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Justy, one of us is gonna get hurt

if you go on holding that gun

with your hand shaking like that.

You hold it right there.

I'm gonna get you some coffee.

My usual box at the opera tonight.

Yes, Mr. Paladin.

I think you're the man I've been looking for. Paladin?

This Paladin?

If I may have a moment

or two of your time, Mr. Paladin,

I've been sent to take a deposition from you in regard

to the Groton Gang raid at Coffinville.

Well, that's at least ten years ago.

Well, 11 years

and three months to be exact.

Frank Groton was the only member of the gang

who escaped that day, and our records show

that while he was attempting

to waylay the Laredo stage,

you, um, how shall I say it?

You, uh...

Killed him.

Exactly.

I have it all down here, Mr. Paladin,

if you'll be good enough to attest to it

by affixing your signature.

Well, perhaps you can tell me

why this is all being raised now.

Well, uh, a minor error seems to have

come to light in the case.

Regrettable of course, but those things do happen

even under the most efficient administration.

And I might say

that as far as efficiency is concerned,

the Bureau of Territorial Records is...

Uh, well... I'm certain that it is, yes.

But about the minor regrettable error?

Oh, well, the only member of the Groton Gang

taken alive at Coffinville

was the youngest brother Justin.

It seems he was, um, 13 years old at the time.

The court sentenced him to hang,

after he reached the age of 21, of course.

He should have been executed over three years ago,

but the file on the case was misplaced.

And the only reason it came to light was

that Justin Groton's file had been misplaced.

Exactly.

And you find that amusing?

Well, all I want to do is close the file on him.

Well, how?

Well, by getting him properly hanged, of course.

Hmm.

I'll be leaving for Coffinville.

The deposition, Mr. Paladin...

No need to sign that.

I shouldn't be gone more than two weeks.

Then you won't be going to the opera tonight?

No... not tonight.

Having trouble?

Yes, this trace keeps slipping off.

I seem to have lost a strap.

You wouldn't, uh, by any chance just happen

to be a harness maker, would you?

No, I wouldn't happen to be. Well...

That doesn't look too serious to me.

Maybe that'll hold it

until you can buy another keeper.

Well, thank you.

May I return the favor by offering you a lift?

That is, if you're going my way.

Headed for Coffinville. So am I.

In that case, you have just acquired a passenger.

Fine.

Whoa.

Well, Judge, I thank you.

Now that you're assigned to this district,

we'll be meeting again and I'll look forward to it.

Well, I'm here on a pro tem basis.

Actually, I'm still attached

to the First Judicial District of Boston.

Well, I hope you're enjoying the difference

in the scenery, if not the difference in the law.

The law admits of no such difference.

The law is uniform, impartial and incorruptible.

And now if you'll pardon me,

I have a hearing to prepare for.

Yes, I know.

Excuse me, could you tell me

where I might, uh, find Sheriff Carlson?

Over there to the jail most times.

You the circuit judge come for the hearing on the Groton boy?

You're wasting your time now.

I am? Why?

He broke jail.

Posse's out hunting him down now.

You part of the posse?

No.

Don't move, mister.

I don't want to hurt you none.

Well, one of us is bound to get hurt

you keep holding that shotgun on me,

your hand shaking like that.

Just keep back.

You hungry? Want some beans?

Just keep back, and... and don't try mixing me up.

I told you once, I don't want to hurt you none.

Well, what do you want?

I don't know exactly now, except that I had to get clear.

Just started thumping in my brain

till-till I couldn't think about nothing else.

Except that I didn't think it'd be so... lonely

and empty-like.

What do you keep doing that for?

You're going to force me

till I've got no choice left but to shoot.

And I will! I swear I will!

'Cause I'm gonna keep going now that I started.

Well, whichever way you go,

you're gonna need a horse, aren't you?

That's right.

All right, sit down, Justin.

Sit down.

What are you gonna do with me?

Well, first, I'm gonna get you some beans.

Ain't that pure luck, though?

Finding a leaf right off that I don't have in my collection?

Except that I don't know what it is.

That's Mentha piperita; peppermint.

I'm the sheriff from Coffinville.

I'll take over now.

All right.

What'd you have to go running off for, Justy?

You just made things worse for yourself, that's all.

Yes, sir, I guess I did.

Well, it's done now.

You'll just have to face up and go back.

What's the rush to take him back?

We can take care of things out here, ain't that right?

Keel, you got no official capacity,

so you'd better just stay out of it.

Now that depends on how you look at it.

I helped hang two Grotons,

and I'm gonna see that he gets the same.

Just stay right up on that horse, mister.

Sheriff, I'll bring the prisoner in.

You go on back to town with your posse.

Who are you, mister?

My name's Paladin.

And you better turn that horse around

and move him.

I told you something'd happen.

Harboring a Groton

when we should have strung him up the day we caught him.

That man's a gunman. That's only gonna bring...

All right, Justy, stay up here.

Come on.

Now you ain't gonna give us

no more trouble, are you, Justy?

No. I-I'll just stay right here

and fix my leaf up.

I didn't mean to cause you no trouble,

but I kept remembering Jim and Harry.

They were my brothers.

Right through there.

I can remember...

crawling up on the bunk and...

and watching them hung.

It was like they seen me

and was trying to call out to me.

That's an awful unkindly way for a man to die.

Where's the judge now?

Across the street to the hotel,

getting ready for the hearing.

Oh, Mr. Paladin.

Your Honor, in view of the spirit

those men represent,

do you think this is really the time or the place

to hear the case of Justy Groton?

Well, I'm aware there are a few agitators, but I see no reason

for honoring a change-of-venue motion

nor for ordering a delay for that reason.

Mr. Justice, this is not Boston.

Mr. Paladin, there are just two prerequisites

for the administration of justice

here or in Boston or at any other place:

to know the law thoroughly

and to pass on it impartially and to the letter.

Now, uh, Mr. Clerk, would you prepare

to convene the hearing?

Will you excuse me?

Well, I gotta say that at first,

Justy here was pretty hard to handle, all right.

He'd kick and scream at anybody that'd come near him.

He wouldn't eat nothing, and he wouldn't say nothing,

except how he was going to pay everybody back

for hanging his brothers.

You made such statements

as you just heard the sheriff testify to?

Well, m-maybe I did, I guess,

but it's been so long now, I-I don't remember much.

Uh, he never talked like that again.

As a matter of fact, he didn't hardly say nothing

for more than a year.

He'd just sit on his bunk and stare off.

Then to keep from going off his head, I guess,

he-he started collecting the leaves

that would blow through his cell window.

Kind of gave him something to live for, you might say.

Then he wasn't no trouble at all.

Uh, leastways, until he took it into his head to run off.

This court is precluded from ruling upon

any previously determined issues in this case.

It is the province of this court to recommend clemency

to the governor general of the territory.

However, following accepted precedents,

a prisoner's attempt to escape

mitigates against any such clemency.

Therefore, unless there is

further pertinent testimony to be heard,

this court shall now,

as set forth in the federal criminal code,

fix a new date of execution,

not to exceed 90 days from this date, nor less than 30.

Your Honor...

I said "pertinent testimony," Mr. Paladin.

Your Honor, Justin Groton has spent 11 years,

almost half his life, in a cell.

That's pertinent, isn't it?

Isn't that enough punishment to pay

for any crime he could conceivably have committed

at the age of 13?

It is not and it cannot be pertinent

in the eyes of the law.

This court has no jurisdiction

over the original sentence in this case.

It must be accepted a priori.

That is the law, Mr. Paladin.

And it must be accepted as it is set down.

Would you have sentenced him to death?

Would you have hung a 13-year-old boy

to teach him a lesson?

That alters nothing.

Such a sentence was passed,

and this court must abide by its determination.

Passed by whom?

By reasonable, calm men?

No, sir.

That sentence was passed and imposed

by a town choked with hate.

Shut him up and get on with the sentence.

I will have silence, or I shall issue a contempt citation.

Hate just like that, Your Honor.

Sure, there was hate. And why not?

The Grotons raided this town twice over

before we set a trap for them.

They burned. They looted. They killed.

Why, a life to one of them

was no more than a blade of dry grass.

I had half papers on a mine here.

I'd have been clear of this place,

with the vein still running thick

and money in my pockets,

if the Grotons hadn't stolen my payroll.

If you're going to let a gunman scare you

out of doing your duty, then you ain't much of a judge.

I done my sworn duty

when I passed judgment on his brothers.

And I'd have seen him swinging 11 years ago

if the other two selectmen hadn't voted me down.

You sat as a judge?

That's right.

Me and the other miners on the Vigilance Committee.

Your Honor, Justin Groton

was convicted by a kangaroo court, a court of miners.

In effect, this boy has never been tried.

While it appears to have been an irregular procedure,

still it has a quasi-legal basis.

And since the statute of limitations

does not apply to a capital case...

All right. All right, Your Honor.

Now, you say you set a trap for the Grotons.

That's right. And sprung it

before they got into town.

Then any capital crime which was committed

was committed before this raid.

Justy...

Did you ever kill anyone?

No, sir!

I never did. I swear it!

He was with them, wasn't he?

Anyway, he'd have done his share of killing,

just like his brothers did

if we hadn't locked him up.

Did he kill anyone?

Did he?

No.

Your point is very well taken, Mr. Paladin.

This court rules that

since no capital crime was committed,

Justin Groton

may not now be brought to the bar.

Sheriff, release the prisoner.

You can't do that! He's a Groton!

Y-Y-You mean free?

J-Just-Just free?

Justin Groton, you are conditionally paroled

to the present jurisdiction...

That is, the town and environs of Coffinville...

Until such time as the legal certification

of this ruling can be issued.

The same blood runs in his veins as in all the other Grotons'.

The only difference is they're dead and can't pick up a gun.

Clerk, clear the court.

Any of you remember here

what the Grotons did 11 years ago?

Well, I remember and I don't need no eastern city judge

to tell me how to protect my womenfolk!

Clear the court!

What about the rest of you?

Clear the court!

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You got to let me in!

I'm free! I'm free!

The judge said so!

I'm free! I'm free!

You got to let me in. I'm free!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

What are we waiting for?

You ain't gonna shoot nobody, Sheriff.

So put that gun away.

Go on back to your business, now, all of you!

Get away from him!

Now, I'm going to tell you one more time to get away from him!

No.

They shouldn't have done that to him.

He didn't do anything to make them hurt him like that.

Groton, can you hear me?

You ain't always going to have a gunman around to protect you.

My brother told me.

He said, "Kill 'em!"

Kill 'em or they'll kill me.

What good is the law?

He says I'm free, but I'm not!

I can't even buy a penny licorice!

What kind of men are you?

You're all in contempt of court. I'll see that you...

You ain't gonna see nothing.

Let's go get him.

I'll kill anybody that comes near me!

Justy, put that gun down!

If you kill someone, Justin, I can't help you.

Judge, this is indeed not Boston.

Now, will you let me have it?

Now, you people,

unless you're interested in seeing five dead men

in the middle of this street,

you stay where you are.

Justy!

Keep back!

Well, Justy, this is a different kind of a court.

You can be your own judge and jury now.

If Keel was right about you,

all you have to do to prove it is pull the trigger.

It was...

just...

He said I was free.

You heard him.

But freedom doesn't come in a book.

There's no writ, no code, no citation

that can guarantee it.

Then how?

I don't know.

But I do know you have to keep fighting people like that

without using their ways.

Until somehow, someday...

maybe you can tear away the scales of blindness.