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Can't you say something?

You just keep sitting there, reading it and reading it.

Can't you say whether you can help us or whether...

Well, Mrs. Larson, I...

I certainly don't want to appear unsympathetic,

but there's nothing in these papers

to indicate that your husband's anything but guilty.

He says the murder was committed by three other men.

He refuses to identify them or describe them.

My husband is a fine man.

He thought he was protecting friends.

You have made five appeals,

all of which have been turned down finally.

And Brian's been waiting 16 months to hang,

thinking every day is going to be his last.

If you'll just talk to him, Mr. Paladin,

you'll know he's telling the truth.

You see... we have three weeks.

Now, if someone can get those descriptions from him

and find those men, there's still time

for a pardon.

Mm.

And you're our only hope.

You sure I can see him tonight?

Mr. Trowbridge said he'd wait for you at the gate.

He's been the guard on Brian's cell block

ever since he was admitted.

He knows he's telling the truth.

Would you like your thousand dollars in advance?

No, I think I'll talk to your husband first.

You keep them dogs quiet, Breed.

Now, you get out of here. Go on, now.

Silencio, amigos!

Your name Trowbridge?

And supposing it was?

I'm here to talk to Larson.

The warden's escape dogs.

If you ever seen what they can do to a man,

you'd be nervous, too.

Wait a minute.

You taking me directly to the prisoner?

Isn't it customary to go through the warden's office?

Well, now, that's all been arranged.

How?

You listen to the prisoner's story,

and then you tell me if what I'm doing's wrong, hmm?

Well, I'll go down and bring Larson up from solitary.

Oh?

Well, that's, uh, prison regulation.

All condemned prisoners are kept in solitary

till the day before they hang.

Well, that does keep the staff

from having to think about them, doesn't it?

Now, now, it ain't just that.

It also stops chances for trouble.

Once a man's been checked in, nobody sees him again

until he's ready to be strung up.

Course, with his wife fighting it like she has,

Larson's been locked up longer than most.

Well...

I'll, uh...

Light! Light! Light!

Uh, now, talk quiet, Larson.

No hollering, no yelling, nothing.

After this long down in them dark holes,

poor devils hardly know what they're doing.

Larson...

listen to me.

Your wife has asked me to come here and...

I'd feel safer if he looked a little like me.

After near two years behind that beard,

ain't nobody gonna remember what you looked like.

There's a razor and water in that bucket there.

Now, shake a leg.

Guard!

Chop-chop, Larson.

Larson escaped last night with the aid of a guard,

a guard named Trowbridge.

Do you want this slop or not, Larson?

Do I look to you like a man

who's been in solitary confinement for over a year?

You can save your breath.

When Trowbridge quit this morning,

he admitted everything to the warden.

What?! What did he admit?

Look, do you want this slop or not?

No, I don't want this slop! And if you don't know

what Larson looked like, then find somebody...

Guard!

Guard!

Eh, they never quit trying, do they?

Well, I got something out here that'll keep him well occupied.

Larson hangs first, so we'll get rid of him first.

Mind your manners in front of the warden.

- Warden... - Shut up and stand there.

All right, prisoner...

sit in the chair here.

Warden, my name is Paladin.

I was hired by Mrs. Nora Larson

to try and prove her husband's innocence.

Quiet, please.

Hmm.

No malfunctions.

Neck much heavier than average.

Uh, tell them to figure the scaffold for a...

seven-foot drop.

Now, we'll do all we can to make it easy for you,

but we'll expect you to cooperate.

Those who do usually get a good stiff drink

to steady their nerves.

Oh, fear not.

Warden, last night at 9:00 I came into Larson's cell.

- I was knocked unconscious! - Sit down!

Last week the Liberal Republicans

nominated Greeley for president and Brown for vice president!

It won't work, Larson.

Sure do get desperate their last day, don't they, Warden.

Mrs. Larson told me that this execution

was not scheduled to take place for three...

three weeks!

You know your appeal was turned down.

Now, don't start trying to fool yourself.

It'll just make it all the harder in the morning.

Harder on your wife, too.

Last May 22,

the Amnesty Act for Confederate Soldiers was signed.

Now, how would I know that?

And a hundred other things I could tell you

if I've been solitary confinement for over a year!

Sit down! Aim that at his legs!

Now...

we can carry you up those steps tomorrow

if we have to.

I must say, it was a clever plan, Larson...

pretending to be an outsider,

tricked into coming here.

Trowbridge admitted to helping you plan this,

ever since Warden Menlow here came in new five months ago.

Since then you've been memorizing

the information Trowbridge gave you.

Your wife paid him to sneak extra food

to put flesh on you.

He even furnished you with a razor, helped trim your hair.

Well, he confessed the whole story.

Unusual plan.

Yes, it was clever, but it didn't work.

Now, you're going to hang in the morning,

and you'll feel much better if you just accept it like a man!

It was a clever plan, Warden.

It was a clever plan, but it wasn't mine.

I believe I fully understand for the first time

what MacKay meant when he said

that those who try to turn other human beings

into senseless brutes end by being brutes themselves.

Brian?

Brian, I...

I tried so hard.

What do you want me to do?

Want me to cry?

Plead?

You tell me what you want me to do, and...

and I'll try to do it.

I'm so sorry...

that our plan didn't work.

That's not important.

What is important is...

conscience

and memory.

You will remember me, won't you?

Oh, I've been through it so many times, Mrs. Larson.

There seems to be so much to say, but,

when the time comes, you find the right words

just haven't been invented.

Well, on that particularly apposite note,

shall we part?

Well... I'm sorry you didn't make it.

My dogs have so little pleasure.

Oh, with all this exercise, I guess we'll just concede

that O'Connor will take a big rope and a long drop,

and let it go at that.

I know you ain't Larson.

What's your real name?

Paladin.

Well, you ain't very smart, Paladin.

No, I'm not.

Well, neither am I.

I suppose they told you already,

they're gonna hang me tomorrow morning, too.

Well, they ain't got no right to hang me.

That fella I killed... he robbed me.

He done it on purpose.

He knew what'd happen if he robbed me!

They know it, too!

They said I'm dumb. I heard 'em.

Well, you ain't even the right man,

and they're so dumb, they don't even know it!

I know it!

They ought to know it, too!

It ain't right!

It ain't right, I tell you.

I tell you, it ain't right!

It ain't right! Warden!

Do you hear me?!

They can't hear you, O'Connor.

If they could, they wouldn't pay any attention.

Well, I ain't gonna let 'em do it.

I ain't gonna let 'em hang me.

I ain't gonna let 'em hang me. I...

I ain't gonna let 'em. I...

What's out there?

Now... now you can see what happens when...

when I get riled.

Maybe they ain't so dumb...

keeping me locked in here...

where people and things can't rob me.

It ain't that I like it that way.

All I want to be...

is outside, where the wind is fresh and clean,

and everybody just let me be.

What's out there?

Outside...

where the wind is fresh... clean.

Oh, it-it's...

It's only about a 12-foot drop.

Come on. Come on!

I just wasn't built

to go through a little place like that.

And besides, with these things on,

I couldn't make much speed.

And I ain't gonna be a square meal for them hounds.

I think you better hurry.

You got to get a lot of distance between you and here

before they find out you're gone.

Why, them hounds would tear you to pieces.

Now hurry up. And good luck, Paladin.

O'Connor...

I thank you.

Ah...

Oh...

It was you.

When I heard them dogs, I started praying it was you

that got out.

You killed Trowbridge, and now you do this to your wife... why?

Why?

All of a sudden, she turns soft.

She wanted to send word to them

in time to save you from hanging.

It would have spoiled everything.

I tried to explain to her that...

that you had to die.

That way, I'm safe. Safe forever!

Brian, please...

If you loved me, if you really loved me,

you'd have been happy

to see ten men buried in my place, but no.

She was fidgety, like Trowbridge.

Weren't you? Weren't you?! Weren't you?!

Yeah. Yeah, see, the way it works out now,

you couldn't have helped me more than by getting out.

They'll figure that you killed Trowbridge

to shut his mouth, and then, you killed your wife,

because, well, because, uh...

For whatever reason they want to come up with!

And me? Well, I'm just a stranger

that chanced by in time to kill you,

a convict and a... and a murderer. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Perfect, huh?

Larson, you hear those dogs?

You hear 'em?

If those dogs get in here, you'll die with us.

My scent's on those clothes that you're wearing,

and that's what they're trailing.

Run!

I guess...

I loved him too much.

How can a thing that...

that seems so good

turn out to be so bad?

I don't know, Mrs. Larson.

Maybe it's that love itself

is neither beautiful nor ugly.

Maybe the answer lies in how we use it.

"Have gun will travel," reads the card of a man

A knight without armor in a savage land

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?