Long Shadows (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(ethereal music)

(wind blowing)

(dramatic music)

- Preston, Preston.

Marcus. Marcus.

Marcus, can you hear me? My God.

(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

- [Sister Luisa] Are you ready,

Marcus?

(horse whinnies)

(dramatic music continues)

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

(horse chuffs)

This is to help you get

by, until you get home.

Marcus, your mother was right.

Follow your heart, huh?

And don't ever lose

your imagination.

- [Marcus] Thank

you, Sister Luisa.

(dramatic music continues)

(people chattering)

(horse chuffs)

(horse whinnies)

- Hey, boy, don't you know

you never touch a man's horse

unless you're invited?

Naughty. I'll take

a ball and chalk.

- Ned, get back to work.

Do you need anything sweetie?

- A horse.

- Oh, well it happens, I

know a man who sells them.

Come into the saloon,

we'll discuss it.

(horse whinnies)

Come on.

Ned.

- Huh?

(people chattering)

- Please. Have a seat.

What would you like?

- Water.

- Oh, okay.

- Thank you.

- Mm, what's your name, sweetie?

- Marcus.

- Marcus. I'm Vivian.

Vivian Villere.

Welcome to Purgatory.

- Huh. Fancy.

- Yeah.

Marcus, are you looking

to be entertained tonight?

- Excuse me?

- Yeah. Do you want

company, a girl?

Oh, well, what kind of an

horse are you hoping to buy?

- One to get me home.

- Oh, well.

You should go see Titus at the

livery up the street.

You tell him that I sent

you and he'll do you right.

Where are you staying?

Oh, now I have rooms.

50 cents a night.

Can you do that?

Oh good.

Oh, you've been working

on the railspur?

- Aged outta the

mission orphanage.

- Huh.

Is that a fact?

Mmm.

(mellow music)

- Come sit by me.

I like that you're reading

that book I gave you.

- Mom...

- Huh?

- What's a shaman?

- A shaman is a healer

connected to the divine.

He knows in all people that good

and evil walk hand in hand.

In the end, goodness

must lead the way.

- I dream about those etchings.

- Don't ever lose

that imagination.

I got a new name

for you, Shaman.

- [Mom] He's an artist.

- He gets that from you.

(chuckles)

It's in his blood.

- Another one aged out

from the orphanage.

(dramatic music)

Received a cash stipend.

- Mm, well might be

time for the Mexican

to earn some bread

and honey, huh?

- Oh, the beauty of restitution.

(chickens clucking)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music continues)

(breathing heavily)

(coyotes calling)

(door opening)

- (gasps) Please, please.

Don't hit me again.

- I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'm sorry I locked

you in this room.

I didn't want you to run away

before we had a chance to talk.

You remind me of myself

when I was young,

ambitious, smart,

beautiful, hmm.

You told me you wanted to attend

the Conservatory of Music.

Well, you're not gonna

earn enough money

playing the piano downstairs.

That is just a fact.

Think about the opportunity

that you have

being here with me.

Men control this world.

It's never gonna change.

But we have our

own kind of power.

Let me show you

how to manipulate

that power to your benefit.

You can be a victim or

you can control your fate.

I wasn't raised to be like this.

Well, my girls, they earn

their way to respectability.

What they do here doesn't get

in the way of them marrying

a rancher or a doctor or any

of the noble professions.

(sighs)

- I don't know.

- There's a charming

young man in room three.

Why don't you go and see him?

(knocking)

(people chattering in distance)

- May I come in?

- Okay.

(gentle music)

- Miss Vivian sent me.

- For what?

- Companionship, you know?

Pleasure.

- I didn't ask for any pleasure.

- Then why are you here?

- I could ask you the same.

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily continues)

You don't have to do that.

(sighs)

- Thank you.

I don't want to be here.

I have never...

been with a man.

- Well, I've never been

with a girl either.

Sister Luisa,

she said that's something

special that you save.

- May I?

This is beautiful.

This is your home?

- Was.

(hooves thudding)

(tense music)

- What is your name?

- Marcus Dollar.

Yours?

(clock ticking in background)

- Belle DuBois.

- I've never heard

that kind of name.

- My real name is Dulce Flores.

- Dulce.

Sweet.

(softly laughs)

Why are you

using a fake name?

Something to do

with Miss Vivian?

How'd you wind up here?

- Me Papa, he made pottery.

Oh, and my sister,

she's just like him.

When he died, she wanted

me to be like her.

We got in a big

argument and I left.

- To come here?

- No...

to make enough money

to attend the

Conservatory of Music.

- Music?

- I play piano.

Miss Vivian, she

hired me to play here.

At least that's what I thought.

After a while she

said I had to do more.

I refuse.

(Dulce sniffles)

- She do that to you?

(sniffles)

- Her and Ned. They beat Myra.

(dramatic music)

She was one of the girls

here. They hurt her so bad.

I never saw her again.

All I want to do is

go home. (whimpering)

- Dulce, Dulce, wake up.

- (gasps) I need to

get back to my room.

- No wait.

I'm fixing to buy a

horse. I'll take you home.

- You will?

- That's right.

- But Miss Vivian and Ned

live downstairs and

I don't see how--

- I'm going to get

you outta here.

Trust me.

I won't be long.

- [Titus] Oh Lord, but now

I'm found

- [Marcus] Excuse me.

- What can I do for you?

- Need a horse.

What about that one?

- Duchess?

She belongs to Sheriff Tibbs.

Will run you north

of 200 or more.

Hold on now, fella. I

got others, I got others.

- I need one cheap

and I need it now.

- Ah, you got a name?

- Marcus.

- Tell you what,

Marcus, sell you

that old mule right

there for $10.

Another three and pay my

boy Jesse for that saddle

and bridle, over train.

Yeah. Get you

wherever you're going.

- I'll take him.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps approaching)

Let's go, Dulce.

- [Ned] Belle?

Belle?

- [Marcus] Are you okay?

- [Ned] What are you doing?

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, you!

Hey, come back.

- [Marcus] Hold on, Dulce.

- You come back

here. Not a snipe.

Vivian, Vivian!

- What are you yelling about?

- Belle and that dustbin lad

took off on a mule.

- What?

- Right now.

- She saw what we did to Myra.

- Who's gonna miss

a dead wh*re?

- Nobody unless that Mexican

girl opens her mouth.

- You are as stupid as you're

ugly. Now, go find her.

Lest, we will be

swinging on the gallows.

(dramatic music)

(horse chuffs)

- I have been praying for God

to deliver me from the mess

I got myself in.

(gentle music)

Just when I lost hope

and didn't want to live anymore,

he sent to you.

I will never forget.

Why don't you stay, get rest?

Leave in the morning.

- I best get on.

(gentle music continues)

- Thank you.

I hope I will see you again.

(gentle music continues)

- Dulce.

(both speaking Spanish)

(gentle music)

(wind blowing)

(birds chirping)

(hooves thudding)

(tense music)

- Preston.

- It's okay.

(g*n blasts)

- Oh. Kip, grab her.

- Please, don't

hurt us. I beg you, please.

(man grumbles)

Please.

- Pa!

- [Preston] Marcus, run.

Run now.

- Hey!

You move,

(g*n c*ck)

(Mom screams)

you die!

- Pa!

(Mom screaming)

- Sam.

- [Mom] Preston!

No!

- [Marcus] No, no! Please!

No, please, no!

Pa!

- Hey, Sam.

k*ll him.

- [Marcus] No, no, no!

- No!

- [Marcus] Please, no, don't!

- [Preston] No! (echoes)

(mule brays)

(hooves thudding)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(hooves thudding)

- You make sure Jeremiah's

widow gets the reward.

- She'll appreciate that.

- Chuck, get these worthless

side winders to the dead house.

- Oh my God.

- God had nothing to do with it.

(woman singing in French)

(people chattering)

(woman singing in

French continues)

(woman laughing in background)

- [Ned] Very nice. (speaking

French)

Ladies and gentlemen,

ladies, gentlemen,

though we may taste the

fruits of their labor,

may we never be tempted.

wh*res, wh*res, wh*res.

May you burn in hell.

- Ned.

- What you guy's plan, hmm?

- Wipe your chin.

- [Ned] Chin?

- It's good whiskey.

- Wipe your chin.

(laughs)

The ears all red. Idiot been

sneaking with the horse again.

Vivian.

- Good job, Vivian's

not here right now.

Maybe I'm a stickler

for a horse. Eh?

- Oh, that's a big talk for

a jaw flapping Englishman.

- Ah Vivian. Always

telling me what to do.

I'm sick of this rubbish.

- The hell's got you

so riled up today?

- We had another girl

run off,

Bella DuBois.

Wasn't even a real wh*re.

A little on the mitten, eh.

Ended up running off with

some ragamuffin on a mule.

Hey, then Vivian, she asked

me to go after her,

like I'm some

Pinkerton or something.

A lot of bullocks.

- Burning the breeze today, Ned.

- Yes, I am. Three sheets

to the wind, my friend.

Three sheets to the wind.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(g*n blasts)

- Marcus. (crying)

(Mom screaming)

Oh. (crying)

(g*n c*ck)

(g*n blasts)

- Oh my God.

(g*n blasts)

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly continues)

- Grave robbing?

(g*n c*ck)

Face me when I'm

talking to you, boy.

State your business.

- Just wanted to come home.

- What's your name?

- Marcus Dollar.

- Yeah, I had a feeling

you'd be back one day.

Sorry what happened

to your folks.

That was a grievous thing.

- How'd you know?

- Mentioned it in the tax sale.

Nobody wanted this

place because of it so,

I bought it, fair and square.

(g*n un-c*ck)

You ate?

- Two days ago.

- I got some airtights

if you want 'em.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- [Bobby] Hi, Judge.

- [Roy] Hey, look out.

(laughs) Bobby say hi

to your dad.

- Here comes news of the world.

- Afternoon, Roy.

- Wesley, Deac.

- [Wesley] Pull up a chair.

- I wish I could.

I'm buried in work.

I just came by to--

- Don't tell me

you're buried in work.

I see that San Francisco

Chronicle you're holding.

- Man's gotta keep

up with the times.

- Deac, the judge here

thinks we should keep up

with the times.

- Be like trying

to catch your own shadow.

- Well, listen to this.

Gottlieb Daimler, German

mechanical engineer has

designed and produced

the world's first

four-wheel motor wagon.

I'm gonna get me

one of them. (laughs)

And the first

alternating current

electrical power plant

in the US begins

operation in Great

Barrington, Massachusetts.

(horse whinnies outside)

You boys are hopeless.

Wesley, I just came by

to ask you if you'd speak

for me at my campaign event.

- Well, Roy, you know I

won't dance around the truth.

You willing to risk that?

- (sighs) Wesley, how long

have we been friends?

- Since '68.

- You were circuit

judge in Wickenburg.

- Glad to see that whiskey

hadn't dulled your memory.

I remember when you

and your young charge

here were scraping

just to make ends meet.

And look at you now.

The Pima County

duly elected sheriff

and deputy for five years,

thanks to my endorsements.

Though I still can't figure out

who's looking after who.

- Roy, you know I'll be there.

- Good, 'cause Curtis

Bean is stepping down

and that territorial

delegate seat

to the US Congress is wide open.

I aim to claim it.

I'll be damned if those

boys in Washington are going

to tell us who we are

or what we believe.

My God, this is the

Arizona territory.

The least governed...

- [Both] Is the best governed.

- You didn't care for the beans?

- [Marcus] They were fine.

- Ain't no way of getting

past it, being here,

it's bringing it all back.

(dramatic music)

Heard talk it was the

Weaver g*ng.

Yeah. Sounded like him

from what I know.

(dust blows)

- Law followed up,

but they claimed they

were in Nogales.

- I seen a lot of

k*lling in my time.

It ain't nothing you get over.

You get to siesta, fine by me.

(dramatic music continues)

(door opens, closes)

(dramatic music continues)

(young Marcus sniffles)

- Ma? (crying)

(dramatic music continues)

(bell tolling)

- Let me know if

you need anything.

- Thank you, Sister Luisa.

(Sister Luisa speaking Italian)

(children chattering)

(pencil scribbling)

- Can I see?

I am Alberto Miguel

Desvante Medina.

You may call me Berto.

What's your name?

- Marcus Preston Dollar.

- What about your parents?

- m*rder*d.

There was four of 'em.

One day, I'll find them.

(children laughing)

(man shushing)

- Father Rossetti

puts me in the cellar.

(belt slaps)

(Berto groans)

He blames

me for everything.

Never them.

They stick together.

We should too.

Desperadoes.

(light piano music)

(birds chirping)

(both speaking Spanish)

(sighs)

(speaking Spanish continues)

(sniffles)

(gentle music)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(speaking Spanish continues)

(rattlesnake tail rattles)

(mule chuffs)

- Wish we'd get a rain.

(g*n c*ck)

- Son, don't steal up on a man

with his back turned.

- Sorry.

- Something out there?

- Yeah.

Something's out there.

Six years. I've been thinking

about coming back here

only to find that

it's not home anymore.

- Where are you headed?

- Tombstone, maybe.

- I think it's better stay here.

- Where?

- Well, I could use a

hand around the place.

You just sit up here

for free for a while.

While you're looking for

something more permanent.

Does that old Dan haul lumber?

Well, why don't you hitch him

to that buckboard yonder,

head in to Camp

Lowell for supplies.

Tell 'em to put it on my bill.

- Never did tell me your name.

- Garrett, Dallas Garrett.

(dramatic music)

Now, all's we need is

a fresh coat of paint.

- By the way, you owe

me for the materials.

Foreman said he didn't know you.

- Oh, he did?

Well, next time I'll go

and straighten him out.

(coyote whimpering)

- Sure is acting funny.

(g*n blasting)

(coyote yelps)

Why'd you do that?

- He was wounded. The others

would've turned on him.

It's the merciful way out.

- I've never seen

sh**ting like that.

- Yeah.

You're lucky, I guess.

- Well, there was

this one time, I...

- What?

- I do not understand why Sister

Luisa took us to that farm.

Do you know?

- Mm-mm.

- I do not want cows

for a living.

- Then what else would you do?

- I want to be a

locomotive engineer.

(g*ns blasting)

(people screaming)

- Get down.

(people shouting)

(g*n c*ck, blasts)

- Dead eye.

(dramatic music)

(horse whinnies)

(revolver spins)

(horse whinnies)

(g*ns blasting)

- Are you boys okay, huh?

- You ever married?

- Long time ago.

What's it like?

- Well, it ain't all

about the loving.

That'll get you hitched but

ain't gonna keep it that way.

That takes commitment.

What about you?

You got a girl?

- Not yet.

There's one I've been thinking

about an awful lot though.

(both speaking Spanish)

(mule chuffs)

- Hello, Marcus. This

is who I spoke of.

Marcus, this is

my sister, Blanca.

- Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure's mine.

- What brings you here?

- Need a few supplies.

- Anything in particular?

- Need jerky, flour, and coffee.

(door opens, closes)

- What have you been doing?

- Well, I've been

thinking about you.

(Dulce chuckles)

- I have a, I have thought

about you some too.

(Marcus clears throat)

- I uh, I'd be honored

to call on you.

- Well, what about this Sunday?

I know the perfect place.

(pleasant music)

- You can see forever up here.

- It is my secret hideaway.

(both sighing)

- You afraid of high places?

- Mm.

- Then why do you come up here?

- I've been sad.

- To think.

- Why were you in the

Mission Orphanage?

- My Ma and Pa were

k*lled by horse thieves.

They tried to k*ll me, too.

- I'm so sorry.

(gentle music)

- [Marcus] I relive every

day I had with my family.

You can never get time back.

- I know.

Me Mama died when I was 14.

Papa last year, of a

broken heart, I think.

Like you, I would give

anything to have them back.

- Something beautiful

about the desert.

Beautiful, I...

- I was so afraid

before I met you.

- I won't let anything

happen to you ever again.

(gentle music)

(wind blowing)

(trees rustling)

(horse chuffs)

- I got a new name for you.

- Shaman?

Hey, where you been?

What you been up to, huh?

(horse chuffs)

- There you go, Kasper.

(people chattering)

(Kasper coughs)

- What are you looking at, boy?

- No!

- Nothing.

You know who owns the gray

quarter horse outside?

- Yep.

What of it?

- Nice animal.

- He's mine, best I ever had.

I've had a few.

- Where'd you get him?

- You ask a lot of

questions, friend.

- Just need a

sound horse is all.

- Nogales.

If you're looking to buy,

ain't never gonna happen.

- Man oughtta know how to ride

and sh**t good, shouldn't he?

- Ah, I suppose.

- My Pa taught me how to ride.

Taught me a lot of things.

He died before he could

teach me much about g*ns.

- There's not much to

it. Just aim and pull.

- Well, I can do that,

but I wanna be an

expert draw like you.

- What makes you

think I'm an expert?

- Way you dropped that coyote.

I wanna know how to draw fast.

- You don't gotta

be fast to k*ll a varmint.

Just accurate.

- But I might find myself

in a difficulty where

someone calls me out.

- That's the part

that don't add up.

The other night you

were sparrow chasing

and now you want to

be a gunslinger?

- I saw the man

who k*lled my Pa.

- How can you be so sure?

- I'll never forget his face.

He's riding the horse my

Pa was breaking for me.

Name's Len Kasper.

- Kasper rode with

the Weaver g*ng.

You call them out, you're

asking for the grave.

And I ain't gonna

help you dig it.

- All right. I laid my cards

down, now you do the same.

- I'm not playing your game.

- You left out the

a part where you

was an outlaw called Dead Eye.

- Who told you that?

- About six years ago you

robbed a bank in Tucson.

I saw it with my own eyes.

- See, that's what

I'm talking about.

You got some kind

of imagination.

- Teller came out from the

bank with a scatter g*n.

You shot it from his hands

just like you shot that coyote.

- You gonna turn me in?

- You gonna teach

me how to draw?

Can I see that one?

(dramatic music)

(g*n c*ck)

(g*n blasts)

- [Dallas] Now, keep

both eyes open.

Now breathe.

If you wanna master

anything, find your rhythm.

Find your spirit.

That's where the truth hides.

(g*n blasting)

Don't suppose there's any

talking you out of this.

(g*n blasts)

Calling a man out

ain't a halfway game.

It's k*ll or be k*lled.

(insects chirring)

(coyote howling)

- I've come for my horse.

(tense music)

- Take him.

- Remember?

I want names.

- Look fella, you, you got the

wrong guy, okay?

I have no idea what

you're talking--

(g*n blasts)

(Len Kasper moaning

and screaming)

- I want names!

- Please. You have

to understand.

It was all Knox Weaver's

idea. Sam and Kip Riley.

They, they, they, they

did most of it. Okay?

I, I, I didn't want to. I

didn't want to. I promise.

But they, they made

me, they made me do it.

- Who k*lled my brother?

- Hey, Kip.

- Who k*lled my brother?

- Okay. I k*lled him. All right?

I k*lled your damn brother

and it was an accident.

I told you it was an accident.

(g*n c*ck)

But when I k*ll you,

it won't be. (laughs)

(Len groans)

- Where are they?

- Since the last I heard Kip,

he, he, he was digging graves

in a bone orchard in

Rillito. (grunting)

- Knox Weaver?

- I ain't seen Knox in years.

(Len grunting)

(g*n c*ck)

(Len groaning)

I swear, I ain't the

same as I was back then.

- Me neither.

(g*n blasts)

(dramatic music)

- k*lled Kasper, didn't you?

- He k*lled himself.

(flies buzzing)

- Wesley.

Single mule tracks coming in

and a horse heading out.

- Hmm.

- Barkeep said Kasper's

horse is missing.

- You stay here.

You ask around.

- [Deac] What evil

has this man done?

- That's what we're

gonna find out.

(dramatic music)

(wind blowing)

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

- [Mom] Preston!

- [Preston] No!

(dramatic music)

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

- [Berto] Marcus.

I'm leaving. Come with me.

- I can't, I'm sorry.

- Okay, amigo.

Desperadoes for life.

(bell tolling)

(Berto groans)

- (speaking Spanish) Marcus.

- Berto?

- Si.

Ah amigo, are you alone?

Did anyone follow you?

- I, I'm alone. Why?

What are you doing here?

- On the run from the law.

Yeah. Come inside.

Cannot believe I'm seeing you.

Tell me everything.

- Aged out.

Learned a fella bought

my family's place.

Remember when we saw

that bank robbery?

- Dead eye?

- That's who bought it.

(dramatic music)

- Whoa.

(coyote howling)

- [Marcus] Berto, when you got

in trouble with the law,

did you k*ll someone?

(speaking Spanish)

- How do you feel about it?

- He deserved it.

- I k*lled someone last night.

- One of the men that

m*rder*d your family?

- Fact is, I plan

on k*lling the rest.

I can't help it. Think I should?

- What do you have to gain?

More importantly, what

do you have to lose?

(horse hooves thudding)

- [Marcus] Dulce?

- [Dulce] Marcus.

What a surprise to see you.

- Where's Blanca?

- Out back, why?

- [Marcus] I ah...

- [Dulce] Well what is wrong?

- I don't know.

It's just something happened

and I'm not sure about

everything and what I--

- Marcus, you are scaring me.

- I don't wanna

scare you, Dulce.

That's not what

I'm trying to do.

I like you. I like you

a lot, a whole lot.

- I like you very much,

too. You know that right?

- Yeah, I know that's

part of the problem.

It's just, I did something

and I don't wanna hurt

you, but it might.

And I don't want that to happen.

I took something from somebody

and I'll never be

able to give it back.

(dramatic music)

(both breathing heavily)

- [Dulce] Hey, it's okay.

(door opens)

(shovel digging)

(Kip grunting)

(dirt crunching)

(coyote howling)

- You Kip Riley?

- Who wants to know?

(g*n c*ck)

- I'll ask the questions.

Where's Knox Weaver?

- They's up in Red Rock.

(g*n blasts)

(Kip moaning)

What'd you do to me?

What'd you do to me?

- [Mom] Please!

- [young Marcus] Ma!

- You should have k*lled me

when you had the chance.

(g*n blasts)

- [Deac] Find anything?

- I got in late last night.

I lost him at the rail tracks.

I rode the line until

there weren't no more.

I don't know where

the hell he is.

- Sheriff. Sheriff, you

ain't gonna believe this.

Kip Riley got k*lled,

last night up in Rillito.

He and his brother Sam

rode with Knox Weaver,

same as Kasper.

- Hmm. Weaver still around?

- Red Rock.

- Well, death's

knocking on his door.

(dramatic music)

(rattlesnake tail rattles)

Titus.

- Yes sir.

- Didn't you have

an old mule back

in that back stall over there?

- I sure did.

- What happened to it?

- I sold him to a young

man Miss Vivian sent me.

- He have a name?

- It was uh, Mark?

It's Marcus. Marcus.

Yeah. Nice young man.

- Was he with a girl?

- No, by himself.

- Did he say anything

else? Anything at all?

- Seemed like he was in a hurry.

- Thank you, Titus.

- Afternoon, Wesley.

- Vivian.

- Please.

Would you like a little whiskey?

- Ah, that would be real nice.

(people chattering

in background)

Thank you.

I see Ned's calmed down.

He was raising holy hell the

other day when you were gone.

- Was he now?

- Rambling on about a

couple of your girls

that disappeared,

Belle something.

Said she ran off with an

orphan boy on a mule? (laughs)

So, that's two runaways

you had lately.

Hmm.

What was that other girl's name?

Oh, Myra.

- They come and go. It's just

in the nature of the business.

(sniffs)

- I wonder where they go.

- No idea.

- Ah.

- Then Myra, she's

a laudanum addict.

I rescued her from

the living hell

of the man she was

traveling with.

I did my best.

As for the other, Mexican

potter's daughter.

No telling. You know how I

am with my girls, Wesley.

They're my children, never let

any harm happen to them.

I've known you a

long, long time.

You carry a vein of sorrow.

A mile deep.

(chuckles)

- Maybe we're

kindred spirits. (chuckles)

I always liked you, Vivian.

I always respected the

way you run your business.

But I have to ask

you, if they come

and go like you said,

how come you sent Ned looking

for that Mexican girl?

- Because I was worried about

her. I am worried about her.

Do you have any idea what

these doves go through?

What I've been through?

I thought not.

(gentle piano music)

- Solicitor Conway

petition the court

to allow the decedent's

son, Marcus P Dollar,

to testify since he was the

only witness to the crime.

Judge Holt denied Conway's

request on grounds

that said son is 12 years old,

so not of legal age to testify?

Roy dismissed all charges.

- I'm right impressed Sheriff.

But that don't tell

us where he is.

- Vivian said that the

runaway was the daughter

of a Mexican potter.

Where they gonna

find Mexican stone

on this side of the border?

(horse hooves thudding)

(Marcus groans))

- Marcus are you all right?

- Fine. Been worse.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

- Oh my God. What?

What happened?

(Marcus groaning)

Hey.

- b*llet passed through.

- Who shot you?

I need to clean the wound.

I'll get some hot water and

bandages. Okay? All right.

(Marcus breathing heavily)

(dramatic music)

- What the hell happened to you?

- Kip Riley shot me.

- You k*ll him too?

I was along for Kasper

but I didn't know the

k*lling was gonna continue.

Time comes you'll regret this.

- Dallas, what would

you do if you were me?

I'd really like to know.

- Son, I've been your a*s.

You ain't never been mine.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I'm trying to steer you

clear from winding up like me,

an old man who grieves

every life he took.

The more you take, the

more it haunts you.

- It's too late

to ride around it.

- Only reason I kept

you around is 'cause

I felt sorry for you.

- I didn't ask for pity.

- Well, you get it anyway.

Not gonna stand by

and watch you make the

same mistakes I did.

In the morning, you

ride out. Don't come back.

(dramatic music)

- It ends with Knox Weaver.

- Ladies.

- Good afternoon.

- Wesley Tibbs,

Pima County Sheriff.

Either one of you

know a Vivian Villere?

(Blanca speaking Spanish)

- I will not go back there.

I don't care what you

do to me. I won't!

- Ma'am.

That's not why we're here.

We're looking for Marcus Dollar.

I understand you left out

of Vivian's place with him.

- He was here.

(Dulce speaking Spanish)

He had a b*llet hole in his leg.

My sister treated the

wound and then he left.

- Where is he?

You better tell me where he is.

Where is he?

- Leave him alone! (sobbing)

I'm going to ask you one

last time. Where is he?

- Pima Canyon.

- I have swept your

offenses like a clown

and your sins like a mess.

Returned to me for, for

I have redeemed you.

A couple lawmen come by.

Said they didn't know who

was behind them killings,

but said that I might be next.

After they left, I

surmised it was you.

I've known this day was coming.

You have every right to be here.

What happened to you

was unforgivable.

And if it is God's will

that you sh**t me dead,

I accept that.

I only ask...

- [Child] Pa.

you spare my family.

- [Mother] Please. (crying)

(g*n c*ck)

- Like you spared mine?

- You won't believe this,

but I'll tell you anyway.

I only came for the horses.

God knows I wanted to stop him.

I tried to stop him.

I just wasn't strong enough.

Leave her alone!

We're only here for the horses.

- You ain't the boss

no more, old man. I am.

Now, drop your iron and shut up.

Now I said drop it.

That's it.

Yeah. Go ahead now.

- Don't you hurt that boy.

- (sighs) It haunts

me every day...

and I will die sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it.

- No.

(mother and child whimpering)

Forgive me, father,

for I have sinned.

- [Mother] It's all right.

- Our father, Lord in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth

as it is in heaven.

Give us the day, daily bread.

Forgive us.

Forgive us our trespasses.

As we forgive those who

trespass against us.

Lead us not

into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

(dramatic music)

- There's nobody in the house.

- Barn's seen a

recent whitewash.

- We know he is

on Kasper's horse.

- It's getting late.

We'll make camp here.

How does a man forgive himself

for k*lling his only child?

- Forgive yourself, Wesley,

(owl hooting)

you'll have a better past.

- And, Colton's just,

he's just coming home.

I thought he was...

(sighs) if I hadn't have been

drunk, I wouldn't have shot him.

After Colton was gone,

grief k*lled his mom.

Sarah died.

I quit caring about living.

(somber music)

- Imagine that's what

made you a good soldier.

- k*lling will make

you a good soldier.

But the man who earned that

congressional medal of honor

that you wear...

your Pa,

he's the one that taught me

how to be a good officer.

Saved my life.

Me and 16 fine men.

I don't know Deac, maybe

I'm just getting old.

Damned if I want to pull the

trigger on anyone anymore.

That kid ain't had a chance.

What that g*ng did

to him, the court,

he's fighting demons.

- They all fighting

demons, Wesley.

Your heart's like

a mesquite tree.

Deep rooted, but it

ain't water you seeking.

You're staring at your soul.

(dramatic music)

- [Chuck] Think he knows

we're looking for him?

- [Wesley] I think

it's crossed his mind.

(horse chuffs)

- Glad to make out,

but looks like our boy

is heading this way.

(dramatic music)

(hooves thudding)

- Ya!

(dramatic music continues)

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

- [Berto] Marcus, hurry.

Get inside.

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

Who's out there?

- The law.

- Oh, they round us

up, we will hang.

- This ain't your fight, Berto.

- I will do what it

takes to help you.

- [Chuck] Hey!

(g*n blasts)

- What the hell are you doing?

Now, he's got an

excuse to fire back.

(g*ns blasting)

God damn! What the hell!

Marcus Dollar, this is

Sheriff Wesley Tibbs.

You better think about

what you're doing here.

No reason for anybody

to get k*lled.

- You started it.

- One of my men were just

trying to get your attention.

- You got it, all right.

- I hear you got a girl.

You better think about what

she's doing, how she feels.

Marcus, why don't you drop

your g*n and come on out?

We can discuss this.

Deac, make your way over

that wagon over there.

I ain't gonna wait

all day, Marcus.

What's your pleasure?

(g*ns blasting)

- I've seen people die

that I cared about.

You're not gonna be one more.

Law doesn't know

that you're here.

Hide in the ravine out back.

- No, I'm not leaving.

I'm through running

from the law.

(dramatic music)

(g*ns blasting)

(Berto groans)

- No, Berto.

- I'm dying for you, man.

Desperadoes for life.

(Marcus sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(g*n blasting)

- [Wesley] Marcus Dollar,

you k*ll one of us,

you're gonna hang for sure.

You come out peaceful,

you got a chance to live.

- Why should I trust you?

- 'Cause I know what

you've been through, son.

I went to the courthouse.

I saw the records.

What the Weaver g*ng did

to you and your family,

there are no words

and there was no justice

that day in the court.

You're in a bad box here, son.

Come on, let's face it out.

I won't sh**t. You got my word.

- I don't suppose you'd

let me ride outta here.

- I can't do that and

you know it.

- Then what?

- I'll do whatever

I can for you, son.

But that's all I can guarantee.

You're gonna have

to drop that g*n.

(g*ns blasts)

(Wesley yells)

Oh, no.

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

- Dr. Ginsberg said not to

say anything to upset you, but

Marcus,

you k*lled those

men, didn't you?

- When I left the mission,

all I wanted was a normal life.

Then I saw Len Kasper

and everything changed.

- You could have left it alone.

- Not after what they did.

I don't expect

you to understand.

It's just something

that I had to do.

Even if losing you was...

- We could have had

a good life together.

(Marcus sighs)

- It's what I wanted, too.

I wish it was different.

I'm sorry.

- Marcus I, I can't--

- Dulce.

There's no future for us.

- (sighs) No.

That's not what you want.

- It's what's best for you.

- Remember when I said

I liked you very much?

Well, the the truth is,

I have loved you from

the start...

and I always will.

- Marcus has been saying

some things that lead me

to believe there

might be something

wrong with his mental state.

- Mental state?

- Let me clarify.

An old classmate of

mine from back east,

Dr. Thomas Dorsey, is in town.

He's an alienist. Studies

something called psychology.

- Huh.

Psychology.

Huh.

Well that's interesting.

- Would you have any objections

to him examining Marcus?

- [Judge Holt] Well, what's

left to diagnose?

- The diagnosis I

asked Dr. Dorsey

to make isn't for the injury

Marcus sustained on the outside

but rather the one within.

- I don't follow.

- Judge Holt, I am quite

certain that Mr. Dollar

suffers from a mental

disorder recently identified

as dementia praecox.

Now, the afflicted suffer

from hallucinations.

They hear others

who aren't present.

In rare cases, they visualize

or even interact with

people who are not real.

- Hmm.

Sounds like a fancy

way of saying he's crazy.

- No, no, not exactly.

Now, with the proper

therapy and counseling,

the hallucinations can

be brought under control.

- What causes this ah--

- Dementia praecox.

- There you go.

- Yeah.

The studies show that extreme

mental trauma at an early age

can be a factor.

Symptoms usually present

themselves in the late teens

or early twenties.

- Hmm.

- Judge, what I found six

years ago was horrible.

Only thing that kept

Marcus alive was sand

and blood that had

coagulated in his neck wound.

- I'm not unsympathetic

to the hardships

that he may have

suffered as a child,

but as an adult,

Marcus Dollar must

and will stand trial for m*rder.

- Your Honor, he

told us that a friend

of his from the Mission,

Berto Medina aided

him in the gunfight.

He also claims that a former

bank robber, Dallas Garrett,

also known as Dead Eye,

taught him how to fast draw.

- Roy, I wasn't here

when Dead Eye was active,

but I remember him.

His real name was Edgar Hicks.

- Hmm.

- He died in '81,

robbing a stage coach

outside of Phoenix

and as for Berto Medina,

he died in a knife fight

four years ago in Yuma.

- So Dollar just made

all these people up?

- Yes.

Dallas Garrett

and Berto Medina are as real

to him as we are to you.

- Dr. Dorsey, Dr. Ginsberg,

thank you so much for coming by.

- Thank you gentlemen.

- They cure crazy and

we're both out of a job.

- [Wesley] Who's

defending Dollar?

- Verner Ericson.

- Ericson's pretty

sharp. When's the trial?

- 4th of June.

Wesley, what the hell

are you trying to pull?

- Ericson's gonna

do his homework

and he's gonna discover you

presided over the Weaver case

in '80 and he is gonna

wake the snakes with that

at the Dollar trial.

- That was a separate matter.

- No it wasn't, Roy.

- If you'd let Dollar testify,

the Weaver g*ng had

all been hanged

and none of this

would be happening.

- Boy wasn't his

legal age to testify.

- But you were the

damn judge, Roy.

I mean you, you could

have made an exception.

- I follow the law.

You should too.

- Weaver is willing to

testify on Dollar's behalf.

I mean he, he, he's

willing to swear on a Bible

that his g*ng was

responsible for the killings.

Well then he's a damn fool.

(Wesley sighs)

- Some men will do

foolish things if it means

getting right with the Lord.

Let me tell you how

this plays out.

Dollar will be found guilty

and the newspapers are gonna

drag your a*s through the mud

for not letting the boy

testify at the Weaver trial.

- Well, it won't

be the first time.

- It's gonna create

sympathy for him

and you're gonna be

seen as the villain.

It's not a good look for a man

who wants to be territorial

delegate to Congress.

- What's gotten into you?

Is this about your son?

- No, Roy. It ain't.

It's about these K*llers who

were never brought to justice.

- You can't hang men on

insufficient evidence.

It's how the law works.

What do you want?

- I want to save

this boy's life.

- Oh.

- Let him plead guilty

to voluntary manslaughter

and you can sentence him

how you see fit.

- The kid suffers from

psychological trauma, Roy.

He deserves a chance.

The doctors, they believe

that they can help him.

- You don't believe

in this new fangled

psychology guff, do you?

- You always telling me you

are a man of the times, Roy.

Well, be one.

(dramatic music)

(Dulce sobbing)

(Dulce sobbing)

(dramatic music continues)

(beads rattling)

- Our orphan boy

stands trial tomorrow

and the Mexican girl

knows everything.

It's only a matter of time

until they string our necks.

- Told you to find them.

It's what I get for sending

a half man like you.

- Shut up.

You're the one who

k*lled Myra, not me.

- Myra was giving

drugs to my girls.

I wasn't trying to k*ll her.

I was trying to

teach her a lesson.

- Well now, well I'll not

pay for your sins.

You make out you're the

savior of these soiled doves.

That's bullocks.

You're the devil.

- You watch your tongue.

- Oh, you're born in a brothel,

brought up in a brothel,

conniving these young, innocent

girls to do your dirty work.

'cause you're too damn

dry to do it yourself.

- Everyday, you breathe

free is because of me.

I keep your secret.

- Oh, my secret, eh.

My bloody secret.

Well, better than a

wh*re peddler like you.

(both grunting)

(g*n blasts)

- [Judge Holt] Marcus

Preston Dollar.

You are charged with two counts

of voluntary manslaughter.

How do you plead?

- [Ericson] Your Honor,

we plead guilty.

- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar,

do you make this plea

of your own free will?

- [Marcus] Yes sir.

- You understand that the

sentence you will be given

will be final without appeal.

- I understand.

- Judge, Mr. Dollar requests

permission to address the court

before sentence is passed.

- I will allow it.

(people chattering softly)

(gentle music)

- I was blessed with a

Ma that understood me

and believed in me.

She taught me how to read.

Taught me about life.

Told me to stay curious,

keep asking questions,

that in the end,

goodness must lead the way.

(Sister Luisa whispering)

My Pa taught me that a man

was only as good as his word,

that hard work was needed no

matter what you did in life.

And that family...

- [young Marcus] Morning Pa.

- [Marcus] ...was everything.

- Morning, son.

- [Marcus] I loved them

both very much...

and they loved me.

Their lives were taken

by four men who wanted

to steal our horses.

One did this to me.

- Somehow I survived.

When I come to,

my Pa was dead...

and all our horses were gone.

I went in the house

to find my Ma.

They k*lled her too.

(gentle music continues)

Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey

here say there's something

wrong inside my head.

Maybe they're right.

I don't know.

When I left the mission,

I had no friends.

So I guess I made some up.

The only people I k*lled

were the men who

m*rder*d my Ma and Pa.

The law wouldn't

punish them, so I did.

If that makes me crazy,

I'm guilty as charged.

- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar, when

defendants are found guilty

of first degree m*rder

in the Arizona territory,

the law dictates a sentence

of death by hanging.

But due to the

mitigating circumstances

of your mental condition,

you have been allowed

to plead guilty to

a lesser charge,

voluntary manslaughter,

(horse chuffs)

which gives me more

latitude when sentencing.

I hereby sentence you

to five years probation

during which time you will

undergo psychological evaluation

and counseling as prescribed

by Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey.

(overlapping voices

speaking indistinctly)

(Judge bangs gavel)

It is so ordered.

(horse chuffs)

- What are you doing standing

there? We got more work to do.

- Stay put.

Dallas, I owe you for a lot.

Kindly took me in, taught me.

You were a good friend.

But the time has come

for you to ride out.

- It's my place.

I bought it, fair and square.

- No, it's mine.

It always was.

- Might not come back.

- That's what I want.

- I'm gonna close my eyes

and count to 10

when I open 'em,

I want you gone...

for good.

(dramatic music)

(pencil scribbling)

(mule brays)

(gentle music)

(footsteps approaching)

(mule braying)

(gentle music intensifies)

I was afraid that you weren't...

- I won't let anything

happen to you...

ever again.

(romantic music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)