04x16 - The 25 Graves of Midas

[bunniefuu]

[Heath whistling]

[horse snorts]

[whistling]

[horse snorts]

[rustling]

Good evenin'.

Saw your fire.

Evenin'.

Ah! That coffee of yours
sure smells good.

-Help yourself.
-Thanks.

What's the matter
with him?

The horse?
He's got a stone bruise.

Doggone,
hard luck on me too.

I gotta be in Marinette
first thing in the mornin'.

You might be able to
pick up a horse in Midas.

-Yeah? How far is that?
-About fifteen miles.

You live there?

Nope.

Just kind of
headin' that way,
though, huh?

In the morning.

Mighty nice horse
you got there.

I'll give you
a couple hundred for it.

Now, see,
you can have my horse,

and soon as that bruise heals,
he'll be as good as new.

Not for sale.

I'll give you two-fifty.

You are in a hurry,
aren't ya?

-Well, I said I was.
-How come?

Mister, do you want
to sell that horse
of yours or not?

I thought
I answered that.

Well, all right.

Thanks for the coffee.

Aaah!

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Evenin', Mrs. Kendall.

Evenin', Jess.

Why don't you lock up
and go on home?

Oh, I don't mind staying.

Might be a customer
come along. Can't tell.

When was the last time
we had a customer, Jess?

I tell you what--
you come on over

and I'll fix you
some dinner.

Is that Jim Hubbard?

I don't know.
If it is, he's sure
in a hurry about something.

Huh.

-When did it happen?
-This afternoon.

Just a couple of miles west
of the Marinette office.

Well, I think this calls
for the house to buy a drink.

-Set 'em up, Zack.
-You bet!

-Evenin'.
-Evenin'. Got a room?

Sure have, mister.

We got a drink, too--
on the house.

What are we celebrating?

-We just got some good news.
-Oh?

Couple of hold-up men
bushwhacked a Dutton Company
messenger this afternoon,

got the Marinette payroll--
five thousand dollars.

That's good news?

Anything that's
bad news to Dutton Mining
is good news to Midas.

-Drink up.
-No, I'll just take
the room, thank you.

It's up to you.

You can register
right here.

Can somebody
take care of my horse?
He's just outside.

Yeah, sure. Hey, Jess?
Take the gentleman's horse.

Number five.

-Will you be here long?
-No, just a few days.

I'm meeting my brother here.

He should be arriving
sometime tomorrow.

Will you have
a room for him?

-Sure will, mister...?
-Barkley.

Stockton, California.

That's right.

You're not welcome here,
Mr. Barkley.

Nobody connected
with Dutton Mining Company
is welcome in this town.

I wasn't expecting a welcome,
I was expecting a room.

And I don't want
any trouble.

What are you
doing here, anyway?

I came to look
into that mine.

You're a little late.

There's nothing left
of that rotten hole of yours.

It's not mine.

Oh. Well,
you'll have to excuse me

if I don't know exactly
which part belongs
to the Barkleys

and which part to Webb Dutton.

All I know is, the whole
stinkin' shaft caved in.

That's why I'm here.

What are you gonna do?

Wave a magic wand
and bring 25 men
back from the dead?

That's a lot of men,
Mr. Barkley.

You should have been here
the day we buried 'em.

Twenty-five coffins
beside twenty-five graves.

So many graves
I had to help dig the one
for my own husband.

His name was Mike Kendall,

and you k*lled him--
you and Webb Dutton.

Mrs. Kendall,
I'm here to get some facts.

And as soon as
I do get some facts,

then I think it best
that you and I sit down
and talk about this.

You want some facts,
Mr. Barkley?

Well, here's one.

Zack, let him see your leg.

-Let him see what
the cave-in did to it.
-Don't.

-Show Mr. Barkley a fact.
-Don't.

Mr. Barkley.

We almost filled
the cemetery that day,
but not quite.

There's still room
for another grave or two.

Then we all
better be careful,
hadn't we?

Good night.

What's he after?

Perhaps he wants to help.

[scoffs] Help.

That's my little sister.

Every woman
a beautiful princess,

every man a knight
in shining armor.

Drink up, boys,
Zack'll pour you another.

Mrs. Kendall.

Who do you reckon he is,
Miss Hannah?

Get Zack. Hurry.

Who is he, Hannah?

Dutton! You think
he's one of the men--

Let's get him
inside the stable.

Zack. Zack.

How is he?

He's hurt bad, Hannah.
He's lost a lot of blood.

-Hannah?
-Nora, what are you
doing here?

-What happened?
-Jess, close that door.

Hannah, who--

The Dutton payroll messenger

was robbed and k*lled
this afternoon by two men.

He's one of them.
Now get out of here.

-What are you gonna do?
-Zack and I will
take care of him.

He needs a doctor.

Oh, what doctor?
Schaeffer?

That old fool would run
to Webb Dutton first thing.

You can't just
let him lie there.

Will you get out of here?

Jess, let's get him up
to the loft.

-He'll die.
-She's right, Hannah.

If Dutton gets him,
he'll die anyway.

He k*lled his messenger.

Listen...

Listen, we've all
been sitting around

wishing there was some way
we could get back at Dutton.

Well, here's our chance.

He's hurt Dutton Mining
where it hurts the most--

in the pocketbook.

And I don't care who he is
or what he is

or how many men he's k*lled,

that makes him a friend of mine.

And yours.

Doesn't it?

It sure does.

What'll I do with this,
Mrs. Kendall?

Uh...

put it in the feed bin.

Now, you go on home.

No. I want to help.

Nora, build a fire
in the stove
and heat some water.

All right. All right.

Go in the back room,
get some clean cloths
that we can use for bandages.

Now, let's get him
up to the loft, Jess.

Nora.

Nora, honey,
it's morning.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to fall asleep.

How is he?

He needs fresh bandages.

He needs a doctor.

I'll get some clean cloths
from Zack.

Jess?

We need some more
clean cloths.

How are the cards
runnin', boys?

Deal.

[moaning]

NICK: Anybody here?

-[moaning]
-NICK [to horse]: Easy.

That-a boy.

Get down from there.

Get down!

-What are you doing here?
-I just come in
to get my horse.

Well, get him and get out.

[horses approach]

Your partner, Mr. Barkley.

Heeya.

[door closes]

Been riding all night, Zack.
Whiskey all around.

Mrs. Kendall don't have
no whiskey for you, Mr. Dutton.

Is that right?

That's right.

Get a bottle.
And no rotgut.

Hey.

Maybe you folks
haven't heard.

We had a payroll robbery
yesterday afternoon--

We heard.

Good morning,
Mrs. Kendall.

Before he died,
my messenger described

one of the men
who bushwhacked him.

About twenty-five,
brown hair, blue eyes,

he was wearing
light tan pants,

a brown shirt
and a leather vest.

My messenger thought
he might have winged him--
he wasn't sure about that.

Seen anybody around here
like that?

-No.
-You sure?

He's said no.

But you'll let me know
if you do, won't you?

That messenger
was Jed Harker.

Now, most of you know him.

He was a friend of mine.

When I get the two men
who k*lled him,

they're gonna get
the same chance Jed got.

And that goes for
anybody who tries
to get in the way.

-Let's go.
-Mr. Dutton.

You can't ride in here
and push us around.

Not anymore.

Twenty-five of our men are dead.

This town dies
a little bit more every day.

We've lost everything--
what more can you do to us?

You don't scare us,
Mr. Dutton,

you or your partner.

Partner?

She just might be
meaning me.

-Barkley.
-Hello, Dutton.

What are you doing here?

I think it best that
you and me

go up to my room and have
a little talk, don't you?

Might be a good idea.

Wait outside, men.

Zack, come on over
to the barn.

-Come on in, Dutton.
-When'd you get here?

Last night. We thought
we'd have a look at
the Midas mine,

maybe a couple other mines
while we're at it.

-"We"? Is Jarrod with you?
-No, my brother Heath's
gonna meet me here.

Heath. I've never met him.

What's your sudden interest
in the Midas?

Well, that's kind of
a strange question,
wouldn't you say?

Last time I looked
we owned 40% of that hole.

And I own 60.

Which gives you control,
is that what you're saying?

That's what I'm saying.

And I'm saying
something else, too--

I don't like you
sneaking around
behind my back.

Now, wait a minute,
Dutton.

Twenty-five men
were k*lled in that cave-in,

and we'd kind of like
to know why.

As long as you get
the return on your investment,

that's the only
concern of yours.

The people downstairs may not
agree with you on that.

You let me
take care of them.

It's not that easy, Dutton.

When my family
owns 40% of a company,

it also owns 40%
of the responsibility.

We'd like to know
where we failed.

We owe the people
of this town that much.

We don't owe them anything.

If a man goes to work
in a mine, he takes his chances.

If he doesn't know that,
that's his hard luck.

That cave-in was an accident.
They happen.

For a reason.

-I've got nothing to hide.
-I hope not.

Mount up, men.

Take him out this way.

Mr. Dutton.

Been lookin' for you,
Webb.

My men got
one of them K*llers treed.

Where?

In a draw
just south of Pine Creek.

Well, let's go get him.

There ain't no rush
about it.

He can't go six feet
in any direction.

There ain't no use
taking any chance on

somebody getting k*lled
going in there after him.

He'll have to give himself up
soon as his grub
and water run out.

I want him now, Mason.

Barkley, 40% of that payroll
belonged to you.

You ridin' with us?

No, I'd say you got
all the men you need
right now, Dutton.

Let's go.

Heeya!

What'd you do with him?

Who?

The man that belongs
to that blood up there.

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

I'm talking about
the man you're hiding

that k*lled
Dutton's messenger.

Is that what you think?

Uh-huh. I also think
you're making a big mistake.

What is the point,
Mrs. Kendall?

If you are hiding this man
just to get back at Dutton,

it's kind of stupid,
wouldn't you say?

The only one you're gonna
wind up hurting is yourself.

Don't you preach at me
about hurting myself,
Mr. Barkley.

I been hurt all I can be.

And now I'm gonna
tell you once more--

get out of Midas.

Get out and stay out.

Every man in this town
has a g*n and a debt
he'd like to collect.

We put him in number twenty.

You're sure
nobody saw you?

No. Took him up
the back way.

Good.

[moaning]

[knock on door]

-Who is it?
-It's Hannah.

Nora...

I want you to
do something for me.

I want you to
go to the stable

and wrap those saddlebags
in a blanket

and bring them
right back up here.

-But Hannah--
-I'll stay with him.

Do as I say!

Oh, Mike.

Mike.

[horse whinnies]

DUTTON:
Now I want his partner...

and anybody who gets in my way
will end up like this one.

Think it over.
I'll be back.

You let Dutton k*ll him.

How was I gonna
stop him?

You're supposed
to be the sheriff.

Dutton Mining
owns this county,
Mrs. Kendall.

I never forget that.

You better not, either.

Couple of you men
give me a hand here.

[moaning]

-Audra?
-What?

I gotta get to--Midas...

What did you say?

Where's my horse?

She left me.

Did my brother
check in yet?

No.

You've been out
to the mine.

You people keeping
pretty close check
on me, aren't ya?

That's right.

How far is it
to Marinette?

About 30 miles.

I think I'll ride out that way,
see if I can meet him.

Oh, and if he gets here
before I get back,

you tell him where I am,
and tell him to wait.

And don't forget, huh?

Hannah,
what are we gonna do?

About what?

That fellow up there.

You heard Dutton.

He suspects we're hiding him.

-We've got to decide
what to do.
-Later.

-Hannah--
-Later.

[knock on door]

-Who's there?
-HANNAH: It's me.

His fever
is much worse.

He's been saying things,
but I couldn't understand him.

If you won't send
for Dr. Schaeffer,

then let's get him
to Marinette.

There's a doctor there.

No, it's too risky.

Dutton's men may be
watching the road.

Then we can go tonight
after dark.

-No.
-Hannah, you can't
let him die!

If we turn him over to
the sheriff in Marinette,

then at least
he'll stand a chance.

What chance?
He'll hang!

-He's a k*ller.
-I don't believe that.

What?

I... don't believe
he's a k*ller.

-Oh, you don't?
-No.

And how did you
decide that,
just by looking at him?

I don't know,
I just feel--

Oh! "Feel." You are such
a little fool sometimes.

You live in a dream world.

You've never seen
anyone or anything
the way they really are.

Show me why
he isn't a k*ller.

You tell me what you see
that I don't.

I can't.

No, of course you can't.

You can't explain
this either, can you?

-No!
-No.

Doesn't mean a thing to you.

You don't know who he is...

don't know where
he came from...

don't even know his name.

But you've decided
he's not a k*ller.

I wonder what would happen
to that pretty world of yours

if you ever had to
help dig a grave

for the man you loved.

Three o'clock
yesterday afternoon?

Yeah. About that,
maybe a little later.

I asked him why
he didn't stay another night,

but he said
he had to be to Midas
first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

Hope everything's
all right with him.

[Heath moans]

[grunting]

Who... are you?

I'm Nora.

-Where am I?
-Midas.

Midas?

Yes...

I remember.

You're safe here.

Safe?

For the time being,
at least.

Until you're well enough
and we can get you away.

Get me away?

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

You don't have to lie to us.
We know who you are.

We know you're
one of the men that held up
the Dutton messenger.

Messenger?

Not making...

any sense.

Got to...

meet brother.

Your brother?

I'm...

Heath.

H-Heath...

Barkley.

You're lying.

He's not.

You know he's not.

His brother said
he was gonna meet him here.

Nick...

Nick?

Hannah, you've got to
get his brother.

He's not here.

He went to Marinette.

Hannah!

Hannah!

Hannah!

Zack.

Zack!

What is it, Hannah?

Here. Hide this
in the storeroom.

It's the payroll money.
Go on!

What's the matter?

That man up there?
We were wrong about him.

What do you mean?

He didn't have
anything to do with
the payroll hold-up.

-What?
-NORA: Hannah!

Hannah, help him!

-Please!
-Yes, honey,

-Yes, honey.
-Please help him!

We'll get Doc Schaeffer, sure.

Zack, you see to him.

And we'll--
And we'll send Jess
to Marinette,

and-and-and--
to get his brother,

and you are gonna
get some rest.

No, I want to
stay with him!

You have got to
get some rest, Nora.

You just can't
go on like this.

You're gonna
get sick yourself.

-Then where would we be?
-You mean it?

-You will send
for the doctor?
-Of course.

Now, look,
you just lie right down here.

And you'll call me
as soon as the doctor
gets here?

Yes. Yes.

-Hannah...
-Mm-hmm?

Are you angry
with me...

for being right
about him?

No. Of course not.

Who is he?

His name's Barkley.

Barkley?!

He's Heath Barkley.

How come he had
the payroll?

He said some man
tried to steal his horse,

there was sh**ting,

and he was hurt
and the man was k*lled.

What difference
does it make?

None, I guess.

Dutton'll get his money back.

No, he won't.

Hannah, Barkley's
sure to tell him about it.

What if he never
got the chance?

What if...

what if Dutton
k*lled him first?

-Dutton?
-Yes.

What if he heard
that the k*ller was hiding
somewhere around here?

In the--

In the Midas, maybe.

Hannah, what are you
trying to say?

What would he do?

He'd go after him.
You know that.

Yes, and not give him
any more chance than

he gave that
poor devil today.

Hannah,
I don't know.

I do.

Dutton's k*ll crazy.

sh**t. sh**t first.
sh**t to k*ll,

and ask questions later.
Only later is too late.

It'll be--

It'll be worth it.

Once, just once...

to see the Duttons
and Barkleys of this world

k*ll their own kind
instead of ours.

Here. Put this over him.

You get this
to the sheriff.

Heeya!

NORA: Hannah!

Hannah, he's gone!

Yes, his, uh...
his brother took him.

Took him? Where?

To Marinette.

Marinette?

Yes, to, uh,
get him the care he needs.

Doc Schaeffer
thought it was best.

The doctor was here?

Yes. Very late last night.

Why didn't you
wake me?

Oh, well, Nora,
you needed the rest.

You promised!

Yes, I know. I know I did.

I'm sorry now. I--

I'm sorry now I didn't.

Why don't you sit down,

and in a minute I'll fix us
something to eat.

You're lying.

Nora!

The doctor wasn't here.

Neither was Mr. Barkley.

He's not taking Heath
to Marinette.

Why, yes, he is.

I'm going to find out.

You're not going anywhere.

You are lying.

What have you
done with him?

You've k*lled him!

Nora, listen to me!

Let go of me!

Do you want Dutton
to get that money back?

You'd k*ll a man for that?

-He k*lled Mike!
-What?

Mike and all the other men
who died with him.

Did the Barkleys
ever come here to see

what that rotten hole
of theirs was like?

No. No, all they cared about
was their share of the profits.

Dutton or Barkley--
what difference does it make?

They're all to blame!

They k*lled Mike--
all of them!

Nora.

Nora! Nora.

Nora. Nora.

Nora!

Nora!

Got something for ya.

"The man Dutton wants is hiding
in the Midas mine."

Where'd you get this?

The sheriff found it
under his door this morning.

Get the men.

How is she?

Oh, she's--
she's all right.

She just lies there.

She-- She looks at me,
but she doesn't see me.

And I talk to her,
and I--

I try to explain...

she doesn't hear me.

[door opens]

All right, Mrs. Kendall,
I want to know
and I want to know right now.

Who is that wounded man
you're hiding?

Who is he?!

NORA:
Tell him, Hannah.

It's--

It's your brother.

That's what I figured.

I found his g*n
by his campsite.
Now where is he?

Tell him!
Tell him where he is!

He's in the Midas mine.

Oh, Hannah.

[crying]

Forgive me.
Forgive me.

Forgive me, Nora.

[horses approach]

There he is.

Let's get him, men.

-Not me, Mr. Dutton.
-What?

I'm not going in there.

That whole mountain
could come down on our heads
any minute.

Right, fellas?

[clattering]

[distant clatter]

[clanking]

[g*nsh*t]

Whoa.

[distant g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Aaaah!

[loud crashing]

Heath!

Heath.

Hold on, hold on.

Come on, boy.

Put your arm up
over me.

One of you men
bring me some water.

Thanks, Nick.

You're gonna be
all right, Heath.

You're gonna be all right.

I don't suppose
you'll ever be
back in Midas.

Well, I wouldn't be
too sure of that.

Somebody's gotta buy
that Dutton estate.

I got a hunch
it might be the Barkleys.

Right, Nick?

Right.

I hope so.

I want to thank you,
Nora.

Oh, no, I'm the one
that should say thank you,

to both of you, for keeping
Hannah and Zack out of jail.

We think Midas has had
all the punishment
it should have to take.

Good-bye, Nora.

Come on, git.

Git!

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