All language subtitles for E22 - The Burning Tree

Time to get ready.

Early worm catch the bird.

Hey Boy, my train doesn't leave
for three hours yet,

and besides...

Ah...

...it's "the early bird."

Oh.

Fort Smith long way.

You have to ride fast.

I have horse ready.

What horse?

Saddle on horse back,

saddlebag on saddle,

train ticket in saddlebag.

You have to get dressed
right away.

Hey Boy,

there are the deserts

and mountains of Nevada,

Utah Territory, Wyoming,

not to mention
the great prairie lands

of Nebraska and Missouri,

before I even get close
to Fort Smith.

Now go and get the ticket

back out of the saddlebags.

The horse and I
will take the train.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Fairchild,
is he bad man?

Mr. Fairchild is a very bad man,

and has seven dead wives
to prove it.

Fairchild's last wife

was the daughter of
an old friend of mine

and I intend to see him
stand trial.

That case, don't go by train.

Take horseback and shortcut.

Hey Boy...

No horse!

Gee. Then stableman win bet.

What bet?

I say Mr. Paladin
can ride to Missouri very fast,

in less than four days.

Stableman say no can do.

I say, "I from Missouri,
show me."

We make two-dollar bet.

Well, Hey Boy, you have
just lost a two-dollar bet.

Now go and give the stableman
his two dollars,

and get my ticket
out of the saddlebag

and bring it back here.

The horse and I
will take the train.

Hold it.

What is it?

It's an extra
day's life for you,

and a good night's sleep for me,

thanks to an Osage
funeral ceremony.

Mind if I have a drink of water?

Hot weather like this
is mighty good for cotton.

You know, I have two sections

prime cotton land
down near Denton?

A man with land like that
don't need nothing more.

And you'd be very happy
to write me out a deed

free and clear
to turn you loose, hmm?

Which one of your seven wives
did it belong to?

Was it Emma?

Did you poison her,

or is she the one you stabbed
with a pitchfork?

I drowned her.

I couldn't keep the land if
I killed her straight out.

I think, Fairchild,
you had better shut your mouth.

Go ahead.

Afternoon.

I beg your pardon, ladies.

Is there a house in this
community that takes boarders?

Ain't no boardinghouse.
Not for you.

Oh, I see.

Well, do you have a jail?

Kind of.
We got us a sheriff.

Down the road yonder.

Half a mile to the right.

Sheriff Stinchcomb.

Much obliged.

He gonna take
Billy McGuire's place?

That what you brung him for?

What he done was
a terrible thing,

but I ain't making
no excuses for him.

Have mercy if You see fit.

Amen.

You're Sheriff Stinchcomb?

Yes, sir. That's me.

Good evening, little lady.

I saw the tree
with the paint on it.

I'm prepared to honor the Osage
request for privacy.

I'd like the use of
your jail for my prisoner

until their ceremony's finished.

They'll be having their burial
in the morning.

We can put you up for the night.

Letty May,
get on down to the house

and prepare an extra place
for supper.

Mighty pretty woman,
your daughter.

What's his crime?

He had seven wives

and probably killed
all of them.

The last one, in Fort Smith,

he poisoned for ten dollars'
worth of paste jewelry.

How did you come by him?

Animal like him deserves
what he gets.

Well, let's get him
over to the shed.

Follow me.

Put him on in here.

Ain't you gonna take
these off?

No, sir.
Not till you're dead.

You go on up the house.

I'll see to the horses.

Thank you.

You won't have to wait long.

I wish it hadn't
rained so soon.

Him up there in his grave...

That was Billy McGuire
your father buried, huh?

You knew him?

I only heard his name.

He didn't mean to kill nobody,

not down in his heart.

If you could've seen him,
you'd've knowed that.

There just wasn't no reason for
him to suffer the way he done,

penned up out there
in that shed.

He was a prisoner?

For three months.

He couldn't stand it no longer,

so he killed hisself.

Oh, I wish to death I could get
away from this place.

You're leaving tomorrow,
ain't you?

Yes, ma'am.

I, uh...

I saved some money.

Seventeen dollars.

It's yours,
if you let me go along.

Well, Letty, there are
100 different ways

that you could get hurt
between here and Wichita.

Mister, I do know what hurt is.

I...

There's enough water coming
down out there...

what are you sniveling about?

Something gnawing on her.

Like to know what it could be.

What did Billy McGuire do?

Killed his uncle.

Shot him down in the street
in Locust Grove.

Took a deputy four days
to catch him.

And he brought him here to die?

Three months later, 150 from
where the crime occurred?

What's that?

That's the way it is.

$100 is the price we pay.

Is that what the deputy got
for Billy?

That's what everybody gets
who brings us a prisoner.

And what will you do
with Fairchild...

...if I sell him to you?

Now, don't goad me.

You know what we'll do.

The Osage chief can't be buried

without a scalp
to send him to glory.

And you expect Fairchild
to provide the scalp.

There's a hill
ten mile from here.

We'll take him out there.

The Osages used to get their
burial scalps from the Pawnee

till the Pawnee moved out.

Then they got to raiding us,

coming down at night, picking
out anybody they could find.

So one night we had us
a horse thief out in the shed,

ready to hang come dawn.

And an Osage chief died.

So we took the horse thief
out by the hill

and left him
by one of them painted trees.

We were never bothered again.

And how many others

have you left by
the painted trees for slaughter?

There ain't enough of us
to fight them Osages!

Mr. Stinchcomb,

I have had a rather trying week.

I saved that craven thing
out there in your jail

from a lynch mob in Fort Smith

at considerable risk
to my own life,

and I do not intend
to see him used

as a human sacrifice.

He will stand trial in Wichita,

and then he will be hanged...
legally.

You ain't ever gonna make it.

Not without horses.

Oh?

What did you do with the horses?

Run 'em off into the brush.

And what with the dark
coming on...

All right.

You make no mistake about this,
Stinchcomb,

I will ride out of here
tomorrow morning...

and Fairchild will be with me.

I brung you the Bible
you asked for.

Oh, bless you, ma'am.

They took me away from
the schoolhouse so fast,

I didn't get a chance
to bring nothing with me.

You a schoolmaster?

Down in the Choctaw Nation.

I never got cooking
like yours down there.

Them... them pork dumplings
was something.

Thank you.

I'll bring you
some coffee directly.

Men are coming.

Come in.

That the prisoner?

Then we better get started.

He's a Christian man, Papa.

You can't do this to him!

Letty, Fairchild is not
a Christian man.

He's cold-blooded animal

who would gladly kill you
for 15 cents.

However, your point is
well-taken.

Now, is there anyplace else
you can stay?

I don't want you here tonight.

She can stay down the road
a piece with Mrs. White.

She'll take her.

Good night, Letty.

Help yourself.

You fixing on giving us
a rough time?

If you force me to it,

I'm fixing to give you
a rough time.

Now, gentlemen, I suggest

that you stack those rifles
against the table.

You want more money?

Nope.

Now, mister, you don't let us

take that man out there
for them Indians,

they're gonna come
riding down here.

Ten, maybe 15 of 'em.

And they're gonna take somebody.

Maybe somebody like Letty there.

Maybe somebody like my ma.

They figure
that killer out there,

he's worth more
than either of them.

What makes you so sure
he's a killer?

You said so.

I could have been lying.

I could have picked up
some strange little man,

brought him in here
for the hundred dollars.

You people are so anxious
to save your own skins,

you didn't even question
that possibility.

Every man we brought up
on the hill was a guilty man.

What proof did the deputy
give you

to turn Billy McGuire
over to you?

Billy McGuire killed a man.

That makes him a murderer.

You put Fairchild up on that
hill, what does that make you?

We got no choice.

And he's gonna die anyway.

Most of us are.

Why Fairchild?

I saw an old woman
at the general store.

Why don't you take her?

Her life's almost over.

And when you finish with her,
you could start on the lame

and the blind and the sickly.

Why, there'd be enough
unfortunates in this community

to keep you people
safe for a long time.

That ain't the same
and you know it!

Isn't it?

When you start to evaluate
human life

to decide who can
and who cannot survive,

then there's no place to stop.

Hey, now the rain stopped.

Now we're wasting time!

Gentlemen, so there won't be
any misunderstanding

about tomorrow morning,

when I ride out of here,
Fairchild goes with me.

I wouldn't like to kill somebody
else for the privilege

of taking Fairchild out of here,
but I will if it's necessary.

I suggest you gentlemen adjust
yourself to this.

Sit down on that sofa,
make yourselves very comfortable

because this is going
to be an extremely long night.

Mr. Fairchild... Mr. Fairchild,
they're gonna...

I mean, there's something
I have to know.

You didn't kill nobody, did you?

He did bring you up here
for the money?

Money?

They're gonna give you
to the Indians, Mr. Fairchild.

To be killed!

Oh, no, they wouldn't do that

to a peaceable widower like me,
little lady.

I can prove them charges
against me's false.

I knew you was guiltless.

I just knew.

If I was to let you go, would
you let me ride along with you?

Away from here?

Little lady,
I wouldn't rest easy

unless you came with me now.

I put the horses over
in the trees.

Well, it won't be long.

It's almost daybreak.

Paladin?

Come out here!

Let's talk a little business,
Paladin.

Get back inside
and stay out of the way.

Turn her loose, Fairchild.

No, sir.

There's some horses
out in the trees.

Send somebody to fetch 'em.

Jenkins.

He's got two horses down there
in the trees.

Go get 'em.

Now give me the key to these
chains...

and your gun.

I don't suppose it would do
any good to ask you

to leave her here?

You suppose right.

Put 'em on the stump.

Now turn around.

Letty... move!

Paladin...

now maybe it won't make
no difference

to them Indians if he is dead.

You can't have Fairchild
dead or alive.

Paladin, we'll find another way
to handle the Indians next time.

This time, let us have him.

I'm gonna bury Fairchild.

I'll dig one grave or two...
either way you want it...

and you make up your mind what
you're gonna do with that thing.

Either use it or put it down.

Letty, I will be riding south
to San Francisco.

If you like,
I'll take you with me.

Where's my father?

He's in the house.

Thank you, Mr. Paladin,
but I won't be going now.

There's a need for me here.

Maybe that's what I was
running away to find.

Now if you'll excuse me.

There's $100 in the house,
Paladin, if you leave him.

You stall the Osage until noon.

They'll have to bury their chief
with a totem scalp...

piece of a beaver pelt, foxtail.

You got 'em to do it once, and
you'll never be bothered again.

We can sell some land
if a $100 is not enough.

You can get those two shovels
over there

and I will watch you
bury Mr. Fairchild.

"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?