02x22 - The Jasper Cato Story

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Know,

we are getting a

late start again
and I draw far too little budget.

I'm going to be my boss.

Which is great. I was in the night ragged.

The way you snore. I stole away a horse.

Only peace and quiet.

Ranger Adams.

I'm Adams.

I've been told that the next town is 100
miles away.

And this is Indian Country.

I'd be obliged to join your train
for that distance.

I can assure you
I am not a fugitive from justice.

Well, if you are, I'd say you left it
a long ways behind.

What's your name?

Cato. Jasper. Cato.

I can see you have guessed
from my appearance that I'm from the East.

I am.

But I'm no emigrant. What are you, then?

I'd prefer not to say at this time,
but I assure you,

my mission is quite legitimate,
and I'm willing to pay my way.

Well,

we might be able to arrange for you
to come along with us.

I judged from your tone
that I'm being taken on probation.

That's right.

You are all the same.

I'm obliged, Major.

Falling behind that third wagon to.

Make a major,

major reform.

Naturally.

Oh, now, Mr.

Cato, I've been expecting a major.

We don't have to beat around the bush.

Oh, I don't like quibbling myself.

It's good.

Some of the folks on the train are getting
a little stirred up when you're

walking around looking at them,
looking into their wagons.

That makes it my business to find out
just what the devil you're up to.

I guess maybe I did go a little too far.

I apologize.

It's not quite enough, Mr. Cato.

Meaning what?

I want to know who you're looking
for. Why?

The man I'm looking for a major
is not a member of your trade.

I've established that to my satisfaction.

Or maybe is

you just biding their time
until the circumstances are more favorable

for you?

I have been combing this country
for this man,

first east of the Mississippi,
now west for nearly two years.

No, major.

If I found him today,

I'd have got down to my business

right then and there.

And for your further information,

the day I do find him will be the most
fortunate day of his life.

Oh, you're surprised.

Yes, a little.

A little?

Yeah.

See, Mr. Cato,

out in this country,
when one man's looking for another.

Seriously,
the way you been going about it.

One of those man's apt to end up dead.

Of course.

I suppose that would be the standard
objective of the sort of people who

are opening our great West.

You know, you kind of arouse my curiosity.

One man scours
the country for nearly two years.

You said, looking for another,

just to hand him a real pleasant surprise.

I don't feel obliged
to reveal the details of my mission.

You have a choice, Mr.

Carter.

You convince me that you mean no trouble

for anybody on this train or.

Well, it's a nice moonlight night.

I'm sure you'll have no trouble
finding the trail.

Man, I'm looking for it.

Disappeared from his home in the east
about two years ago.

Shortly after he left, the relative died,
leaving a considerable estate.

Most of it was wilderness, man.

There were other heirs, but they can't
benefit until the estate is settled.

You represent the state.

I was engaged by the law firm
that handles the estate.

I would hardly consider
that making trouble for anyone.

No, no,

not unless you were looking for him
for some other reason.

Now, listen, Major.

You told me the man disappeared.

He did?

Well, maybe he was in some kind of trouble
back East.

You don't have to be in
some kind of trouble to want to disappear.

True.

Maybe you wanted to make a new life
for himself

as far away as he could get
from the old life that wasn't good to him.

True. True.

Well, why don't you put
your britches back on and just sit down?

You convinced now?

Not necessarily, no.

All right. I'll go a step further.

I'll describe the man I'm looking for.

There's a better chance that you might
have encountered in some time somewhere.

One of the tracks out West could be.

Yes, it's true.

Name is John Thomas Dailey,
known to his friends as Jack Bailey.

Name doesn't mean a thing to me.

What's he look like?

Well, he'd be about 30 now.



green eyes, brown hair,

a slight scar on his upper left cheek.

A tattoo on his right forearm.

An arrow pierced heart, wasn't it?

I wouldn't know, Mr.

Cato.

Yeah,

that was it.

An arrow pierced heart.

You're gonna like to see this young fella.

What'd you say his name was? Jack. Daley.

Jack Daley.

I'd like to see the look on his face
when you hand in that big inheritance.

But then I guess I never will.

I don't recollect ever having seen him.

I'm sure I'd remember if I had.

I'm sure you would.

When you already put the stock
in the center of the circle,

Major. What?

You want me to put the stock
in the center of the circle?

Yeah, sure, Bill. Use your own judgment.

What's gotten into you anyway?

Cato Here.

Cato.

You know that fella he was talking about?

Sounds just like I know he does.

Of course he could be telling the truth.

Could be.

You know,
I've heard about these millionaires.

Takes years to find them sometimes.

Well, we should know by tomorrow.

Clear water by. Dark.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna take a little ride.

You and Charlie take over their water.

I'm scouting an Indian party
serving Farley.

I won't be back by morning for
you and Charlie.

Get them. All right.

What happens if these people.

Ask why we quit 3 hours before dark?

Just tell them this is the last good water
there is before clear water.

That's right.

It is,

Major.

Say hello to.

Well, just anybody you might run into.

Yeah, well, Bill,

who? Jim.

Major Adam.

Here we go. Brian.

Gosh, it's good to see you.

How are you, boy?

Five.

That's my boy.

Boys said that his column.

You're my man.

We write a big verse.

Here we go.

Hey, do you go to Berlin after this?

I can't guarantee that.

Well, he's
going to make a fine, big wagon, master.

That's that, with those lungs.

Well, even if you lose your wagon,
Massa has a really rich,

you know.

Jim Collins.

Mary Lucky young fella.

You're so right.

Say, Major,
you didn't tell me why you're here.

Well, a man doesn't need a reason
to visit his own grandson.

Does he.

Know?

Wouldn't hold out on the press,
would you, Major?

Oh, by golly, that's what I forgot.

Jim, I never did
figure you to be a newspaperman.

Well, I never was one before.

Never was much of anything diplomatically.

Well, you were right.

Handy boy around the wagon train
for a greenhorn.

Or jack of all trades, Master of none.

Besides, I was trying
to make an impression on a pretty girl.

Kind of show off. You mean?

Every time I broke my nose
out of the wagon, Mary was taught

that I gave many encouragement.
You understand?

First time I laid eyes on him about.

I wouldn't give him the time of day.

And the first time I ever laid
eyes on her.

I vowed she'd be giving me all her time
for the rest of her life.

Love's like catching the measles.

You don't just decide to break
out and start.

Shouldn't do

anyway a girl

be out of her mind
to marry a man with two wives with two.

But ask anybody in Clearwater,
they'll say, Well, Jim Collins,

he isn't just married, Emily.

He's married to that newspaper as well.

I'm afraid she's right.

In a way, he spends more time with Bessie
than he does with me.

Bessie. Bessie who?

Or a printing press.

Kind of a temperamental old girl needs
a lot of love and attention. Oh,

you think? I don't.

Know. You're spoiled already.

Who I am, Mama.

I've got to get to front page to bed.

You know, if Betty doesn't get a rest,
there's no newspaper in the morning.

You're right. Major,
would you like to come along?

Shouldn't take over an hour or so.

No, don't take the.

Well,
I think I'll just sort of hang around

here and flirt with this pretty wife here
as if you've got no objections.

Would it make any difference?
Not a bit. That's what I. Figured.

Now, if it gets too late, a waiter.

He says that every week.

Every week I wait up. Naturally.
Good night.

See you later, Jim.

He's a good at it.

He's like my dad

used to say a real newspaperman.

Cut him, he'll bleed.

Think your hair.

I've heard that.

Milly.

Hi. Yes.

I just wanted to know how we felt
about your father.

We all liked him very much.

He was a fine man.

Yes, he was.

Was fine.

Brave and generous.

Somehow, I figured he'd get well out
in this country.

Dry climate, high clean air.

I just thought that

as long as that heel about here.

They did

wasn't as long as it was.

His back.

Was alive with his back.

For b*ll*ts. And

I. Haven't really.

Well, Dad bought

the clear water record by mail.

He thought it was cheap.

And we got here.

We found out why
Nick doesn't have it here.

The man here, the gambler isn't.

He calls himself a businessman.

Gambling's part of his business.

I guess.

He's the one that did your father in.

This was his town

wide open.

Tough as they come.

They had decided to fight him.

You know,
the pen is mightier than the sword.

Never tried
to stop a b*llet with newsprint.

What about the law?

There wasn't any.

That's why
Jim took over, ran the newspaper.

He talked to the people,
got them together, got him to fight back.

He petition to get us
the US Deputy Marshal.

You know there was an election coming up.

Dawson's boys always won.

Well, this time they lost.

What happened to Dawson and his g*ng?

Three of his men were hanged.

Caught?

Let Dawson on insufficient evidence.

You know,

folks say this is Jim's town now,

but they're wrong.

It's everybody's town,

and it's going to grow

because Jim made it happen.

Millie, I'm proud to hear you say that.

I'm proud to.

Have been here.

This has nothing to cry about.

You don't cry when you're happy.
Come on, honey.

What's the matter?

I guess I'm just scared.

But scared?

What are you scared of?

Surely not, Dawson.

It's just that everything's
been so wonderful, so perfect,

right?

I don't want it to end.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's not going to end.

It's going to stay
the way it is, believe me.

It surely.

I think you better tell me later.

Tell you.

Tell you what?

Well, you came here.

It's about Jim, isn't it?

T in trouble.

Well, I.

I don't know yet. Really?

Not for sure.

You see, we didn't know anything about Jim

before he joined the wagon train,
or it came from what he was.

It just seemed like

when he crossed that Mississippi River,
he crumpled up

his pants like an old dirty shirt in need.

A left to amuse the river.

There were 100 wagons and the train made.

Some of them were filled up, like my dad's

books and furniture and keepsakes.

But there were plenty others
that would travel and life.

I felt that was their business.

Sure, it was really

germane to Jim. Now,

do you

ever say anything about his past to you?

And you may not believe this page,

but when a woman loves a man
the way I love Jim,

she doesn't ask questions.

Molly, did he ever mention to you
the name of Daily Jack?

Daily? No.

Or Jasper Cato?

No. That I'm sure of. No.

Excuse me.

Sure.

It's a matter What happened?

Bad dream, I guess.

What you asked. Yeah.

It wasn't from the baby.

I thought I saw something at the window.

Oh. What?

Oh, Moonlight shadow.

Look like a face.

Or kind of a face. Man.

You recognize him?

No, I.

Well, I just imagine

if I had too much excitement, too.

Mary, I think I'll go get some air.

Maybe I'll stop in the paper and see. Jim.

Please.

Oh, you'll be all right, my boy.

I will. But will Jim. Sure he will.

And so will you. Little wagon. Master.

You just be quiet and go to sleep now.
You hear me?

Don't wait up for us, honey.

You know.

Jack Daley? Yes.

I knew him. And.

He's dead.

Jack Daly's dead.

You're sure of that, huh?

I'm sure.

The fellow

on a train coming into town tomorrow

says he's looking for Jack Daley.

So he's got some kind of an inheritance
for him.

Bailey's dead

and on the train.

Says his name is

Cato Jasper.

Cato?

To me,

you for what?

Cato?

Who is he? Jim

Jasper.

Cato.

He's a detective for the Boston
Police Department.

And Daley.

Well, I guess I was wrong about Daley.

I guess he isn't dead.

Buried, but not dead.

Jack Daley, Major is a thief.

Two years ago in Boston, he stole $1,000.

He stole it

from the best friend you ever had.

Why don't you say it?

Nothing to say, Jim.

Just the common criminal.

Hunt him down, trap him.

Cajun menace to society

and stupid to

thought he could make a fresh start,

change his name,

fall in love, have a home, play catch

a thief and a fool.

You wouldn't

want to have anything to do
with a man like that, Major.

I don't know, Jim.

I never met him.

She'd take a man like Jim Collins.

Jim Collins is a friend of mine.

I love his wife.

His kid is my godson.

There was ever
anything I could do for him.

It's like I said,

Jim Collins is my friend.

There were reasons

for my folks being k*lled.

Well, maybe not reasons.

Just excuses.

Doesn't matter.

No, it doesn't.

Too late.

It's too late.

Tomorrow, Jasper Cato comes to Clearwater.

He's here now.

I didn't suspect that first major.

Why you made camp so early and rode
leisurely off to the north.

But when I found that your tracks turned
sharply to the west,

I became curious about what or who

you were in such a hurry to locate

not being such a good horseman.

I took the long way around,
came in the main trail.

Looks like I decided right.

Ready? Daly

My pressman comes in before breakfast.

I have a few things I'd like to set up
for him, if you don't mind.

Why not?

I'm a patient man, remember?

I remember.

Jim Gaffigan.

Tell me to drop it.

I'm not fooling.

Anybody.

And the rules in that drawer.

Get in.

All right, now, sit down.

Now, put your hands behind your back.

Jim, This is not going to help any.

You start running again now.

You're never going to stand.

Why don't you think of your wife and kid?

I am.

How the devil can you do this?

Tell them I told you I stand behind you.

I'm sorry it had to end this way, Major.

Just tell Millie.

Well,

tell her I love her.

Jim, there's another way
to handle this whole thing.

Not with Kato.

Good work, Major.

Now, you will help me
with these handcuffs.

I think you'll find
the key. One of my pocket.

Hurry, man.

Hurry.

It's a moonlit night.

You leave a good trail.

We only look at all.
We'll catch up by morning.

We thought
you'd like to be in on the k*ll.

The figure of Speed's major merely
a figure of speech.

I'll be prepared this time, though.

I don't mean violence with violence.

I'm no fool.

No, you're not, are you?

You don't propose to leave me like this?

I don't know yet.

I've made up my mind.

It's your duty to release me and assist
in apprehending an escaped felon.

I've heard there's a deputy U.S.

Marshal in this town.

Seems to me it's my duty
to turn this whole business over to him.

He's not in town.

Otherwise
I wouldn't have faced your friend alone.

If you aid in the

escape of a wanted man,
you become his accomplice in law.

And, in fact,

maybe so.

You'll be legally and morally responsible
for his future crimes.

If there are any crimes, there will be.

Major, believe me, this man is a thief.

A confirmed criminal. Still a man.

Sometimes men change once
a thief, always a thief.

It's an old saying, major, but a true one.

Another old saying to the exception
proves the rule.

What about that?

I've been a policeman for over 20 years.

I never found an exception.

Never found any.

I never saw any.

Does this look like the work
of a reformed man?

You know, Mr.

Kato, there's a little animal around
these parts called a jackrabbit.

He's a very peaceful little animal.

But if
you chase him long enough to run him

hard enough and get him in a corner,
he'll fight back.

I regret your stubbornness, Major.

And your sentimentality, Jack Rabbit.

Indeed.

Distasteful, though this may be.

I'm going to unmask your Jim Collins
and show you

what kind of a man Jack Daley really is.

Sit down, Major.

This will only take a minute to sit down.

Surely I deserve a hearing.

All right, Mr.

Kato.

I'll listen.

I heard

it's not a very pretty story, I'm afraid.

No Prince Charming, no happy ending,
but it points tomorrow, Major.

A moral that could benefit you to
you and the nation.

The w*r's end was a moment of triumph
for the police.

It was just another problem.

The whirlpool of battle
and cast up a backwash of scum

in Boston clung to the waterfront,

returned soldiers, shirkers,

deserters, Bravo Bravos
from a dozen states,

all without visible means of support,
say for all whiskey in the market.

Deck some the dregs of the city,

others the proverbial black sheep.

Weak, vicious, depraved,
all ready, hopelessly

mired in the muck of life and crime
and violence.

As inspector in charge,

I ordered special patrols
to maintain a 24 hour watch over the docks

and warehouses on
which the commerce of the city depended.

It was over.

By the time I arrived,
two of the robbers had gotten

what they deserved.

Have a look. Yes.

The other one? Yes.

What's your name?

Your name?

Daley. Jack Daley.

You know who I am.

You think you're lucky, don't you?

Jack Daley.

Your friends are dead.

You're alive. That's lucky, isn't it?

Lucky for you?

Yes, sir,

I guess so.

On the other hand,
maybe they're the lucky ones.

Take him to jail.

I'll see him in the morning. Yes,

Inspector Kato.

What about the morgue?

Of course.

The city of Boston
will provide a suitable burial.

Unlike Graves and Potter's Field.

But, sir, the young one.

Sims was a thief.

Good evening.

I'm not hungry.

Man has got to eat to live.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just a social call. Oh.

I wanted to congratulate you
on your new home, so to speak.

You got what you wanted, Cato.

I was convicted.

Not what I wanted.

What society demanded.

A m*rder*r, a thief.

And they really so different.

A man k*lled.

Probably a cl*max of years of passion
or despair.

His neck snapped on a gallows rope.

Another man steals

his motives.

Greed, viciousness, selfishness.

But he lives to steal again.

I'd hang you as high as Hayman.

My job is to enforce the law,
not to frame it.

Fortunately, I like my work,

so I've noticed.

Quick capture.

Sure. Conviction.

A pleasure.

I'm sure you'll give me many times
during the years to come.

Get out and leave me alone.

You made a criminal of young Sims.

He joined your g*ng and was k*lled for it.

That wasn't my g*ng. It was his.

I don't believe you.

In six months,

when you walk out of this cell,
my shadow will fall across your footsteps.

From that day on, wherever you go
in this city, you'll be known.

Known
Jack Daley for what? You are a thief.

Get out.

Guide.

Can we meet again?

And we will.

Half a year later,
Jack Bailey was a free man.

Free to steal again

when a plague st*lks the city.

A conscientious physician doesn't
merely treat the symptoms of the disease.

He uses every means in his power
to prevent the spread of the contagion,

to isolate the sick from the well.

As a policeman,
I had a similar duty to perform

ten times in as many months.

Jack Daily sought to camouflage his true
character

behind a front of so called honest work.

I had a job to do and I did it.

Now he met a retired sea captain,
John Peterson,

Bullheaded, stubborn, uncooperative,

called me, Lad, this palaver be true?

Yes, sir, it's true.

I committed a robbery.

I spent six months in jail,

and I haven't
been able to hold a steady job since.

Because of him.

Yes, sir.

A man on sale

for 40 years without coming to know
the good ones from the bad ones.

When he sees them.

I've got good eyes.

They've never.

Poole May not once I warn you, Captain,

this man is a thief,
a born criminal, established time.

And you got no cards against him?

Not yet.

Because of my vigilance.

Then way I go before
I toss you over the side.

Captain,

I don't know how to thank you,
but you won't be sorry.

I promise you that.

Fortunately,
Captain Peterson's interest in the sea

wind was a comparatively minor one.

A talk with our master
convinced him of the dangers

in hiring a hand
with a record such as Daly's.

It was hardly a

surprise when less than two weeks
later, the humanitarian Captain

Peterson, reported that his shop
had been broken and entering his locker.

r*fle missing $1,000 in cash.

The rest was routine.

The money found in Jack
Bailey's pocket amounted to over $900.

It was an open and shut case,

Your Honor.

This previously convicted
and habitual automatic

judge.

It's my money involved here.

I ought to have the right
to do the complaining.

But it's contrary to procedure, Captain.

But you have a point.

Proceed.

Well, it's true. I was robbed, Judge,

but this money is not the money
that was stolen.

And this man is not the thief.

That was my money.

But I gave it to this lad.

Gave it to him so I could start a new life
away from this man.

A man who has hounded him
ever since its release.

From jail.

And will keep on until the poor lad
has to be a thief to beat his belly.

Your Honor. Inspector Cato.

Proceed, Captain.

I demand that my friend be released

at once, and his money returned to him.

That's not all, Judge.

I also demand that Inspector Jasper
can't all be charged with robbery.

He took Jack Daly's money
without his consent.

And if that's not robbery,
I'll stand six watches in the crow's

nest in the dead of winter,
naked at a park, checking,

Your Honor,
there's something I'd like to say.

I should think so.

Proceed.

Captain Peterson,

you have really k*lled me before this
court.

Now, the whole town
will be laughing at me, too.

I know, but the evil
that you have accomplished here

today is not that
you really k*lled justice.

Your lie has made a hero out of a thief,

but it did not absolve him of the crime
of which you know.

And he knows. And I know that he's guilty.

And for which he will yet come to justice.

You have no other evidence
to present, Inspector?

Not at this time, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Insufficient evidence.

Case dismissed.

What I.

Well, Jack Dailey.

But I suppose you feel lucky.

I can't prove your guilt in this court.

Only a wrong confession can do that.

But I swear to you, before
all these people and before the Almighty,

I'll get that confession.

I swear to you, while hound you however
long it takes to the ends of the earth.

If I must tell you, confess that crime

and pay for it

by morning.

Dahlia disappeared

when a thorough search revealed
that he was not hiding in the Boston area.

I requested and received
a leave of absence from my superiors

just to run for a day here.

Of course,

my search covered all the seaports
on the Atlantic coast

from Bangor to Charleston,
and I picked up his trail, followed it.

The Mississippi, the prairie.

And thanks to you here to Clearwater,
Major,

two years, 2000 miles.

And that Major Adams is the story,
as I said, not a very pretty one.

No, it's not very pretty.

He left out a couple of things, too.

I don't think so.

I do In the first place.

You lied to me.

I'll see to that later.

Secondly, and more important,

why I want to know, two years,



Why he's a thief.

No other reason?

None.

Now, if you will kindly remove
these handcuffs, I'll try and salvage

some of the time that your curiosity
has caused.

Hell, you'll probably catch up with him
sooner or later anyway.

Where's the key here?

Pocket.

I'm going to turn you loose, Mr..

When I want to tell you one thing.

You lied to me once.

You're not going to get another chance.

Just remember that
because I'm going to keep my eyes on you.

Fool.

You, George.

Mr. Cato, you've got yourself a prisoner.

I got to thinking, Major,

maybe if I'd never met Millie
if there weren't the baby.

But now, after all, I've had to.

Go back to the old way of life.

Running, hiding, afraid

I just couldn't do it by.

It's better to go back to Boston
and get it over with.

I entirely imagine.

What's this?

Daily. Some new trick.

If it is, it won't work, I promise you.

No, Mr. Cato, no trick.

It's too late for that.

These are just some revisions
for the front page.

I have a responsibility
now to tell the paper.

I don't
want to leave without finishing my job.

All right.

Quite a distinction for a thief.

Your scribblings are of no interest to me.

Jack Dailey, alias Jim Collins.

I hereby arrest you in the name
of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. It's

my duty to warn you that any statement
you make can be used against you.

No state.

I prefer to have you placed
in temporary confinement.

You've been free long enough.

Free of.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look at

what I've done

at the Portland.

Really?

You ready?

Daily.

I am your name Cato.

That's right.

I thought so

of the way.

So this is the trick you had up your
sleeve instructions to the oppressed man?

Well, it won't work.

Oh, it's nothing like that, Mr. Cato.

This is
just an explanation for these people

who believed in me and gave me a chance.

It's the whole story and the truth.

You're Surprise me.

I was willing to do this thing quietly
without any fuss.

But now, with all this bravado, Mr.

Cato,

why don't you try a different word?

What word Major had in this country?

We call it guts.

Back in Boston,
you probably call it more courage,

a quality not found in a thief.

We've got a long ride ahead of us.

You can.

Here,

my friend. Please.

Please.

Mr. Cato here has a duty to perform
and so do I.

No, no, no, no.

It wasn't until I came to clear water

that I learned what it's like
to live as a man by the law.

Now I've got to

apply those rules
to a man named Jack Daley,

the man I used to be.

It's true that most of the money stolen
from Captain Peterson has been returned.

Nonetheless, it was stolen

and I was the thief.

Just let him try to take it back.

We ought to run him
clean back to Boston where he belongs.

No, wait.

Listen.

We had a string him up back.

Stop. Listen to me.

I will not be scared by a mob.

And don't
you interfere with a servant of the law.

I swore I'd get a confession of guilt
from this man.

I've got it.

And I'm taking him back with me.

You folks all know what Jim
Collins has done for this town.

We let him go now to be just like giving
clear water back to the Nick Dawson.

Is that how you want it? Now,

here, Mr.

Pino?

Oh, hold on just a minute.

I want to talk to this fella.

Come over here

and play with our

on my nose.

A couple of questions. One

I'd like to ask you first, Major,

supposing you take that boy
back to Boston, what happens?

He'll have a fair trial and due
process of law.

Seems to me.

I remember you told me he had a trial
and was acquitted.

Constitution says you can't
try a man twice for the same crime.

Correction, Major.

He never had a trial before
a court of law.

He had a hearing before a judge who
dismissed the case for lack of evidence.

I now have that evidence
in his confession.

He'll be tried.

All right.

Suppose he's convicted, then what?

He'll be sent to prison,
of course, is the law says why?

Because he's a thief.

You know, Cato,

I've had a feeling all along
that there was more to this case.

And on the surface, I think
there's got to be some other reason

for your relentless
persecution of Jim Collins.

This is hardly the time for a lecture
on elementary penology.

Major.

What is that reason? Cato

Well, a reason for imprisonment
is quite obvious.

Major society must be protected
from the criminal and if possible,

the law breaker must be regenerated
so he can occupy a useful place

in the world again, if possible.

I think it's possible.

I think it's already happened.

This boy,

Collins, ran the worst bunch of crooks
in this territory out of Clearwater.

I think that's useful, don't you?

And as for him being a menace to society,
I want to share some

of those people out there.

My duty remains clear.

Your duty or your desire?

I've told you before, Major, my interest
in Jack Dailey is purely professional.

I didn't believe you then.

I don't believe you now.

There's a difference between honest
police work and persecution.

You don't want justice, Keller.

You want revenge. Why?

Why? And how is Jack
Daley different than any other thief?

Go on, tell me. Cato.

Jim Collins there.

He had guts enough
to face up to his mistakes.

Do you?

I don't know, Major.

I've always thought what I did was right.

Now, I don't know.

Do you remember that dock robbery
I told you about?

There were two other men
in that with Jack Dailey.

They were both k*lled.

One of them was my son.

I married late for love.

It wasn't easy for her.

I realize that now.

She finally left.

Took my boy.

I hardly ever saw him again
until that night he was k*lled.

But he was a thief, Major.

Just like Jack Dailey.

But he paid the price.

Not why he.

Well,

I've always told myself
it doesn't make any difference.

It's just my job.

And I believed it.

But I'm afraid I don't believe it anymore.

I made you,

Mr. Cato.

Appears as if I've lost Major.

I have always been a bad loser.

Always will.

I never

leave.

Here's a present in my guts.

And I got one for you too. You?

Oh, wagon.

Well.

There are. No regrets.

Over there.

I'm gonna board my own the.

Weather Prancer the Lord.

We stay together side by side.

No more wagons for

wagons.

Oh, you're not

a passenger in a winter wonderland
Blizzard.

We're gonna sit down looking for it all.

Looking for.

It. Gonna be pretty rough.

All the wagons

wagon. Oh.

Got to keep.

A long time to go and.

Follow the snow.

Oh, oh.

Wagon.

Never have a cabin in the snow.

I won't get over that.

Nor the board.

I am the weather friend to the road.

We stay together side by side.