01x01 - The Executioners

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Good riddance.

That's what
everybody says.

And knows to be true.

A man like Tom Newcome--

a man like Tom's been
looking for the gallows
the last 20 years.

Well, you found one
for him.

BOY: How'd you like
the hangin', Miss Celia?

Hello, Miss Celia.

How'd you like
the hangin'?

It was
a terrible thing.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

STEVE: Molly.

What'd you think
of the hangin'?

Oh, I hated it.

I just hated it.

What'd you go for?

Don't bait me, Steve.

I had to go,
and you know it.

No, I'm not
baiting you. I--

Downy-cheeked kid.

What does he know
what to ask?

The Virginian came
to pay some laden bills.

See him?
He's waiting for me.

He didn't show
at the hangout.

I know.

Give me a minute
with him, will you?

Sure.
What for?

Celia.

Hello.
Are you all right?

Hi.

I had to go.

I run a newspaper

I had to see it.

And now I'll write
about it.

I had to go.

Nobody said you didn't.

Anywhere a man gets hanged,
people come to watch.

So, why weren't you there?

There's no point to it.

Why not?

A man's dying--
any man's--

belongs to himself
and any friends
he wants close.

Tom didn't have
a friend in the world.

You don't think
Tom was hanged

for the crime he was
convicted for, do you?

You don't think
he m*rder*d that woman?

I don't know.

Well...

Steven and Trampas
don't seem to mind at all.

Like you said, Molly--

a man gets hanged,
people come to watch.

I don't like this kind
of talk between us,

like we're being
cunning with each other
or something.

It's important that
we don't talk that way.

I--I don't know
what I mean exactly.

I do. I know exactly
what you mean.

Well...

if I ever get to sneak
away from those two...

tell me about it,
will you?

Heh. I will.

All right.

How do you do it?

I think winnin' more.
I think it.

Miss Celia.
Ma'am.

I want to tell you
something.

Yes, ma'am.

It's said you have doubts
about Tom's guilt.

You should be told
to your face that
my testimony was true.

We all believed you,
ma'am.

Tom Newcome
was not with me

at the time
that woman was k*lled.

Tom Newcome
was never with me.

Tom Newcome--

why, I never
even knew him.

We know that,
Miss Celia.

Well...

I just felt it should
be said again, that's all.

You believe it?
Believe what?

Years ago,
what they said about her,

just a little after
she got here to teach school.

Some kids seen her
dancin' in the moonlight,

all by herself.

What makes you
believe that?

Nothin'.

Just that it's
a pretty picture.

I like the way
it'd look.

You mean
with her in it?

Sure.

Slap a little
face rouge on her,

push a pretty in her hair,

you got yourself
a moonlight dancer.

**

Medicine Bow?
That's right.

There was a hangin'.

You come to watch?

Well, you're too late
to see it. It's done.

It was a shivaree,
mister.

Everybody come?
Everybody.

You missed somethin'.
It was a real show.

A man died on
the gallows, mister.

That's all
there was to it.

**

Hi.

Betsy.
Ma'am.
Hi, Betsy.

Yes, you are.
I am what?

I've been thinkin'
about this all day

and tryin'
to make up my mind.

Yep. You're pretty.

Well, thank you, Betsy.

What about me?

Uh...funny.

What about me, Betsy?

I'm gonna marry you.

Yes, ma'am.

Race you back to Shiloh.

**

Hyah!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Yee-hee!

THE VIRGINIAN:
That's a sight.

Every time, I gotta
stop and take a look.

It's yours, gents.

Did you let me win
'cause you're courting me?

Any man doesn't court you
hasn't got good sense.

Now, what's all this
to

Tonight's my party.

You need a heifer
in a pit

to tell you
I'm 15 years old today?

No, ma'am.

Is that all
you have to say?

Happy birthday.

See you later, honey.

See you later, honey.

Why should I have been
at that hangin'?

To dignify it.

That what worries you,

that a man's dyin'
was without dignity?

That's not what
I said or meant.

That a man's death
became a carnival

with kids and lemonade?

Chivalry
under a gallows.
That what worries you?

People want to watch.
They have the right,
whatever way they choose.

And you're sayin'
I should've been
part of it?

You're an important man,
Judge.

The way you are
is important,

and what you think
is important.

You don't come to
a big to-do like
Tom Newcome's hanging,

people could
begin to wonder.

Wonder about what?

The judge's position.

Might seem to them,
him not bein' there...

might seem to them
the Judge thinks
we wronged Newcome.

That couldn't be,
could it, Judge?

I wasn't there, either,
Sheriff.

I noticed.

You think we wronged
Newcome, Judge?

He needed to die.

He needed to die.

You said it,
a jury said it...

and the hangman.

A man takes a life
like Tom Newcome took
that woman's...

he pays for it
with his own.

It's the law.

There's no reason to
be bitter about it,
is there?

No reason.

You know what's happening
to us, Virginian,

to this wilderness,
to this savage land?

You'll tell me, Judge.

Civilization, progress.

You objecting
to civilization?

You know what civilization
really means?

Sure, I do. I saw it
comin' through town

on the way back to Shiloh.

It's called
a phosphate palace.

See that, Sheriff?
The Virginian and me,

we're men of a breed.

Sorry we didn't suit you,
Judge.

Sorry it didn't happen
like you wanted.

That time will come.

That time of dignity.

Thanks for giving me
the time of day, Judge.

You said you weren't
at the hanging?

Nope.
Why not?

I've been at hangings.

They're supposed to be
an end to something.

And?

No one goes unmourned.

That's right, Virginian.

No one does.

**

Tom Newcome.

That's Tom Newcome
lyin' there.

**

Yeeee-ha-ha-ha!

**

**

You know him?

We've met.

I know him.

His name
is Paul Taylor.

He spent most of day
at the newspaper office.

Doing what?

Reading. He devoured every
back copy of the paper

I handed him.

When I left,
he was still there.

Good evening,
Miss Molly.

Mr. Taylor.

Your eyes must be burning
from so much reading.

They say laughin' sets up
tears to cool 'em.

That's why I'm here.

There's laughin'
goin' on here.

The word was
the town's invited.

I know I'm a stranger.

Stay. Enjoy yourself.

Thank you.

I mean to.

You try it,
Mr. Brady.

You try it, Mr. Brady.

Do we know each other?

No. You gonna try
that nail thing

like the lady asked you?

I'm Celia Ames.

Schoolteacher.

Yes.

Pleased to know you,
Miss Celia.

Now, how did you
know Celia--

I read her name
in the newspaper.

It's a gentle name.

I remembered it.

You gonna try
that nail thing?

You'd be...

Paul.

Paul Taylor.

Show me the strength
of your arm, Paul.

Me?
You.

Ain't much.

Show me.

Ooh.
Come on.

Yeah.

Um...

Hmm.

Whoo! Ooh!

Oooh! Whoo-hoo!

Are you hurt?

Yes, Miss Celia.

I am hurt.

**

Are you the birthday girl?

That's right.
I'm Betsy Garth,

and today
I'm 15 years old.

Oh. Well, I brought you
a present, Betsy.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

String?

Not just string.
What I can do with it...

Ladies and gentlemen--

Ladies and gentlemen!

Folks? Folks, can I have
your attention, please?

Folks? I just want
to show you

the presents that I've
brought Miss Betsy.

I bring Miss Betsy
the setting sun.

And I bring her a canoe.

A special kind of canoe,
called an outrigger.

And Osage Indian diamonds.

That's beautiful.

Who brought Miss Betsy
such things?

What more can be given
with a tangle of string?

Oh, yes.

Ha ha ha ha!

JUDGE: Boy?
Yes, sir?

You from Texas?

Sometimes Lonesome Port,
Judge.

Play us some Mexican
dancing music, will you?

That was quite a show
you put on up there.

Did you like it?
No.

What didn't you like?

The hangin' part.

That was
Tom Newcome's hangin'.

Yeah, I figured.

That Miss Celia
sure dances pretty,
don't she?

That's all done.
What do you want
to rile folks

with a hangin' for?

Did I do that?
Mm-hmm.

Did I do that
to you, mister?

Forget it.
This here's a party.

A man's hangin'...

fallin' on the same day
that a pretty little girl
was born.

That--That is
something to remember.

This hangin' mean
something to you?

Seems it meant something
to you, mister.

Seems it meant something
to this whole town.

Just that Tom Newcome
k*lled a woman,
and he hanged for it.

No more than that?
Mm.

To you personally,
I mean.

Tom Newcome's dyin'
meant no more than that?

It seems to me
it must've meant more.

Why, I, uh...

pull out a dirty
little piece of old string,

make a noose out of it,

you--you get all riled up.

What do you want
here?

Just to be a part
of things.

Seems you're
doing that fine.

I've been
a long time alone.

That supposed to
make me feel sorry
for you?

I wouldn't know, mister.

I wouldn't know
what makes you sorry.

Miss Celia?

I want to thank you.

When you thought
my hand was hurt,

you touched it.

There's a word for that.

You know it?

Compassion.
Compassion.

That's the fist time
I ever said it out loud.

May I have the pleasure
of a dance?

The crowd pushing you.

Outside,
when I came up here,

the wind was so...

quiet and soft.

Yes.

**

Hyah!

Whoa.

Hyah! Hyah there!

Hyah!

Hyah there! Hyah!

Pretty, ain't they?

Daddy said any one
I wanted.
I know that.

Hyah!

Howdy.

Morning,
Miss Betsy.

Good mornin'.

It's the biggest spread
I've ever been on.

Been ridin' around it
all morning.

You could ride
lots of mornings

and never see
the end of it.

That's right.

I asked, and they say
you're the foreman.

Then you'd be the right man
to see about a job.

What can you do?

Well, I can do
most anything pretty good.

I can.

I like what you did
with those strings.

Uh, not the last part
especially, but the first.

Well, I still gotta
give you a keepin' present.

Sure. Take a little
gold from the sun,

then a little blue
from the sky.

Put 'em all together
and we make you
a pretty little thing

to match the color
of your eyes.

Maybe you'd like
something that good old
Mother Nature grows.

So, if you blow
real gently...

I'll make you a pretty...

pretty, pretty little rose.

What else can you do?

Most anything.

Truly.

I know.

Can you break a horse?

Sure.

Can you figure out
which one you want yet?

Oh, yes.

That one.

Miss Betsy, you want
that colt saddle-broke

or just the way he is?

Any way at all
would be fine.

Trampas,
get out the black!

Run two others in
with him!

Yo!

Hyah! Get in there!

( Trampas shouting,
whistling )

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Trampas.

Uhh!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whew!

Ha ha ha!

Whoo!

Come here,
you little devil.

You're a fine colt,
and I'm gonna
ride you now.

Trampas.

Hey!

Hyah!

Hyah. Hyah!

There you are, ma'am.

Thank you.

50 cents a day
and keep.

I like it here.
Heh heh.

**

Well, he's a worker,
all right.

I don't like him.
Why?

I got a feeling
about him.

He irritates me.

Why should he do that?

All he is somebody
I pay for you.

You're gettin' old,
Judge.

Leery of drifters
is a sure sign of it.

You'll be pokin'
under the bed next.

That's not it,
and you know it.

That boy acts it,
but he's no fool.

See him much
around the bunkhouse?

No.

No.

Finishes his day's work,

and some other hand
would be tired from it.

He goes off into town.

Oh, I know there's
no law against that,

but he harasses people.

What do you do to someone
to harass 'em?

You, uh...bother 'em.

You ask questions
about the trial,

about Tom Newcome,

Celia Ames.

Don't he worry you some?

He always did.

But that boy's a worker,
like you said.

He can ride and rope fine.

He gives his four bits'
worth every day.

And he don't carry a g*n.

Judge, I'm foreman here,
and I'm runnin' your ranch.

And I'm runnin' it better
because he's workin' for me.

**

**

Paul?

Yes, ma'am?

Am I pretty?

I suppose you are.

Do you know what I do
sometimes?

Shall I tell you?

Yes.

I dance. That's what
I do sometimes.

At night...

when the moon is so bright
it hurts my eyes.

You know what I mean?

Do you know what I mean?

Would you do that?

For me?

Dance?

No.

I'm older
than you are, Paul.

I'm much older than--

No.

A few years maybe.

Would you...

kiss me now?

Not an important one.
Just...

to be kissed by someone...

here...

now.

Talk to me, Paul.

What man
kissed you last?

Oh, that's stupid talk...
that a petulant child--

I wanted to know,
that's all.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Never will.

Why did you ask me that?

No reason.

Paul, who are you?

I don't know what
you mean by that.

Where do you come from?
Why are you here?

Oklahoma.

And I am here because
this is where I got to.

What did you do
in Oklahoma?

Oh, lots of things.

Cowhand, ranch.

But more than that,
though,

once I was
a travelin' man.

Celia...Celia, would you
like to hear about that?

Oh, yes.

I'm nimble.
Have you noticed?

Ha ha ha!

I can do things with
my body and my hands.

Quick things.

For a time, I was
a circus fella.

Circus?
Mm-hmm.

Tricks.

Jugglin'.

Travelin' around.
I did all that.

That's very
interesting, Paul.

Celia.

Do you drink?
What?

Are you
a whiskey drinker?

Well, I am.

Sometimes, I mean.

You wait right here, now.

**

Celia, would you like
a drink of whiskey?

No.

Well, I would.

Taste it.

I, uh...

I'd sometimes--

like you--

Yes, ma'am.

I want to go home now.

Why?

I want to go home
now, Paul.

You know a secret
about me now, Paul.

I know a couple of 'em.

You, uh, like to dance
in the moonlight.

You drink whiskey
sometimes.

The only other man
who knew that, I...loved.

Who was he?

**

Someone.

Good evening.

Hello, Sheriff.

Just parking?

I don't know
what you mean.

We were taking
a ride.

It's a very
pleasant evening.

That's right, it is.

Well...

let me tell you
something, Miss Celia.

You shouldn't be
riding around like this
late at night.

You're a schoolteacher.

And it's not right
for you to be with
a stranger come to town

this late at night.

You understand what
I'm saying to you,
Miss Celia?

Yes.

What?

Yes.

Yes.

Get going, boy.

**

Whoa.

You work good.

Seems you're real good
at a lot of things.

You ride
all the way out here
to tell me that?

Uh-huh.

All right, you told me.

Folks come to me...

talkin' about you
all the time.

The old man, a gravedigger,
for instance.

How you stood
by Tom Newcome's grave.

Why'd you do that?

I missed the hangin'.
I didn't want to miss
all of it.

Then there was the party...

and you makin' a noose
a playactin' like
the hangman.

Folks are still
talkin' about it.

I didn't know that string
was gonna do that.

It just kind of
took hold of my fingers--

I said a thing
to you last night.

"Get going," you said.

You ought to get
riding out of here, boy.

Far away.

Most of the people
around here

would be a lot happier
if you did that.

Including me.

You jealous of me,
Sheriff?

Me?

Why,
I'm nothin' but a clown.

A man like you...

What about...me?

Why, you're
ten feet tall.

Hangin' a man like
Tom Newcome...

a man like you...

ladies all around must be
bitin' their lips,

waitin' for you to call,

watchin' you
when you walk by.

Talk to me some more.

Well, you take
that girl...

that, uh, that lady
Newcome k*lled.

What about her?

Seems to every
cowhand around

she was what
Saturday night
was meant to be.

Go on.

A man like you--

It seems like you'd
be right up there

at the head
of the crowd.

And her holdin'
her hand out to you

and shuttin' the door
on the rest of 'em.

Did she do that?

Did she do that
to you, Sheriff?

Before old Tom Newcome
came and shot her down.

Oh, come on, Sheriff.
You can tell me.

Why, I can hold secrets
like they were sleepin'
in stone.

Ask Miss Celia.

**

I say something?

You notice I don't wear
a g*n, Sheriff?

Well, hi.
Are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

What are you
doin' here?

Paul invited me.
He found me riding,

and he wanted to know
if I'd like to watch
him trick-sh**t.

You were wonderful.

Thank you, Miss Betsy.

Go home, Betsy.

Well, why? I was having
such a good time.

You heard me. Go home.

Miss Betsy...

go home.

All right, Paul.

But because
you said so.

Hyah.

Mister...

don't lay a hand
on me again.

Or what?

Or what is,
I'll k*ll you.

Try it.

I spent all my b*ll*ts
cuttin' down a birch sapling.

You could reload.

Well, like I say...

I ain't got
any more b*ll*ts.

Besides, no reason
to k*ll you.

Except you'd
give me one.

Good with a g*n, huh?

Yeah.
Real good...

considering you've
told it around
you never wear one.

Betsy was impressed.

Betsy's a child.
Yes, she is.

Betsy a part of
your schemin'?

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

Avenge a man's hangin'.

Tom Newcome's hangin'.

Not hard to figure.

Gunplay, oilin' up
for the k*ll.

Playin' the hangin' fool
with a piece of string.

Goin' to a grave,
plan to go a week,
and be forgotten.

That's why you rode in
to Medicine Bow--
to avenge him.

To avenge a man
who walked across
who knows how many graves

on the way to his own.

That's why you're here.

Not yet.

Not yet, Paul.

First you're gonna
hear me out.

You tell me
about Tom Newcome.

You tell me about
the man he was.

Hired k*ller
is what he was,

and he had
a lust for it.

Bought for a price to do
someone else's k*lling.

And he sold cheap...

because of
his lust for it.

It was use to him
for a time--

a wilderness man
for hire.

But not anymore.

A new time was biting
at his heels.

And finally he must
have come to know it.

And finally,
growing desperate,

k*lling a helpless,
accommodating woman.

They found her where
it said Tom k*lled her,

and they hanged him
for it...

because he was done,
and not needed.

And deserved to die

for reasons no one
will ever know
the count of.

And I say,
guilty or not,

good riddance.

**

Aah!

You know what
he meant to me?

I wasn't sure.
Now I am.

You won't stop me.

If I have to.

People say he was hanged
for the wrong k*lling.

They say Tom
wouldn't k*ll a woman.

People say that.

I say it, too.

What are you
gonna do about it?

Just ask questions
like I been doin'.

Come to the truth
about it.

I think you're a man
who'd understand.

Leave me be.

Give me the time for it.

And when I find out
the truth...

maybe that's all
I'll want to know.

Maybe I'll
just ride away.

**

Well, that won't
show much.

Ooh.

Hurts good, huh?
Yeah.

Well, now it's happened.
Get rid of him.

Why?

He's trouble.
I don't want him
around here.

I don't want my hands
getting beat up.

Well, that's not
your problem, Judge.

And I don't want him
around Betsy.

That is my problem.

Well, how's it gonna look?

I fight him,
then I fire him.

It's gonna make me look
like some kind of a fool.

Well, you got a big lump
fist fighting.

That looks
pretty foolish.

Now, look, Judge--

Monday morning,
I don't want to
see him around here.

Get rid of him.

**

**

Paul, Miss Celia.

What pretty flowers.

Thank you, ma'am.

Saturday night
courting?

I guess it looks like it.

What'd you stop us for?

I gotta talk to you, Paul.

Not now, mister.

Just wanted to make sure
you'll see me tomorrow.

Carryin' flowers.

Yeah, I noticed.

Me, I'd hide 'em
under the poncho.

Well, you know
the Virginian.

When it comes to courtin',
he's got no shame.

Don't seem manly.

No.

You know,
I think he needs help.

Somebody ought to
talk to him.

I'd do it.
So would I.

I'll match you.
Yo.

Tails.
You win.

Well, wait a minute.
Look again.

You talk to him good, now.
You hear?

**

I'll do that.

Now you can make it
important.

Why?

Because I don't feel
like it, that's why.

I, uh...
I brought you
flowers, didn't I?

Yes, you brought me
flowers.

And that's a pretty
civilized thing to do,
isn't it?

Very.

And you're always
screaming that I'm not
very civilized.

I've never screamed
at you in my life.

And let me tell you
something else.

The day that I do
start screaming,

that's the day that
you'll know you're
making progress.

That, by the way,
is the day also that--

Brought you some flowers.

Steve.

Come in.

Aren't they lovely?

They're two bits
for the bunch, as many
as you can carry.

Well, I'll get
some water.

What are you
doin' here?

I'm havin' a Saturday night.
What are you havin'?

You ought to be doin'
what a kid your age is
supposed to be doin'--

playing cards,
not courtin'.

Well, I like courtin'.

MOLLY: Sit down, boys.

I'll put on some tea.

How nice.

**

I'm, uh, I'm sorry,
Miss Molly,

but I gotta
get out of here.
I just gotta get out.

I mean, I'm not
a tea-drinker, now.

And I don't want
to have to say I am

in case somebody
asks me if I am.

And besides, it's
a beautiful night out,

and I think
we ought to go riding.

Well, I feel like riding.

Good, then why
don't we ride?

Well, let's go, boys.

Both of us?

It's a wide country.

It's not that wide.

Listen, why don't you
go on back downtown?

Do some gambling.
What for?

I feel it in my bones,
you got a lucky streak
coming up.

Well, tell me more.
I really do!

Oh.

Well, look what
he's done.

What a nice thing
to do.

All I can say is, you got
a stupid-lookin' horse.

If I was that horse,
I wouldn't budge.

Miss Molly, you're gonna
look might pretty
up on this horse.

Especially with me
riding beside him.

It's a nice night,
boys, isn't it?

Heads.
Tails.

I lost my quarter.

What are you doin'?

You're disqualified.

Wait, is that
the rule?

Surprised
you didn't know.

Once more.
Yo.

I'll match you.

Heads.
You lose.

Hey, now, wait a minute.
Show me.

Trampas, haven't we
always had a good,
honest relationship?

Don't we always
take pride in that?

Well...that's what
you always brag about,
Trampas.

Sure.

Well, there goes
my flowers.

Quarter. Quarter.

Gee.

What else?

He was very handsome.

Very, very handsome.

And you loved him.

I loved him.

More than you.

I think
more than you, Paul.

I think so.

Don't you care?

I got here later,
that's all.

Are we lovers now, Paul?

Is that what we are?

What else?

About what?

About Tom.

Tom?

I never said
his name, Paul.

I never said his name.

You're just drunk.

I never said his name.

You said Tom Newcome.

You said
once you loved him.

You did.

I loved him.

More than me,
you said.

Yes.

I guess maybe--

maybe it's because
I got so much to...

learn about courtin'...
as yet.

Because I'm younger.

Yes.

Are you listening
to me, Celia?

Well, listen to me.

Dear Paul--

No. Just listen.

Just listen.

Tom Newcome...

was my father.

**

Tom Newcome's son.

Tom Newcome's son,
Celia.

No. No.

No. No. No!

Oh!

**

Miss Celia?

What did you do
to my father?

I k*lled him.

I didn't mean to.

I couldn't help myself.

I couldn't say it.
I couldn't.

What did he
expect me to do?

Stand up in front of
all those people--

all those people
at the trial--and...

say it.

Tell them...

destroy myself.

Fingers pointing at me.

Schoolteacher with the...

morals of a--

of a--

of a--

I can't say the word.

Oh.

I was with him that night.

That night...
a woman was k*lled.

I--I was with him.

With him.

Because...

I loved him.

And he loved me.

He...

said he loved me.

We were together.

We were together,
so someone else k*lled
that woman.

Not Tom.

And I had to say
it was not so because--

because what they
would have done to me--

the people of the town--

laugh at me,

point at me.

That's why I had to say...

Tom was not with me.

Don't you see?

I am a woman who...

teaches children.

And therefore...

I am not to be touched.

**

What you said
about my father was wrong.

Paul!

Paul!

SHERIFF: Boy?

Where you going, boy?

I heard the school bell
ringin'.

What are you doin' here?

I asked you a question.

What are you doin' here?

I was goin' into town,
Sheriff.

And I guess finally
I was gonna get to you.

Why were you
gonna do that?

To tell you
he's Tom Newcome's son.

To tell you Tom
was with the schoolteacher

when that woman
was k*lled.

Is it true?
She said it's true.

Yes!

Miss Celia...
you perjured and you lied.

And a man's dead
because of it.

You caused that hangin'
and you made me
a part of it.

PAUL:
That's right, Sheriff.

And you were part of it.

Put that g*n down,
Paul.

Once you saw me sh**t,
Virginian.

Tell the sheriff
how good I sh**t.

Put it down, Paul.

No, I can't do that.

All right, boy. You got
a g*n in your hand.

Now say your piece.

There ain't much to say.

A woman lied,
and my father hanged for it.

Now, let me tell you
what's going on
in my mind, Sheriff.

I can't k*ll a woman.

And I can't k*ll the whole
town who hanged him.

But I gotta do something.

I'm the son of my father,

and I have got
to do something!

You mean me.

It's you standin' there,

and lookin' at you,
and you're the man
who jailed him.

And you're the man
who marched him up them steps,

and you're the man
who set spring to that trap!

You're the man
who k*lled my father.

I'm gonna k*ll you,
Sheriff.

So, you bite your lip,
or do whatever you gotta do

just before you die.

Paul, listen to me.
About what?

What's gonna happen
after you k*ll him?

A dead sheriff
is all I care about.

A dead man because
my father's dead.

You pull that trigger,
it's gonna be
me and you, Paul.

And maybe you'll
make out fine, Virginian.

And even that
don't matter much.

Look, I'm not saying
somebody shouldn't suffer

for what's happened--

the man who did the m*rder
your father died for.

What man? Who was he,
Virginian Him?

Now nobody
will ever know.

A cowpoke on
a Saturday night binge,

or a saddle bum
passing through,
or whoever.

Nobody'll ever know.

But you gotta
believe it, boy.

I didn't know a lie
was being made.

I just didn't know.

Now there's no way
I can undo it.

Are you crawlin'
a little bit, Sheriff?

I don't want to die,
if that's what you're
asking me.

All of us are guilty,
Paul. Even me.

For not sayin' loud enough
what I believed.

There wasn't
enough evidence
against your father.

But he is dead!

Because a town and a time
had such fury.

They didn't give him
a chance...

like you're doing.

Like you're doing, Paul.

Like you've
already done...

to her. To Celia.

Makin' her love you
and then shamin' her.

Think of the dyin'
she's gonna do...

knowin' what she's done.

And the sheriff.

And me.

All of us.

**

And now everybody's
had his say.

Your way is better,
Virginian.

You got a lot of
dyin' to do...

for a long time.

All of you.

Now it don't ache so much.

**

Now it's done.

We were havin'
a Saturday night.