04x05 - Deathtown

[bunniefuu]

[men whooping]

-Yee-ha ha!
-h*, h*!

[men laughing]

Buenos dias, señorita.
Buenos dias, señor.

Coman estado?

[Spanish]

What do you want?

What do you have,
señor?

[yells in Spanish]

-Vamonos!
-Vamonos!

[laughing, whooping]

Francisco!
[laughs]

Hey!
Hey, Francisco!

Hey, Francisco!
Francisco!

See what we
have found.

Señor.

Aqui te.
Aqui te.

Andale.

[chuckles]
What is this?

My brothers, we were
in mortal danger and we
didn't even know it.

Madre mia!

What we have here?
Pretty.

Amigo, vamonos.
Andale, andale.

And what do you
have to give,
lovely señorita?

Mi hermano,
to look upon her
is a gift itself.

You are music
for my lonely soul,
señorita.

I don't hear any music.

That is easily remedied,
señorita.

Juan-- the guitar.

Si, hombre.
Comin' up.

Señorita.

Come.

[plays]

Ah, the little bird
is frightened.

I will not hurt you.

Relax.

♪♪

[music tempo increases]

Why don't you take
what you want
and let us go?

That may take
some time, señor.
[chuckles]

George, help me.

[g*n c*ck]

George, please!

♪♪ [theme]

-Yes, sir?
-I'd like a room
with a bath, please.

Yes, sir.
Got one just
newly painted.

Cost you $3,
though.

Well, I guess a man
oughta treat himself

to the very best
every now and then.

Yes, sir.

Uh, by the way,
have the Mendoza brothers
checked in yet?

The Mendoza brothers?

Uh-huh.
They're supposed
to meet me here.

No, sir.
Nobody by that name is
registered at this hotel.

-You're sure?
-Positive.

Well, they'll be checkin' in
a little later.

When they do,
let me know right away,

-will you please?
-Yes, sir.

-Are you dining alone, sir?
-Unfortunately.

-That's one of my tables.
-Looks just lovely.

You better be careful,
young lady,

or you're going
to spoil me.

I bet you're
used to that.

Now, let's see--
what's exciting?

Well, the pot roast is good,
and there's a dance later.

Well, now, maybe
I'd better try both--
in that order.

My, you sure are
a fast worker, mister.

[chuckles]

My name's Sally.

Hello, Sally.

Soup?

Guess I have
to start somewhere.

GEORGE: Jarrod?

JARROD: Well--
George Akers.

I thought that
was you.

-How are you?
It's nice to see you.
-Fine.

-Sit down.
-Thank you.

-Have you had dinner?
-I just finished, thanks.

-Oh, well, how've you been?
-Splendid, you?

Oh, can't complain, I guess.
How's the law business here
in Baker City?

Oh, last week I defended
a drunk who kicked a pig.

[chuckles]
How'd you do?

I got him a light fine.

Told the judge my client
thought the pig was a mad dog.

-When did you arrive?
-Oh, a couple of hours ago.

To see the Mendoza
brothers.

Well, yes,
as a matter of fact.
Do you know them?

Oh, I just met them
very briefly.

They said they were
here to meet you.

-What do you mean were here?
-They left.

-They left?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, I don't understand.

They were coming here
to buy some vineyard land
from me north of town.

Where the devil
did they go?

They probably went
back to Mexico.

They came in
a couple days ago,

looked at the land,
decided they didn't want it,

asked me to tell you
about it.

Well, I'll be--
that doesn't make any sense.

They sent me a $300 deposit.
What'd they say about that?

They understood
it would be forfeited.

Huh.
That's a lot of money.

Well, I wouldn't
worry about it, Jarrod.

After all, you did
everything you could

to hold up your side
of the bargain.

Well, I suppose
you're right
about that.

Oh, by the way,
how's your lovely
wife, uh--

Alicia?
Fine.

She's visiting her mother
in Cayoma for a couple days.

-Oh, well, be sure and
give her my regards.
-I'll do that.

-Well, it's good
to see you, Jarrod.
-It's good to see you.

If you get caught kicking
any pigs before you leave town,
give me a call.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Well, Sally,
thanks to you,

I guess my trip
won't be a total
waste.

What time do we
trip the light
fantastic?

Huh?

The dance we were
talkin' about.

Oh, yeah.
Um...

Hey, I'll bet
you're real good on
the dance floor, too,

but I think I'm gonna
have to beg off.

-Oh?
-Well, to tell you the truth,

it's been a long, hard day,
and I'm kinda tired.

That happened kinda
suddenly, didn't it?

Well, I been on my feet
since 6:00 this morning.

I guess it just came
over me all of a sudden.

I'll get the rest
of your supper.

Good evening.

Do you mind
if I walk you home?

-I'd like to talk to you.
-About what?

Well, for one thing,
the Mendoza brothers.

Who are the Mendoza
brothers?

-Oh? You don't know them?
-Why would I?

No reason, I guess.

Tell me something--
why'd you change
your mind

so suddenly
about that dance?

I told you,
I was tired.

Seems to me you
didn't get tired

until George Akers
came over to the table.

What did he have
to do with it?

Well, I don't exactly
know.

It's just that I've
been getting kinda
strange reactions

from people around here
every time I mention
the Mendoza brothers.

I don't know
what you mean.

I don't exactly know,
either.

I was hoping maybe
you could help.

You're a nice man,
Mr. Barkley.

I appreciate you
walking me home,

but I make it a point
to keep out of other
people's affairs.

You ask too many questions,
you usually get hurt.

Sally.

Now, that's usually
a pretty good rule,

-but I--
-I follow it.

Goodbye, Mr. Barkley.

TOM: Jarrod?

Oh, hello, Tom.

I heard you
were in town.

I was wonderin'
if you were gonna
drop by.

Well, I guess I
would've gotten around
to it sooner or later.

-How's your mom?
-Oh, fine, fine.
Everybody's fine.

Good, good.

You know, George Akers
was sayin' that you

were askin' about
those three brothers.

-Did you see 'em, Tom?
-Well, they rode in briefly.
Rode right out again.

I just can't understand
why they wouldn't

at least send a telegraph--
let me know.

Well, you know how
the Mexicans are.

No.
How are they?

Well, what I mean is, uh--

Well, they probably
got homesick, decided
to forget the whole thing.

I wouldn't worry too much
about it if I were you.

-Nice talkin' to you, Tom.
-You, too. You, too.

Uh, Jarrod?

I suppose you'll be leavin'
in the mornin', huh?

Well, now,
it wouldn't bother you
if I just hung around

for a couple of days,
would it, Tom?

Well, why should it
bother me?

That's right.
Why should it?

MAN:
Mr. Barkley.

Yes?
What is it?

Dirk Samson.

How do you do?

Just fine.

Hey, hey, hey,
wait a minute, now.

You better relax,
Mr. Barkley,

or you gonna end up
with a hole in your head.

That's a little better.

And now that we
have got your attention...

What's this little meeting
all about?

Well, I'll tell you,
Mr. Barkley.

You see, we, uh, Baker City
folk-- we don't much appreciate

the idea of a rich Barkley
like yourself

prancin' in here and tryin'
to make noise with our women.

-Make sense.
-Oh, I'm makin' sense,
Mr. Barkley.

Now, that Sally--
well, you see, Sally's my girl.

And I don't appreciate
the fact of you walkin'
her home the way you did.

Well, if she's your girl,
she sure keeps it a secret.

You're hurtin' my feelings
with that kind of talk,
Mr. Barkley.

Oof!

I'll tell you...

I'll tell you what
I think the best thing is
while we're out.

Go home, Mr. Barkley.

Go home first thing
in the mornin'.

And I'm sure with you
outta the way,

why, me and Sally--
we'll get along just fine.

What do you think
about that, Mr. Barkley?

-Hmm?
-Oof!

Ooh!

Well, I guess, uh,
he agrees, fellas,

'cause he sure
ain't arguin'.

Let him go.

Remember, Barkley--
you're leavin'.

First thing in the mornin'.

What do you think
you're doing?

I just ran into
an acquaintance of yours.

What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about
your boyfriend who
seems to think

I'm pushin' in
on his territory.

I haven't got
any boyfriend.

-Are you sure of that?
-Positive.

Well, I've only
been here for a month.

That's what I thought.

Whoever it was must've
been drunk or somethin'.

Oh, no, nobody was drunk.

They were just using you
to give me a little message.

You must be
imagining things.

Now, listen, Sally--
I'm not imagining my ribs
being kicked in.

This town wants me out.
Why?

Listen, somebody
beat you up,
that's your business.

The magic word is Mendoza.
The three brothers who just
rode in and rode out.

-You're hurting me.
-Where are they?

-I don't know!
-You're lying.

No.
No.

Listen to me,
please.

You've been warned.
Now leave it alone.

If you don't,
then you're liable
to wind up dead.

And that's the only thing
that's going to stop me
from asking questions.

-Then ask somebody else!
-I'm askin' you!

No!
Leave me out of it!

-Get out of here!
-I'm mad enough
and I hurt enough

to keep you up
all night if I have to.
Now, I want answers!

Everybody knows
the brothers are dead!

What are you talkin' about?

They were lynched.

They k*lled a woman.

They r*ped her
and they k*lled her.

Was there a trial?

No.

Where was the sheriff?

He was there,
watching with the rest of us.

Didn't work, Tom.

Wh--

What are you
talkin' about, Jarrod?

I'm talkin' about the three
you sent to rough me up.

It only made me
more curious.

And now I've got
the answer.

Just tell me why, Tom.

In your town--
why?

Jarrod,
I couldn't stop it.

From what I heard,
you didn't even try!

He did try.
But I identified them.

-You identified them?
-Yes.

It was his wife
they k*lled, Jarrod.

Alicia?

You saw it?

I saw it.

I'm sorry, George.

[sighs]
Well, look, can you--

Can you just tell me
how it happened? When?

Two days ago, George
and Alicia were in their buggy
about 10 miles out of town.

Three of them pulled
the buggy off the road, and...

they started--

They made her dance
with 'em.

Then, when they started
putting their hands on her,
I went crazy.

They knocked me out,
and when I came to,

Alicia was gone.
So was the buggy.

There were blood stains
on the ground.

I put a posse together
and went out right away,

but I couldn't
find anything.

Then, the next day,
the three of them
rode into town.

They checked into the hotel
to wait for you.

I guess they
never figured
the one man

who could
identify them
lived here.

Then... everybody
went sorta crazy.

They-- they
grabbed rope, and...

short of shootin'
every man in town,

I couldn't stop it,
Jarrod.

I'd like to read you two
a letter that was...

written by one of the men
you hanged.

It says,
"Señor Barkley...

"we have heard of you
and your family for
many years in Mexico.

"The Barkley name
is honored and respected,

"so we are very proud
that you have agreed

"to sell us your land
in the beautiful California.

"We've worked many years
to save the money needed.

"We want to become citizens
of your country--

to earn the love and respect
of your people."

Now, I ask you...

does this letter sound like
it could be written by a man
who could do this?

They did it.

They held me
and made me watch.

I pleaded with them.

I told 'em to k*ll me,
but please don't hurt her.

But they just laughed at me,
and said one filthy thing
after another.

Don't blame Tom.
If I had it to do over again,

I'd have led
the lynching myself.

[sighs]
Now, if you gentlemen will
excuse me, I'll say goodnight.

Now, Jarrod, you've lived
by the law all your life.

And so have I.

I'm sorry this had
to happen in my town.
I really am.

But I'm not gonna
blame myself too much
for it.

The whole thing
doesn't make any sense.

You say it happened
about 10 miles out of town?

ABout that.

I just can't understand
why those three

would ride in here
when they knew Akers
could identify them.

Well, how could they
know Akers lived here?

Well, how many towns
are there near where
it happened?

-Well, there's Rock Creek.
-All right, two towns.

A man and woman in a buggy.
They had to figure they were
goin' one place or the other.

Well, I guess they
figured it was Rock Creek.



Not very good odds
when you've just
committed m*rder.

Now, what are you
gettin' at?

Oh, I don't know.
I don't know.

I just can't understand
why they'd k*ll her

and not him.
It doesn't add up.

Well, killin' never does--

especially
by those kind.

What kind is that, Tom?

Well, those Mexicans,
of course.

Of course.

You ready
to check out,
Mr. Barkley?

Not yet.

-What do you want?
-Is Mr. Akers in?

He's gone.
Had to see a client.

-The man who kicked a pig?
-What?

Never mind.
I'll wait.

He may be some time,
Mr. Barkley.

-You know me?
-Everybody knows you.

So it would seem.

Mr. Barkley,
they k*lled Mrs. Akers
in cold blood

and for no reason,
except to satisfy
their lust.

They deserved
to be hanged.

They deserved a fair trial.

The ending would've
been the same.

If anything,
it was more merciful
getting it over quickly.

Now, I'm not so sure
the Mendozas would've
agreed with that.

Especially if they
were innocent.

You surely don't believe
those three were innocent.

-Mr. Akers recognized them
plain as day.
-Yes, yes, so he says.

It's just that there are
a couple of little things
I don't quite understand.

Mr. Barkley,
why don't you go away?

Why don't you leave
Mr. Akers alone?

Hasn't he gone through
enough in the last
seven years?

The last seven years?

I didn't mean that.
I meant that...

that the poor man has
had a terrible tragedy,

and people shouldn't be
poking their noses in
at such a time.

How long
were the Akerses married?

Seems to me it was
about seven years,
wasn't it?

How'd they get along
all that time?

I mean, was there any--
any little trouble
between them?

I won't answer that.

I think you already have.

Maybe I had better
come back at another time.

As you say,
it might be a long wait.

[door opens]

What's wrong?

Last night I was
re-reading this letter,
Tom.

Oh, now, look, Jarrod--
now, what's the point
in goin' over it again?

You've never heard
the second page.

Meanin' what?

Does Akers speak Spanish?

No.

But he claimed all three
Mexicans spoke to him,
right?

-Yes.
-All right.

Now, this letter was
written by the oldest
Mendoza brother.

At the end of it,
he apologizes for the fact

that he was the only one
who could speak or write
English.

Now, he goes on to say
that his other brothers
are very sorry,

but they're anxious
to get here so they
can start learning.

Before you strung 'em up,
Tom, did you try to talk
to any of 'em?

Uh, one of 'em
did all the talkin'.

Other two just, uh,
jabbered away in Spanish.

I just figured it was 'cause
they were-- they were scared
or excited.

Or they couldn't
speak English.

Uh, look, Jarrod,
now why would Akers--

why would Akers identify them
if they weren't the three
who did it?

I don't know.
Possible he made a mistake.

It's also possible
there never were
any Mexicans.

Are you suggestin'
that Akers k*lled Alicia
himself?

Kinda sounds that way,
doesn't it?

Oh, Jarrod,
you're really
on the wrong track.

Oh, he was crazy about her.
Why, he showed her off
all the time.

I just had a talk
with his housekeeper.

She gave me the definite
impression that there
was trouble between 'em.

Oh, she's an old busybody.

Why, she'd been jealous
of Alicia ever since the day
Akers brought her home.

You can't put any store
in her.

And as for Akers sayin'
that all three of 'em
spoke English,

well, that's an
understandable mistake.

He was in a state
of shock when it happened.

All I'm asking you
to do is consider
the possibility.

That I hung three
innocent men?

Not likely, Jarrod.
Not likely at all.

-You afraid to dig
a little deeper?
-Now how would I do that?

Let's find Alicia 's body.

-I looked for it.
-Then let's look again.

-Now, what'll that prove?
-I don't know.

But if she was assaulted
before she was m*rder*d,
that'll show.

And if she was
just plain m*rder*d,
that'll show, too.

You willing to face up
to the truth?

As far as I'm concerned,
I know the truth.

-But if you need proof--
-I do, Tom.

And down in your guts,
you need it, too.

Left fork goes
to rock creek.

That's where Akers and
his wife were supposed
to be comin' from.

Uh-huh.
You go up there
with the posse?

I covered the whole area.
Didn't find anything.

You know, Tom,
a fella who might've
m*rder*d his wife

isn't gonna be likely
to want the law to find
her body, is he?

Meanin' he could've
misdirected us.

Meaning we'd better
try this way.

Whoa.

What's the matter?

That looks like
Akers ' buggy.

Hello there.

Where'd you get
this buggy?

Who's askin'?

Sheriff Hayes,
Baker City.

Sheriff, huh?

Too bad you didn't come
nosin' around when the
bargainin' was goin' on.

What bargaining?

Three Mexicans,
two days ago.

Said they wanted
to trade that buggy.

Three Mexicans?

That's what I said.

Just two days ago--
with this buggy.

Which I didn't want.

These Mexicans--
What'd they look like?

Like Mexicans.

I mean, would you
be able to recognize 'em
if you saw 'em again?

I'd sure recognize
one of 'em.

Sittin' there on that
palomino with one of them
fancy silver saddles.

I won't forget
that one.

What kind of supplies
were they after?

Oh, trail supplies.
Food, blankets--
stuff I couldn't spare.

I take it, then,
you weren't exactly
in favor of the trade.

That's exactly
what I mean,

but this grinnin' Mexican
had a g*n, so there wasn't
nothin' I could do.

You here
to get my stuff back?

Now, which way
did they go
when they left?

South.

Thanks
for your help.

You can thank me
by bringin' my stuff back.

I sure don't need
that buggy.

Jarrod...
they were the ones.

Kinda sounds that way,
doesn't it, Tom?

Then I hung
three innocent men.

How do I fix this?
How do I live with
a thing like that?

They can't be far.
We just get 'em, that's all.

But what's inside me...
what I did...

catchin' them
won't change that.

No, it won't.

But it's a start.

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

Tom. Tom!

Oh... who was it?
How many?

I don't know.
I couldn't tell.

-I gotta get you to a doctor.
-No.

No doctor can fix this,
Jarrod.

-Aw, sure, they can.
-No, Jarrod.

No... you just promise me...

you'll get it all straight.

Ooh...
[gasps]

I had a good record.
All these years.

You fix it for me.

You just rest easy, Tom.
I'll get you some water.

All right, Tom...

Thought I heard
someone ride up.

Nice to see you.
Are you hungry?

-I could eat.
-Got beans or ham--

or both, if you
got the courage.
[laughs]

A little joke.
I ain't the best
cook in the world,

-but I'm sociable.
-I'll try the ham.

Ham and spuds
comin' up.

Ah.

Get much traffic
through here?

I mean,
other than the stage.

Well, you might say
I get about all of
what comes through--

bein' I'm the only
stop between here
and Baker City.

What about three men?
Mexicans.

One of 'em ridin'
a palomino with
a fancy saddle.

What about 'em?

They come through
here?

What happened there?

b*llet.
Just a crease.

-One of those Mexicans?
-I think so.

Look, mister...

I make it a point
never to get involved
in anyone else's battles.

I stay a lot healthier
that way.

They did come through
here, then.

You ain't hearin'
anything from me.

Suit yourself if that's
the way you feel.

If you wanna tend that arm,
I got some astringent
back here.

It's all right.
It's taking care
of itself.

Hey, uh, you wanna
hear a funny story

the stage driver
told me this mornin'?

-Not particularly.
-Oh.

Those three Mexicans--

What about 'em?

It was yesterday
they came through.

-Oh?
-Yeah.

They were in a hurry.

Bought some food,
a couple bottles of whiskey.

Hmm.

I don't suppose they
told you which way
they were goin'.

Well, they...
didn't actually make
a point to tell me.

But you heard,
though, huh?

As a matter of fact,
I heard one of 'em

say they were headed
for the border.

How much do I owe you?

-You didn't finish it.
-It's like you said.

-How's that?
-You're a lot better
at talkin' than cookin'.

[sighs]

[guitar plays]

[speaks Spanish]

[both laugh]

[branch cracks]

JARROD:
Leave it right there.

All right,
on your feet.

I said on your feet!

Señor, what is
the meaning of this?

You're comin' with me
back to Baker City.

We're gonna have a little
talk with the law.

-There must be some mistake.
-No mistake.

We have done nothing...
except share the stars.

It is true, señor.
We're just plain vaqueros.

Why would the law
want us?

For m*rder.

We have m*rder*d
no one.

No one except
Sheriff Hayes
and Alicia Akers.

-Who?
-Akers! You remember.

The woman you stopped
on the road with
her husband.

Oh, forgive me, señor.

But you have come
a long way for nothing.

That's right,
Mr. Barkley.

Alicia?

Yes.

I thought you were dead.

-Who told you that?
-Your husband.

He told the whole town
that you'd been r*ped and
m*rder*d by these three.

Ah...
[speaks Spanish]

[laughing]

You must pardon
our bad manners
for laughing, señor,

but, uh,
this is amusing.

And you'll pardon
my bad manners.

I've watched
a good friend die,
been wounded,

and chased you
for over 50 miles,
and I'm not amused.

ALICIA:
Mr. Barkley...

my husband lied.

I left him.

I went with Francisco
willingly,

and George
watched me go.

You went with them
willingly?

Three Mendoza brothers
rode into Baker City
to see me on business.

Your husband told everybody
they were the ones

that stopped your buggy
and m*rder*d you.

They lynched 'em.

That makes no sense.

No.

No, it doesn't.

But I think
it's beginning to.

He didn't want anybody
to find you with them.

He hanged
three innocent men just
to protect his reputation.

You always did have excellent
perception, Jarrod.

The g*n-- over here.

All right, George.

Just tell me
one thing, will you?

Why'd you have
to m*rder Hayes?

I was sorry I didn't
get you, too, Jarrod.

Then when you headed south,

I figured you had an idea
where these four were,
so I followed.

All right, well,
you found us.

Why?
I'm not going
back with you.

And you needn't worry,
because we're going south,

and none of your
friends in Baker City
need ever know.

I was willing
to let it go at that--

till Jarrod
started pressing.

You should've
left it alone, Jarrod.
You should've gone home.

Is a reputation really
worth all this, George?

You think you could stand
being laughed at everywhere?

That's all that's
ever mattered to him--
not looking the fool,

appearing to be
an upright citizen,

a perfect husband,
and a gentleman.

Only I knew
different.

Because when he couldn't
feel that he was a man
outside the house,

then he'd slap me around,
and that made him feel
really important.

You've no idea
what it was like...
living like that.

You had everything
a woman could want.

I had nothing!

Oh, I could
tell you stories.

Once he went
into a rage
like a little boy

because the mayor
didn't invite him
to his birthday party.

He nearly cried--

Still running
true to form.

You... dare talk to me
after what you've done?

After what I've done?

All I've tried to do
is get away from you.

I asked
for a divorce once.

But that was impossible.
"not proper."

the right people
would talk.

They might even
ask questions.

He said he'd k*ll me
if I ever mentioned
it again.

You should have
k*lled him, my love.

"Your love"?

You did what no man
can do to me.

You... nothing.

Thief... animal.

If I am those things,
señor,

then you must be worse,
or she would not have
left you.

I would've shot you sooner...
from out there...

but that would've
been too gracious.

Now you can die slowly...

and you can watch,
just like you made me watch.

-Stay where you are!
-George!

Oof!
Aah!

[g*n fires]

Like I said,
I could tell
such stories.

[chattering]

What's going on
in there?

Just gave the federal marshal
the facts.

-What does that mean?
-It means he's got the facts.

Would you like me
to ride out with you
a little way?

Francisco's waiting for me.

Alicia, are you sure
you know what you're
doing?

George made me feel
cold and empty.

Francisco doesn't.

-Simple as that, huh?
-Simple as that.

Goodbye, Jarrod.

Mr. Barkley...

Well, what I did--
what we all did--

Well, the fact is
we thought we were
doin' the right thing.

Well, I only
been here a month.

You learn quick.

What about us?

You'll have to live
with yourselves.

♪♪ [theme]