01x30 - Cemetery Road

[bunniefuu]

Go!

It's no use, Jonesy.
It's not gonna come out.

Sure it will.

I think it gave
a little bit that very time.

Ha!

Ha!
Yeah!

Let go, Jonesy!
Let go!

Jonesy!
Jonesy!

Jonesy.

Are you hurt bad,
Jonesy?

My shoulder hurts.

Do you think you can make it
to the house?

I'll be lucky if
I get to my feet, Andy.

[ footsteps approaching ]

What happened?

Team ran away
and dragged him.

Slammed him up
against this tree.

Where you hurt?

My shoulder.

What were you doing out here
with the team anyway?

Trying to take out
that stump. Oh!

You ought to know
better than that.

And that's a job
for Jess or me.

Oh, take it easy.

Oh, easy.

We better
get you to the doc.

All I need is some rest
and my liniment.

- Where is it?
- It's in the barn.

Run ahead and get it,
Andy.

Andy, my hat.

[ groans ]

Andy, start hitching up
the buckboard.

You're going to go in
and see the doc,

and that's that.

I've seen my liniment
cure worse sprains than this.

Just because it works
on horses doesn't mean
it's gonna work on you.

Look, it's my shoulder,
isn't it?

I could do what I want
to with it.

Suppose it's a break,
what are we gonna do?
sh**t you?

Here it is, Jonesy.

Uncork it.

Spill a little
in here, Andy.

That's good.

That'll be better.

I don't know how long
we're gonna be.

Might have
to stay overnight.

Tell Jess when he comes in,
will you?

Think you can make out
alone?

Sure, why not?

I still say this
liniment is all I need.

Give me
some more, Andy.

Andy,
you're in charge.

If somebody wants
to buy the place,

don't put the price up
too high.

Come on.

Six dollars for sweatin'
off a couple of rims?

Are you out
of your mind?

I just didn't sweat
a couple rims, mister.

I had to rest the fellows
on both wheels,

that takes time
and time costs money.

Yeah, well, I've had
wheels worked before.

I know
what they should cost.

You're not talking about
eastern prices, mister.

We got to charge
more out here.

We pay more
for material.

Not that much more.

Look, mister,
just because a man's

had a little tough luck,
there's no reason to cheat him.

You wrecked your wagon.
I didn't ask you
to cross the river.

I didn't ask
for your business either.

I set a fair price,
I'm sticking to it.

Oh, Glen,
please pay him.

You stay out
of this, Helen.

- Now look, mister,
I'm telling you--
- Glen, please.

I told you to stay
out of it, Helen!

Now look, mister,
you'll take half
or you'll take nothing.

Hold it now!
Just who do you
think you are?

Put your g*n away, mister.
You won't have to use it.

I don't intend to.

Just tell your
hot-headed friend here

to stop reaching
for his.

Matthews, did you see
what this guy did?

I saw a part of it,
Bentley.

The part where he stopped
you maybe from k*lling somebody.

[ sighs ]
Thanks, Slim.

You all right?

Did you ever get hit
with a pick handle?

What do you think?

You want to ride back
to town with me?

No, I can make it
by myself.

After I get paid.

All I can say is
I'm sorry about this.

It wasn't your fault.
I'm glad you stepped in
when you did.

If it's another
apology you want,

you're looking in
the wrong direction.

Come on.

Did you see that?
Blacksmith tried
to cheat Bentley.

I didn't see
any such thing.

And if you was close
enough to hear that,

you got no excuse
for letting Bentley work him
over with a pick handle.

Who are you looking out
for anyway?

A wagon train or slickers
from every jerkwater town
in the route?

Laramie is no
jerkwater town, Ross.

Even if it was, it's
your job and mine to see

that things like this
don't happen.

And if you want to be
a wagon master
for the company,

you better learn that.

Another thing,
keep your hand away

from your g*n
till you're ready to use it.

I've seen more than
one man wind up

in the cemetery
making that mistake.

There you go.
Take it easy.

- Yes?
- How do you do?

Is the doc in,
Miss Julia?

My father's
out of town making calls.

Is your brother in?

Yes, he's in.

Slim, it's feeling better,
my liniment's helping.

Come on.

Hello, Slim.
Jonesy.

Brought a customer
for you, Doc.

Jonesy,
well, it must be serious

- if his liniment
wouldn't cure it.
- It's his left shoulder.

Uh-huh. Well, let's take
a look at it.

Over here, Jonesy.

Look, Doc,
there's nothing wrong with me

that a night of
rest won't cure.

Uh-huh.
Well, let's just see.

That's it, take it easy.
Left shoulder, huh?

Aha.

Oh.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.
Out of joint.

And you said
it was busted.
It's out of joint.

You can fix that real easy,
can't you, Doc?

Oh, yes, yes,
yes, I can fix it.

I don't much like
the way you say that.

Is this gonna hurt?

Well, I'll tell you.

Let's just say
that you could use

a little fortifying
before I do it.

Close the door,
will you, Slim?

Nothing like a little cheer
for a situation like this.

Never use it.

Uh-huh. Well, I think
you better make an exception
this time.

Come on, Jonesy.

- Slim, let's go home.
- Come on, come on.

We have chloroform,
we have morphine,

but we haven't had them
very long.

If it hadn't been
for whiskey,

I don't know what doctors
would have done

for the last 2,000 years.

Now he's gonna be
all right, isn't he?

Oh, yes, he'll be fine
in just a few minutes.

Then I can take him
right back home?

No, he shouldn't be traveling
for at least a day or two.

Oh. Jonesy, I'll go get us
a hotel room.

You behave yourself.
Thanks, Doc.

All right,
don't worry about it.

Hey, Slim!

How's the head?

Sore.
I can't even get my hat on.

Nice folks,
those wagon people.

It'll be a long time
before I try to help him again,

- I'll tell you that.
- Now wait a minute.

You can't judge them
all by the one
who whacked you.

Most of the people in Laramie
got here by wagon train,
including me.

Yeah, well, it's all over
and done with

and the worst that happened,
I got a lump on the head.

Could have been
a lot more serious

if you didn't come
along though.

Say, how about me
buying you a drink?

All right.
Only because I'm thirsty.

You know, back home,
those two would

never get away
with treating me like that.

I know
what you mean.

If I was running
the wagon train

it never would have
happened either.

You know, I got
a good mind to go in there

and finish what I started
with that blacksmith.

I don't blame you
one bit, Mr. Bentley.

One thing though,
I wouldn't try it
if I wasn't packing a g*n.

You know, you're right
about that, Ross.

A man just can't tell
when he might have
to protect himself.

Are you coming?

Another drink, Ross.

Thanks.

Hey, ain't that
that blacksmith over there
with his g*n-pulling friend?

Yeah, yeah, that's him.

It sure must be nice to be
a blacksmith in this town.

Charge twice as much,
work half as long,

and you take
every other day off.

You know, if ever a man
was trying to talk his way
into a fight, it's him.

Let him.
I'm not leaving.

I didn't run from him
when he had a club

and I'm not about to now.

I'd like nothing better than
to have him start something.

Let's go sit down,
I'm tired of standing.

I'm afraid you forgot
to pay for that bottle, mister.

Are you kidding?
I paid you half an hour ago.

No, you didn't, sorry.

You're going to be a lot sorrier
if you keep talking.

Does everybody
in this two-bit town

expect to get paid double
for everything?

You ain't got
your pick handle now, mister.

You better watch it,
or you'll trip over
that tongue of yours.

Well, now,
look who's here.

The town blacksmith,
drinking up the money
he stole from me.

You don't fight so good without
your club, do you, mister?

Drop it!

Where's the sheriff?

He's still alive, Slim.

Let's get him
to the doc.

Who's the law
in this town anyway?

I wouldn't worry
about that, mister.

Oh, if that man dies,

somebody is gonna
answer for him.

He drew down
on an unarmed man.
Thirty people saw him.

I was just trying
to hit him in his g*n arm.

- He moved
at the wrong time.
- He sure did.

All right, all right,
I'm coming.

You don't have
to knock the door down.

This man is hurt,
Miss Julia.

All right, bring him in,
but you'll have to go
look for my brother.

You have any idea
where I can find your brother?

No, but you could start by
looking in some of the saloons.

Real nice town
you got here.

Real nice.

We were doing fine
until you showed up.

Bentley don't look too good.

I better go get his wife.

We got to find Matt.

Any sign of the doc yet?

No. We've looked every place
we could think of.

He didn't make it out
to the Wilson place
or the Clark place either.

[ doorbell tinkles ]

How is he?

No better
and probably a lot worse.

You didn't find Matt?

No. When is your father
getting back?

I don't know.
Not for 3 or 4 days.

You look about
done in, Julia.

I'm not exactly
at my best tonight.

Why don't you
get some rest?

I'll stay up with him
till Matt gets back.
Just tell me what to do.

Well, I could use
a little sleep.

Just change the compresses
when you have to,

and if he moves around
too much,

- try and hold him still.
- All right.

Excuse me.

Could you direct me
to the doctor's office?

[ drunkenly ]
Are you ill, lady?

No, no, I just
wonder where--

Because if you are, madam,
allow me to prescribe
a modicum of this.

The greatest prescription
invented by man
for man's ills,

and for ladies' ills, too,
I might add.

Believe me, dear lady--

Ah, you found it.

I did.

But I must say
that back there seems to me

a mighty strange place
to keep whiskey.

Still, I suppose a man
never does know

when the need
will come upon him.

Quite right, doctor.

Excuse me, please.

[ cork pops ]

Oh, isn't that
a lovely sound?

Do it again.

Oh, that is music.

Pure music.

For you, sir?

Oh, no, no, no,
he's had too much already.

That will be one dollar.

Excuse me.

Remind me not to let him
in here again.

Let me have his drink.

To your health, doctor.

My husband--

Yes, Mrs. Bentley,
come on in.

In here.

Glen.
Glen.

How bad is he?

We're still waiting
for the doc, ma'am.

You mean he hasn't
treated Ben yet?

We expect him
any minute.

Mr. Ross said he was
hurt this afternoon,
that was hours ago.

That's right, Mrs. Bentley,
but he's out on emergency call.

Come and sit in the living room,
Mrs. Bentley.

I'll make some coffee.

Are you sure
I can't get you something?

Some tea
or some hot soup?

No, thank you.

[ doorbell tinkles ]

[ slurring ]
Good evening to you.
You live in a zoo.

Matt!

Cold water
and hot coffee, Julia.

Oh, no, Slim, no,
I've already had five cups.

Well, have six.

Slim, it's no use.

I can't do it.
I'm in no condition, look.

You've got to try,
you've got to.

All right, Slim.
Ask Julia to come in.

Julia.

Is there any chance?

Of course there is.

How long before we know?

I don't know.

You've-- You've been
very kind, Mr. Sherman,

trying so hard
to help Glen.

That's all right,
Mrs. Bentley.

I expected hardships
on this trip and dangers, too,

but nothing like this.

Where you from?

Chicago.

That's a long way.

Mm-hmm,
it's a million miles.

I'd never been outside
the city limits in my life.

That's a rough trip
even for the people

who have made it
dozens of times.

Where were you heading,
California?

Mm-hmm.

My husband's a merchant
in dry goods.

We've saved for 12 years to open
a store in San Francisco.

Twelve years?

You must have married
pretty young.

I was 15.

I don't know what I'd do
if anything happened to Glen.

I've no family,

not even children of my own
to look after.

He's gonna be all right.

He's got to be.

Oh, I wish I had children.

I've never had anyone,
just Glen.

I don't know people
very well either.

The only friends I've made
have been on this trip.

Glen doesn't believe
in friends very much.

He's kind of alone inside.

Like me.

I guess I don't know him
very well even after 12 years.

He has a bad temper,
Mr. Sherman.

Is that why he's in there?

Yeah.

The blacksmith?

Partly.

Elmo and he were fightin'.

Your husband seemed
to lose his head

and tried to use his g*n.
Elmo didn't have one.

A g*n?
He doesn't own a g*n.

He had one then.

It seemed like he was
going to k*ll Elmo.

So somebody shot him
before he could.

The man who did it,
is he in jail?

No, ma'am.

Why not?

He didn't do
anything wrong.

I mean, he was trying
to prevent a m*rder.

He only wanted
to wing your husband,
wound him in the arm.

You mean that's what he said
he was trying to do?

It's the truth, ma'am.

I know it's the truth.

I did it.

You did it?

Yes, ma'am.

He's gone.

Mrs. Bentley.

- [ indistinct chatter ]
- [ gavel pounding ]

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Let's have
a little order in here.

Go ahead.

Well, I was about over there
when Bentley pulled his g*n,

and Slim was over there.

And he yelled, "Drop it!"

Bentley didn't,
so Slim fired.

Drop it?

Drop what?
Bentley didn't have a g*n.

Look, mister,
I know a g*n when I see one

and so does everybody else
who was here.

Sure,
but you didn't see one.

[ gavel pounding ]

All right, all right.
Settle down in here.

This is supposed to be
an inquest, not a circus.

Now we've heard eight witnesses
back up Sherman's testimony,

and one witness claim he
didn't even see Bentley's g*n.

Slim, do you have anything to
add before I close this inquest?

Just that
I didn't want to k*ll him.

I'm sorry it happened.

- [ murmuring ]
- [ gavel pounding ]

Will you people
keep quiet?

Now then, Slim Sherman
fired in self-defense

or in defense
of an unarmed man.

It's the same thing.

There's no need for a trial.

I hereby
proclaim the inquest

into the death of
Glen Bentley closed.

Matthews, you're gonna
let them get away with that?

Nobody is getting away
with anything.

This was a fair inquest
and you know it, mister.

It was no such thing!
Why, I've got--

That's enough, Ross.
It's over.

All right, folks,
let's get back to the wagons.

Mrs. Bentley--

Leave her alone, widow-maker.

- Hello, Slim.
- Hello, Matt.

Just on my way
up to see Jonesy.
How is he?

He's sleeping right now.

His shoulder is
still pretty sore.

He's in no shape
to ride home yet.

Well, if you've got anything
to do, I'll look after him.

Thanks. You just put him
on the stage when you
think he's well enough.

All right.

See you.

I'm making us
some lunch, Matt.

It'll be ready
in a few minutes.

Never mind, Julia.
I'm not hungry.

When did you eat last?

I've no idea.

Matt, you did everything
that you could for that man.

But not in time.

I was too late by 6 hours and
at least 2 quarts of whiskey.

You can't be sure he would
have lived, nobody knows that.

I know it, Julia.

You see, I'm a doctor.

If you don't believe me,

just read that certificate
on the wall.

Just hold it right there,
gunfighter.

What's going on?

That so-called sheriff of yours
didn't think

there was any need for a trial,
but we think different.

It's wrong.

You've got no right
to hold a trial.

Well, I've seen you hold
'em before, why not now?

Them others was different.
It was on the open trail,

hundreds of miles
from the closest town.

Now when we're in a township,
or a county

we're subject to their laws.

Now you know that.

Most of the folks around here
don't seem to think that

what they heard
this morning

was their kind of law
or justice either.

And you didn't do anything
to discourage that notion.

What are you talking about?

Oh, he'd have been hanging
from a tree by now

if I hadn't stopped
our men.

Only way I could stop them
was promise them a trial.

Well, you got the right
to hold one out here.

It says so in the articles.

Then it was
you gave the orders

to move our camp to
the other side of county line?

Well, there's
no secret about it.

You weren't here,
so I did what had to be done.

Matthews, don't tell me

you think that was
an honest inquest.

Well... you was
the only witness
against him.

Certainly.

And you know as well as I do
that nobody from town

would testify against
one of their own.

Especially if all he did
was k*ll some stranger.

I've seen trail towns be
pretty rough on outsiders,

but Laramie has never been
one of them as far as I know.

Well, it is now.

We got to think of them
other wagon trains

we'll be bringing through,
you know?

I am.

If we hang
an innocent man,

there's no telling how many
folks will pay for it later.

Yeah, and if we let a guilty
one go free, it'll be worse.

All right.

All right, folks, break it up!
Bring it all over here.

We got to have
a little clear place here.

Come on, bring a few boxes,
chairs, and sit around,

I want to talk to you.

And then this man
drew his g*n and fired it.

Now we all know

that Glen Bentley
never carried a g*n.

He didn't even own one.

But if he did have one
in his hand,

like this man says he did,
what happened to it?

[ murmuring ]

You all saw what happened here
yesterday morning.

This man Sherman
interfered in an argument

that was
none of his business,

and he pulled his g*n.

And he would have
used it, too,

except there were too many
unfriendly witnesses around.

And you remember
how he grabbed hold of me

right after the inquest.

Now most of you folks come
from small towns and cities,

east of the Mississippi.

You've probably never seen

a trigger-happy saddle tr*mp
like this before, but I have.

I'm not going
to try to explain

what makes them
the way they are,

but the west
is full of them,

and for every one
that gets away with

a senseless k*lling
like this one will,

if you let him,

ten more innocent travelers
like Glen Bentley could die.

Now do we want to be responsible
for something like that?

I don't,
I can tell you that.

And I'm sure
that nobody else here

wants to have something
like that on his conscience.

[ murmuring ]

Does the accused have anything
to say in his own defense?

You heard my story
at the inquest in Laramie.

I shot at Bentley to keep him
from k*lling another man.

He was there, he saw it
happen the way I told it.

I don't know why he's lying,
but he is.

If you've got in your minds
to hang me,

there's not much
I can do about it.

I don't know
how many of you've

taken part
in a lynchin' before...

but that's what you're gonna
have to answer for.

You're the jurors,
all of you.

If you believe the accused,
Slim Sherman,

is guilty of murdering
Glen Bentley,

you will so signify
by raising your right hand.

You saw the verdict.

The sentence is
death by hanging

during the hour
after sunrise tomorrow.

Court's adjourned.

Sherman.

I don't want to talk to anybody
or listen either.

This is important.

I've been speaking
with Mrs. Bentley.

That's good.

Mr. Sherman,
the doctor,

Doc Hansen,
he was drunk, wasn't he?

I understand you spent
the entire night looking for him

and when he did show up, he was
in no condition to do any good.

Could he have saved my husband
if he treated him earlier?

I don't know.

That's something
only he could answer.

Well, I'm going to Laramie
and have a talk with him.

I wonder what his plans are.

If he decides Matt was at fault,
what's he gonna do?

Hang him, too?

I don't want to see you dead,
Mr. Sherman.

I'm afraid there's nothing
you can do about that.

Well, they'll listen
to Mr. Matthews.

You mean,
if he convinces himself

that it was Matt's fault
and not mine?

Yes.

I'm sorry I didn't say anything
about the doctor before.

I hope it's not too late.

Me, too.

Matt?

Matt, it's after 2:00.

Matt,
are you gonna be in here all--

Oh, Matt.

Matt.

We'd better
wait for Matthews.

I know Mr. Matthews
better than any of you do.

If he said to do it
within an hour after sunrise,

that's exactly what he meant.

And he's not a man
who likes to be disobeyed.

MRS. BENTLEY: Mr. Ross!

Morning, ma'am.

I'm sure Mr. Matthews
would want you to wait.

He rode into town
to speak to the doctor.

I know all about that,
ma'am.

But I still say we better
carry out what has to be done.

Seems to me you're in an awful
hurry to take a man's life.

Seems to me you're a little
out of line, mister.

Did you read those articles
you signed when you started?

The wagon master
has complete authority
in matters of this kind.

That's right, but not
the assistant wagon master.

You didn't read
too closely, did you?

If anything happens
to the wagon master,
I'm in charge here.

As far as we know,
nothing's happened to him.

Like I said,
we better wait.

Somebody's coming now.

It looks like Matthews.

The doctor's dead.

He hanged himself last night.

Come over here, folks.
I want to talk to you.

I'm sure you all know

why I went into town
to see the doctor.

The fact that he took
his own life sort of confirms

what me and Mrs. Bentley
have been thinking,

that he'd have been
able to save Bentley

if he'd been on the job
and sober.

You kind of missed
the point a little bit,

didn't you,
Mr. Matthews?

How's that?

Well, we tried Sherman,
not the doctor,

and for sh**ting down
an unarmed man in cold blood.

Sure, Bentley
might have been saved,

but he wasn't,
he's dead.

And that makes him a m*rder*r,
no matter how you cut it.

I'm not so sure of that.

I learned a few things

that I should have found out
before the trial.

First of all, this man Sherman
is a responsible citizen.

He owns a ranch
and a relay station.

Runs it with his young brother
and a couple of hired men.

He's not a g*nman,
never has been.

He's even
served as sheriff

when the regular lawman
was hurt.

Next,
half the men of Laramie

were looking for the doctor
along with Sherman.

Sure!
Because they didn't want

one of their own
to get in trouble.

And when he did,
they lied him out of it.

I don't think they lied,
Ross.

I think you lied.

Well, now I'd be
mighty interested
in hearing about that.

Yes, sir.

First of all,
you wanted Sherman dead

because he made a fool
out of you yesterday morning.

That's a lie!

None of the people in Laramie
had a reason to hide that g*n,

and g*ns
don't just disappear.

Well, it must be
pretty plain by now

that Matthews is just searching
for anything, any excuse.

And why?

He knows
that man is guilty as sin,

but he hasn't got the guts
to see justice done

when somebody might
criticize him for it.

You think that's it?

Sure!

I'm not afraid
of what people say.

And no wagon master
has a right to his job if he is.

Now we come down
to the real reason, Ross.

You want my job,
you always have.

Well,
you're not fit to hold it!

You're getting old.

Every time there's trouble,
you back away from it!

You all know
what I believe,

that Sherman
is innocent of m*rder.

I'm asking you
to change your verdict.

You're wasting your breath,
Matthews.

Now these are
decent people.

They're not gonna listen
to the likes of you.

Well, I'm listening to him.

- Me, too.
- Yeah.

- [ chattering ]
- Thanks.

And you all better listen,
too,

if you want to be able
to sleep at night.

All right.

The ones that think
the verdict should be changed,

step over here behind me.

All right, that's it.

Turn him loose.

I've got my suspicions
but no proof.

If I had any, you'd be
swinging on the end of
a rope right now.

- He's crazy!
- And you're fired!

Get on your horse
and get out of here!

Give me your r*fle.

I hope the Laramie folks
don't judge everybody

coming through
by Bentley and Ross.

Oh, they won't.

Now we all got here
the same way

that these people are getting
to wherever they're going.

You're always welcome.

Thanks.

Oh, I'd appreciate it

if you'd give a message
to Mrs. Bentley for me.

Mr. Sherman,
what should he tell me?

That I meant it
when I said I was sorry.

I am, too.

But it's over and I don't bear
you any hard feelings.

It's just something that
couldn't be avoided, I guess.

You're gonna continue
your trip west?

Oh, yes, I'm going to open
the dry goods store,

just as my husband
planned to.

I don't know how good
I'll be at it, but I'll learn.

You'll do fine.

Thank you, Mr. Sherman.

Good-bye.

Bye.

That young lady
sure grew up overnight.

It's a rough way to do it.

Nothing's easy, Sherman.
Not in this world.

Nothing but dying.

Yeah, and I almost
found that out, didn't I?

Good-bye.

How's the shoulder, Jonesy?

A little better.

Healing slow, though, Slim,
mighty slow.

- Hi, Jonesy.
- Hello, Andy.

- How do you feel?
- Oh, not so good.

Oh, the two cows are in the barn
waiting for you to milk them.

How long do you figure
it's gonna be till you
can do the milking?

Oh, maybe a week, Andy,
maybe two.

Slim, better split
some firewood before dark.

We'll need it.

All right.
Where's Jess?

He's in there
scrubbing the kitchen floor

and cleaning the stove.

We needed that, too,
for some time.

You've got your chores pretty
well organized, haven't you?

Now, Slim,
you know I don't like this.

I'll be mighty glad
to get back doing my part.

Sure, you will.

Oh, by the way, Jonesy,

Andy and I picked
some huckleberries.

Oh?
For pies, huh?

Oh, you did right well,
enough to make five pies.

Andy,
did you notice anything?

Yeah, his arm got better
all of a sudden.

Mm-hmm.

Miracle.

- How do you like that?
- I like it fine.

Oh, me, too.
But I'd like it even better
if you'd milk the cows for me.

And chop some
firewood for me.

Yeah.

I'll be glad to.

Andy, you better clean up
those huckleberries

and get them ready
for Jonesy.