasn't too happy
about his early retirement.

He was the last person

Liam spoke to here
before we left Boston.

Maybe he has some information

that would help
our case with Ethan.

Is Otis still around?

He lives a couple miles
out of town.

If you leave now,
you could be back before dark.

Cover for me with Tom?

Sure.

Few things I want to discuss
with His Majesty anyway.

Okay.

You.
You're not seriously

thinking about throwing
a Fight Night here.

I didn't realize I was required
to check with my dancers first.

It is a horrible idea.
Tom Hagan tried it once.

- Disaster.
- Yeah, well, I'm not Hagan.

This I know.
You know, he listens to me

and he learns from his mistakes,

which Fight Night was one of.

By the way, it cost hundreds
of dollars to repair afterwards,

not to mention the hell that
crowd puts my girls through.

Dancers can have the night off.

Was thinking of bringing
the White Doves in anyway.

But how is it different
for them?

Miss Carver, this is about
more than just making a profit.

I'm doing this for Independence.

I didn't peg you for selfless.

Well, I guess you could write
a new song about me then.

I'll pass.

I want to start giving back
to this town

- and I want to do it my way.
- What the hell are you gonna do about fighters?

Drag a couple of drunks
out of a saloon,

- pit 'em against each other?
- You worry about bringing that charm and wit

to keep the crowds at bay.

I'll take care of the fighters.

Hey!

Exactly what kind of pugilist
did you have in mind, huh?

See it?

That's going to leave one
hell of a scar right there.

Him?
Yeah, good luck.

He'd never risk
messing up his pretty face.

- We'll see about that.
- What?

Course I heard about Griffin.

They say he killed
that young sheriff coming in.

But there are questions
whether or not

we got the right man.

You mean you think
you killed the wrong man.

You want
some help from your old boss?

I see.
Let's get to it then.

So what was
Mr. Collins shot with?

- Believe it was a revolver.
- A .36.

This should work.
Come on.

How do you know it was
a revolver, a .36 no less?

The powder burn on his shirt.

Figured it happened
pretty close.

Easy shot.

Any chance he had an accomplice?

Possibly.

Another set of prints
were found at the campsite.

How'd you find the body?

Moved.
Buried in a shallow grave.

That is curious.

As is burying a man
murdered in cold blood.

Any idea when this all happened?

He was supposed to arrive
in Independence that Sunday.

Between the train
and their wagon party,

I figure
somewhere around the first.

Lot of rain the week before.
Cloudy, not a lot of stars.

Wouldn't even see him coming.

Remember
our first case together?

Llewelyn boy who disappeared
down that well?

If it wasn't for you
finding him, Cal...

Damn lucky to have
you two by my side.

Still can't believe
how y'all met.

Buffalo soldier on one side,

driving out an Apache
on the other.

Could have killed each other,
but you didn't.

He was shot.

Didn't seem like
he was in a rush to get back.

It would have made more sense

to stick with Calian
and his people

than go to a man who didn't
care about either of us.

It's a hard world.

Not easy to make
the right choices sometimes.

Thankful you two did.

I made the wrong decision
with you, though, didn't I, Gus?

What's that about?

I should have had you take
my place when I left.

But it wasn't all up to me,

but I'll tell you this.

I wish to hell
it wasn't that Tom Davidson

or that son of a bitch
Liam Collins.

Half of me thinks
it's not so bad he's dead.

Put him out of his misery.

Well, who the hell's this now?

Otis, this is Abigail Walker.

New law clerk
Tom brought in for help.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Clay.

Please.
Call me Otis.

Why don't we go back inside
so we can talk some more?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to speak
to the old sheriff.

It's not a good time.
Augustus believes

he has something to do
with Liam's murder,

as an accomplice, maybe more.

I don't know about that,
but I do know

he met with Liam before
accepting the job out here.

Abby, you should go.

No.
I'm the law clerk after all.

Someone has to take his account.

So, just picture it.

The Winning Spirit
of Independence.

Sounds like something
that more suits a horse.

- Why me?
- I've seen you in action.

Easily quickest draw
in the town.

I can only imagine what
you can do with those fists.

Or I could ask that tracker
friend Calian of yours

if you'd like.

No, I'm not saying
I couldn't be persuaded.

I just need to know
what's in it for me.

Town hero isn't enough, huh?
I can understand that.

All right.
What'd you have in mind?

That's a good question.
I don't know.

Month of free drinks at Hagan's?

Tell your deputy to lay off
with his baseless accusations.

Week's worth of beer.

And I'll talk
to Augustus for you.

The thing is...
a man willing to put himself

in harm's way could use a
little padding in his pockets.

Assuming bets can be placed.

That wouldn't be illegal, right?

I don't see an issue
with a few small wagers.

- Deal.
- Deal.

Who am I gonna be fighting?

Someone from out of town.
From Brenham.

Think of it as a chance
to give Independence a win.

I also want tonight
to make a lasting impression.

Well, that's
a Hoyt Rawlins specialty.

Why don't you just say what
you're getting at, Augustus?

You think I was involved
in Liam Collins' murder.

- That it?
- Otis, listen...

What the hell is this?
I didn't pull that damn trigger.

- Just tell us why you stepped down as sheriff.
- I retired.

I don't need to explain
myself to you.

Did you ever meet
with Liam Collins?

Once. Months back.

He wanted to get out of Boston
in a hurry.

Did he say why?

No, but I have some ideas.

Was he running
from someone in Boston?

Or did someone want him
out here, or...?

Thought crossed my mind, too.

Felt like someone
was pulling the strings.

- Who?
- Hell. You don't think those Davidsons

- know how to throw their money around?
- The Davidsons?

Yeah, and anyone else
with more money than sense.

The rest of us just have
to go along to get along.

Look at me, for Pete's sake.

Wait, wait, wait, I thought
you said you wanted to retire.

I never said I wanted to.

I was forced out!
All right?

Didn't think you'd understand.

I was offered money
and I took it.

By who?

Got word from the judge,
cash and a land offer.

Judge Carter?

Nah, some other circuit judge.

I don't remember.

I loved my job.

Now, way I see it,
newcomer taking your job

seems like an awful good reason
to put him down.

You think
I'd kill a man for that?

Well, if you didn't,
then who did?

I don't know.

Collins was clearly
running from something.

Looking over his shoulder.

Thought there was
someone following them.

- Them?
- He had a wife.

Far as I know,
they never found her, did they?

Look, did you ever meet
with Tom Davidson

prior to him
being named sheriff?

Hell no.

Son of a bitch just took my job.

Didn't even have the decency
to come and shake my hand.

And you ask why
I haven't been back to town.

My succession had been handled.

Without me.

I'm sorry, Augustus.

You still haven't answered
where you were that night,

the night Liam Collins
was murdered.

With Francis Reyes.

He asked for some help
on a cattle drive

on the night in question.

And Francis will attest to that?

I'm getting fed up
with the accusations.

Taking a payoff
don't make me a killer.

But getting treated like one
is starting to piss me off!

Get your things.
We're going for a ride.

And leave your gun.

I have to get back to town.

I have some things to attend to.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, thank you.

Just let me know what
happens at the Reyes ranch.

Best we head back now

if we're gonna make it back
before sundown.

Why didn't you tell me
about her?

Is that why
you've been keeping secrets?

Can't alibi myself.

What the hell
are we waiting for?

Let's get this over with.

Hey! That's enough.

Come on, sweetie, I'm sorry.

Go on. It's time.

Let's get this disaster
on the road, huh?

? Out of the woods
like a pack of wolves... ?

Stage fright doesn't seem
like your thing, Carver.

Ah, well, boxing
doesn't seem like yours.

Best of luck out there.

? Seeing red
till the end of time... ?

All right, you vagabonds,
bad eggs, ne'er-do-wells,

this is the moment
you've all been waiting for!

Get your cash out,
place your bets!

Our first fighter,

he is as lean and mean
as he is dimwitted.

He is the fastest draw
west of the Mississippi.

He is the very spirit
of Independence.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Hoyt Rawlins.

And coming to us
all the way from Brenham,

the town that cannot be bothered

to pick its own damn cotton,

prized champion Andrew Jones.

I can't keep this crowd
under control for much longer.

Fight starts at sundown.

Let 'em get riled up.

Ah-ooh. ?

Remember the LeBlanc twins?

It was hours
before we found them

passed out behind the mission.

Got drunk
off the Blood of Christ.

Yeah, I miss those days.
Us three against the world.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Tension between you two
is thick as molasses.

Hope it don't last.

Loyalty's hard
to come by out here.

Y'all have clearly
lost some trust in me,

so you may not want to hear it,
but one of my regrets as sheriff

was not solving the mystery
of her going missing.

Hope y'all come to forgive me.
I did everything I could.

Everything you could, Sheriff?

Is that what you tell yourself?

There's Francis now.

Your witness to question, Deputy.

A vision from the past.

What brings you all up here?

Ah, Mr. Reyes.

Sorry to take you
away from your work.

I need to ask you about
your last cattle drive.

When was that?

Well, Otis knows.

Left on the first.

It was a long while, too.

No star to guide us.

Anything suspicious
happen on that drive?

No. It was a good haul.

We were glad to have
Otis along to help.

Am I missing something?

What do you say now, Deputy?

I think that's all I needed.

Well, I'll get back, then.

Appreciate you
for taking the time.

You see your way out?

Satisfied?

All right, now,

place your bets!

- Bet against me, sweetheart.
- What?

Yes.

Hey, hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Get your guard up.
Come on.

Hey, that's about enough
for one night.

Six! Seven! Eight!

Nine! Ten!

Hey, hey, got to get up.

- Come on, let's go, come on.
- Yeah.

What the hell was that?
You almost got yourself killed.

Well, look at you.
Almost like you care about me.

Damn it.

Hey.

You missed Hoyt
getting clobbered.

Hey, what'd you find?
You know what?

I'm gonna ask you later.

I wouldn't be able to hear you
over this damn crowd anyway.

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!
Sheriff! Sheriff...

Well, look who thinks he's
fighting for this town now.

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

Come on, give it to him!

Hold on to him, Sheriff!

Knock him down, Sheriff!

- Come on, Tom! Come on!
- Come on, Sheriff! You got this!

You need to tire him out.

I got this.

Listen to me
or he's going to win.

Keep moving.
Make him chase you.

Wear him down.
Draw him to the corner.

Move in close.

Yes, then, when he drops
his hands, strike.

Quickly. Here, here, here.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Sheriff.
You're gonna get murdered.

Why are you doing this?

I'm gonna make
something of this town.

Come on, knock his head off,
Sheriff!

You can do it!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight...

...nine, ten.

You didn't just watch the fights
along the rail lines, did you?

Ah, yeah.

That son of a bitch

is going to walk out
after all that.

For a little grizzly bear of
a man, he hit like a dead fish.

I almost regret taking
that dive now.

Could've beaten Brenham's
finest with both my eyes shut.

- Hell.
- Put on a good show of it, though.

Pete, you ain't wrong.

Anyway, pleasure
doing business with you.

And don't worry,
it's for a good cause.

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff!
Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff!

Now where could he be?

When a man's gotta go, I guess.

Undercooked a deer last week.

It wasn't pretty.

No, it's not that.

Sometimes he does that.
Wanders off.

Otis, I want to apologize
for suspecting you in all this.

You'd be a crap lawman
if you didn't.

And an even crappier prot�g�.

It's a testament to myself
when you think of it.

Francis and I didn't stray a
lick from the trail that night.

But you know who did?

Those two ranch hands
over there.

Wasn't sure before.

- But now you are?
- Mm-hmm.

Damn it. Otis.

I'm fine.

Where'd that first shot
come from anyhow?

Here, keep pressure on this.

Damn it!

Calian. What happened?
What happened?

I don't know.

Francis.

It was him.
He shot him!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Get away from him!

Hoyt, Hoyt. Don't, don't.
Stay back.

No, no, no, no.

Francis. Francis.

What did you do?

Calian, Calian, what
in the hell happened here?

I don't know.

Kate. Kate.

Good Lord, who did you rob?

It was all a lie.

Liam was paid off to be here...

...by the Davidsons.

I-I went to the bank,

I said we had to requisition
Liam's accounts, and-and... look.

$7,500.

That's three times
what he ever made in Boston.

He lied.

He lied to me.

"Things aren't quite
what they seem in Independence.

"Nestled between charming oak
land and serene savannas,

"this small town has
enough spirit and pride

"to fill plenty a freight wagon.

"Between the delicious treats

"found at Sung's Kitchen,
to the soft caresses

"of White Doves,
it's the town's new sheriff

"Tom Davidson who embodies
the true nature of Independence,

"defending the town's
reputation in the ring

"against prized champion
Andrew Jones,

"a resident
of rival town Brenham.

"In a true
David-son versus Goliath fray,

"Tom stood up against
the mountain of the man,

"able to defeat the giant
playing fast and smart,

a certain competency many fail
to learn out here in the West."

This is printed statewide,

all the way to Kansas City.

Friend gave me
the early edition.

So the railroad executive

left without a word but
you managed to make the papers?

Me. Us.

And the town.

Eat.

Right.

I found peace ?

In my way ?

But it didn't last ?

Beyond the day ?

I've had glimpses ?

Around the bend ?

But in the morning ?

I start again ?

I feel the sun ?

Hot on my face ?

Mm-hmm ?

And I hear my blood ?

Giving way ?

I've had some glimpses ?

Around the bend, yeah ?

You know if I didn't ?

I'd have killed myself today ?

Mm-hmm. ?

"If there's any hope
in connecting

"the many terrains and cultures
in Texas by rail,

"let us implore the railroad
to consider

Independence a town worth
building through."

"While it may not bear
the sounds and sights"

"of Dallas or Austin,"

"it's the perfect spot
for those who wish"

"to reconnect with their
humanity and sense of community."

"Independence, a town to behold."

"No truer destination
in the American West."

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