03x13 - The Lawless Seven

[bunniefuu]

Mr. Gorman?

I'm Jess Harper.

Believe you got
some horses for me.

Been a change
of plans, Harper.

You'll have to get
your horses somewhere else.

Now wait a minute.

I've been riding
for a long time.

I'm in no mood
to play games.

Neither am I.

The army offered me a better
price, they get the horses.

This letter agreeing to sell,
it's as good as a contract.

Rink, throw him
off the ranch.

All right, cowboy,
on your horse.

All right, hold it.

Now turn around.

Don't you turn back
unless I say so.

I'm not through
with you, Gorman.

I'll be back.

You can't do anything
right, can you, Rink?

[ horse neighing ]

[ horses approaching ]

Is this the one?

Hello, Sheriff.

Looks like
your mount picked

the wrong time
to go lame, Harper.

Anytime is a wrong time
as far as I can see, Sheriff.

You better
come along with us.

I was coming to see you anyway
when my horse went lame.

Why the escort?

We're no escort,
Harper.

You're under arrest.

For what?

For k*lling
Frank Gorman.

He was found shot to death
last night back at his ranch.

We figured you were
the man behind the g*n.

Look, I know I had
a run-in with Gorman,

but I didn't k*ll him.

You think I'd still be
hanging around here if I did?

I just told you
I was coming to see you

when my horse went lame.

You can
tell it all to a jury.

I'm telling it to you.

I was tending my horse
all night last night,

and I can prove it,
somebody was with me.

Wrangler,
he was heading north.

He lent me some sav
and helped me dress it.

He's lying.

Mount up.

Look, his name
was Dirksen.

You move out now you
can catch up with him.

Harper, you threatened
Gorman and now he's dead.

I'm not going chasing
any ghost cowboy

so you can stall around
and slip out of this.

This man can
clear me, Sheriff.

That's part
of your job, too, ain't it?

If you don't mount up,
so help me,

I'll drop you
where you stand.

My uncle was a tall man
in these parts, Harper.

We're gonna hang you
from a high tree.

All right, move out.

[ groans ]

[ g*nshots ]

Ha! Ha!

[ clicks tongue ]

[ groans ]

Looks like he's been
through here.

I like the fall weather.

The pine needles have
a special kind of smell

this time of year.

Not too much longer.

We're gonna have an early
snow again this winter.

Oh, I hope so.

Oh, you didn't bring
your knitting, Ginny.

Oh, no,
I forgot it.

I'll go back
and get it for you.

It'll give you something to
do while I'm picking berries.

Oh, never mind,
Mother.

I don't mind
just sitting here.

It's such
a lovely day.

All right, dear.

I won't be far.

Call
if you need me.

[ squirrel chittereing ]

[ Jess moaning ]

[ moans ]

Oh, are you hurt?

Some.

Mostly worn out.

Oh.

Well, I heard you
sort of moaning.

Dreaming I guess.

Maybe I still am.

You were
asleep out here?

Yeah.

Anybody else
with you, miss?

Well, my mother
is picking berries

and I was just
waiting for her.

Oh, you are hurt.

Remind me never
to lie to you.

Mm.

[ grunts ]

Tastes good,
doesn't it?

Sure does.

Thank you.

What about
your father?

Does he live
with you?

Yes,
and three others.

That's a pretty
good size family.

Oh, well,
we're not all related.

You are the first stranger
that's ever come out here.

You--You couldn't have
come in on a horse.

No.

I sort of
climbed in.

Oh, I see.

[ footsteps approaching ]

Where did you
come from?

Somewhere near
the town of Gunsight.

How?

Climbed up
the cliff and over.

You're lying.

That's next to
impossible.

Well, I'd hate
to do it again,

I'll tell you that.

Mother,
he's hurt.

Keep away from him,
Marian.

He doesn't look
that dangerous, Walt.

It's not
too bad.

No, ma'am.

I'll bandage it
for you.

Much obliged.

All right,
come on.

Sit down.

Stopped a slug, huh?

Slug went down
somewhere I reckon.

Whose?

Sheriff's posse.

Here.

Thanks.Why?

A rancher named
Gorman was k*lled.

Sheriff figured
I did it.

Did you?

No, I didn't.

But I didn't have any luck
convincing the law.

If I hadn't run,
I'd be hanging

from a cottonwood
right now.

Could
still happen.

How'd you make it
in here?

Over the mountain.
Lariat.

For your sake
I hope he finds it.

Well, that won't prove
anything one way or the other.

He could
still be a badge.

I've seen you
someplace, boy.

Yeah,
that's right.

Five or six years ago
in Ellsworth.

Is that right?

I'd just come off
a cattle drive,

red-eyed
and wild.

You locked me up
in your jail, Marshal,

before I could get
into any real trouble.

What's your name?

Jess Harper.

Ride into Gunsight and
check his story out, Calvin.

That's
half a day's ride.

Why waste the time?

You got another
suggestion, Walt?

Yeah.

Put a b*llet in him
and have done with it.

You got something against me
personal, mister,

or you just plain trigger-happy?

You've got
a big mouth.

All right, Walt,
that's enough of that.

Your story is confirmed,
there'll be a vote taken.

On whether to turn me
loose or not?

Not exactly.

Whether to keep you
or k*ll you.

Can't beat
ponderosa pine for whittlin'.

Calvin,
you're getting good.

Hmm. Be a long time before
I'm as good as you are.

Still ain't quite
got the knack

of holding your
blade, though.

Here.

That's a fact,
Sam.

Must have been
quite a climb

that Harper
had to make.

Mm-hmm.

Possible though,
tough one.

You take him
for a lawman?

Bounty hunter
maybe?

He ain't no
bounty hunter.

Maybe a lawman,
hard to tell.

He'd--

He'd make
a good one.

You figuring on him
riding with us?

Well, I've been turning
that over in my mind.

Four men
aren't enough.

No argument there.

Ever since we lost Calico,
ain't nothing been

going exactly
the way I'd like to.

But this Harper...

I don't know,
Calvin, he--

he just might not
take that long.

Don't look to me
like he's got much choice.

All right, Walt.

Walt seems to have
a slight edge.

Could be.

Unless you were
dogging it.

I don't figure
he was.

Well, I never was much
for sh**ting at rocks.

Never saw one yet
that could sh**t back.

You've got a big mouth,
Harper.

Always open.

You want to try
and shut it?

Now wait a minute,
you two.

[ horse approaching ]

Kind of hot day
for riding around.

Can't seem to sh**t any holes
in Harper's story, though.

A few people'd like to
ventilate him, though.

Well, looks as if
you tell the truth.

How does it feel being
on this side of the law?

I've been on it
before.

Might as well
get this over with.

Sam,
how do you vote?

He's got vinegar,
Calvin.

I ain't sure
it's sour enough.

We need another g*n,
not his.

Nothing personal,
Harper.

Eliot?

I've been
thinking on it

and I'm gonna
have to say no.

I get the feeling
deep down inside of him

he's got a real
nasty honest streak.

Sorry.

I control two votes,
mine and my wife's.

I vote
them both yes.

We're deadlocked.

That leaves it
up to you, Walt.

I reckon it does.

You just don't
measure up, Harper.

One thing...

you sure I wasn't
dogging it just now?

Dead sure.

Then how about facing me
instead of a handful of rocks?

Seems the fairest
way to vote me out,

cleanest, too.

Somebody
lend him a g*n.

Never mind, Walt.

You both
might get lucky.

I guess I shouldn't have
interfered in the first place.

The only right way
for us to settle this

is for the two of
you to have at it,

maybe afterwards
you'll find some way

to get along.

[ grunting ]

Like a man who can
hold up his end

when trouble
comes.

I guess
we found one that can.

Well,
it don't look like

Walt's in any shape
to vote right now.

Anyone care
to change his vote?

Break
the deadlock?

I might
just do that.

You've just been
voted in, Jess.

Come on, Walt,

get cleaned up
and come inside.

We've got plans
to make.

The stage
will be about here,

on the old Medicine
Bow road,

about an hour
or so before dark.

Well, we won't find a better
spot than that to hit it.

By the time they
get to Medicine Bow,

round up a posse,
it'll be nightfall.

How much are they
gonna be carrying?

No strongbox,

but there'll be a couple
of cattle buyers aboard.

From what I was
able to pick up,

they'll be carrying about
$4,000 in cash between them.

I don't think that's worth
bothering with.

That's what
everyone will say.

There'll be no guard,
it'll be a piece of cake.

All right.

What about him?

He goes with us.

We better be
turning in,

long ride
in the morning.

Night.Night, Calvin.

Harper,
top bunk.

Who is it?

It's me, Ginny.

Ain't it kind of
dangerous for you

to be out here
this late?

It doesn't make
much difference to me

whether it's day
or night.

Yeah, I guess
that's right.

I'm sorry.

You know, you don't
really belong here, Jess.

Neither do you.

Oh, I'm all right.

I'm as happy here
as I would be in a city.

And certainly that
last city that I was in.

You mean Ellsworth?

No, after that.

I wasn't always blind,
you know?

I was wondering
about that.

If you'd like to talk about it,
I'd like to listen.

Well...

some men that my father
had put into jail escaped,

and they came to
Ellsworth to try and k*ll him.

And they almost did, too,
along with my mother and me.

One of the b*ll*ts
hit me

and injured an optic
nerve they said.

I was


Well, couldn't the doctors
do anything about it?

The ones in Denver couldn't,
that's where I was sent.

So my mother and father
were sent to a hospital

for a long time,

and I went to a home for
the blind until they recovered.

How come you didn't
go back to Ellsworth?

When my father
got on his feet again,

they had
a new marshal.

After 15 years?

Yes.

They wanted a younger,
stronger man.

So my father waited until
mother was well enough

to travel and then
we came here

along with Sam--
Sam Purdy.

He was fired, too.

I see.

I'm beginning to understand
a lot of things

I didn't before.

One more thing
you'd better understand.

We don't want you
running around here

during the night,

not until
we get used to you.

I wasn't figure
on going anyplace, Sam.

Good.

It's about
sleeping time.

Ginny, it gets cold
out here in the nights.

Well, I'll be going in
pretty soon, Sam.

Goodnight.

Goodnight,
Jess.

Goodnight,
Ginny.

And I tell you, Ginny simply
can't stay here any longer,

I have to
take her out.

Marian, we've been
over this too often.

When the time comes,
we go together.

The time was going
to come in a year,

it's been 5 years.

How many more?

One.Oh.

Two at the most.

Calvin, she'll be


I know.Do you?

Do you really?

When I was 19
we'd been married a year,

Ginny was
a month old already--

You were
a lot different.

Not only were you
different from Ginny,

but you were a lot different
from what you are now.

Of course,
you haven't changed.

You're still the same young
dedicated deputy marshal

who believed that without
good law enforcement

no society
could survive.

Are you gonna tell me
you weren't as mad as I was

about what happened
to us and Ginny?

You wanted me to turn outlaw
just as much as I wanted it.

You couldn't
wait for me to turn

on that nest full of
snakes called society.

And I was wrong.Ah.

I knew I was wrong in less than
a month and I admitted it.

I'm still admitting it,
but not you.

You've been
a criminal for 5 years

and enjoying
every minute of it.

No,
that's not true.

Fun is gone,
has been for a long time.

All there's left is...

revenge.

You enjoy that?

I need it.

You might think of
your daughter's needs

once in a while
instead of your own.

She's a woman now
and a decent woman.

I intend to see that
she stays that way.

Just what are you
talking about?

I think you know.

You've seen the way
Walt looks at her

and that other young man,
that Jess Harper.

All right, now she's
grown into a woman.

She could do a lot worse
than to marry Walt or Jess...

whichever one
is the strongest.

She is not going
to marry an outlaw.

She's not going to have
the kind of life I have,

waiting for her man
to come home

and knowing
he might not.

It's bad enough for me,
Calvin, and I can see.

I think
you've said enough.

Yes,
I think so, too.

But just
one more thing.

Ginny is not going to spend
another winter here,

that gives you less
than a month to see

that she gets out
of here to a town,

someplace where she can live
like a decent human being.

If you don't I'll...

If I don't?

I'll take her out
myself.

I'll take her out if we have
to walk every step of the way.

[ door closes ]

Well, it gives a fella
a nice warm feeling

to know
he's trusted.

Around here that's
something you earn, boy.

Well, that's funny.

Folks on the right
side of the law

are always saying
things like that.

You must have been
one of them once.

That's right.

Long time ago...

I was Calvin's deputy,
for 10 years.

Just think of it,
Jess,

by this time tomorrow
you'll be wanted in two places.

Colorado for m*rder
and Wyoming for robbery.

Now that's what
I call progress.

Here she comes.

If you expect me
to be any help,

you better
give me an iron.

Wouldn't want you to go
sh**ting your toe off.

Jess
has a point.

Won't look very professional
if he's unarmed.

Kind of light,
ain't it?

About six shells
too light.

Nothing wrong
with the way you add.

Cover up.

You got
another one of those?

You just hold the horses,
we'll do the rest.

With my bare face
hanging out?

All right,
let's go.

Ha!

h*!

Ha!Ha!

Oh, drop it, son!

We ain't packing
any strongbox.

Next time I tell you
something, move.

Jess, grab the horses.
Come on, everybody, out!

Hurry it up!

Hey, hold them horses,
Harper!

You did fine, Jess.
I won't forget that.

Neither will anybody
aboard that coach.

You made sure of that,
didn't you?

Well, before
a man can be famous

people got to know
who he is, don't they?

Let's go.
Come on!

How do you figure
a six-way split?

Harper's only been
on the job a day.

I figure Calico's share
gets divided up among us.

Jess starts
his sixth day.

Now look, the last time
we talked about this,

we decided to wait until
we had $10,000 or $12,000 apiece

before we split.

That'll take us 3-4 years at
the rate we're going, Calvin.

You better
read this letter.

It says the cattlemen's
association

is meeting in Laramie
starting tomorrow.

I don't see anything so
interesting about that.

I think you do,
Calvin.

Forget it.

Can't do that.

There's a town
called Cheyenne

surrounded by
cattle ranches.

That town will be
practically empty

with the cattlemen
in Laramie.

Now there's a bank in that
town and it's full of dollars.

We can make ourselves
more money tomorrow

than we've managed
to scrape up

in the past 5 years,
playing it safe.

We don't take
risks like that.

Maybe it's time
we tried.

Now look, as long
as I'm running this outfit,

we'll work my way.

I thought a vote was usually
taken on important matters.

Eliot,

you trying to cook
something up, huh?

Trying to?

Trying to cook up a bank
hold-up so I can take my share

and with enough I could go
sit in the shade a while.

I'm getting a mite old
for this kind of life,

and so are you two.

Let's vote.

I say we do it.

Make it two.

Sam?

No.

Jess?

No.

All right,
that settles it.

Both my votes
are no.

Maybe Mrs. Hawks
ought to do her own vote.

I hear tell women are voting
in the Wyoming territory.

I don't see nothing special
against it.

If I voted in favor,

it wouldn't make
any difference anyway.

You'd still be deadlocked,
three for and three against.

Seems to me you're right back
where you started from.

Except we'd be split
right down the middle.

Ma'am, just out of
curiosity, I...

I'm not in favor
of sending anyone here

into something that could
put him behind bars or worse.

But if a lot of money
is the thing

that'll get my daughter
out of here, I--

I don't know.

It'll be a hard decision
to make.

Night.

Eliot, you get us
all k*lled

and what's gonna happen
to Marian, huh, or Ginny?

That's not my problem,
Sam.

Besides, Ginny
is old enough now,

sold at some
prospect--

I might have to
k*ll you.

Sam,
he's got a friend.

I thought Ginny meant
something to you, too.

Well, sure, she does,
and to Harper, too.

What you
getting at?

Well,
I'll tell you.

You change
your vote,

and we take
the Cheyenne bank,

then we can both help Ginny
get out of here.

Well,
that's all I need.

Walt trying to
make friends with me.

With friends like him,
a man don't need no enemies.

GINNY: Jess.

Jess?

Ginny, what are you doing
out here this late?

Just sitting,
I couldn't sleep.

I would
rather that

you didn't tell Mother
about it, though.

I won't.

Couldn't you
sleep either?

No.

You're going away,
aren't you?

Thinking about it.

Well, goodbye, Jess,
and good luck.

No, let me
touch your face.

Besides
needing a shave,

what else can you
tell about me?

[ chuckles ]

You have
a good face.

It's strong and yet
it's gentle, too.

I bet you're
good-looking.

You have
long eyelashes.

What color
are your eyes, Jess?

Blue, more or less.

Ginny, do you think
you could ride good enough?

No.

I'll be all right.
Thank you anyway.

If I ever get out from under
what they got on me,

I'm gonna come back
for you.

No.

Pa and the others,
they'd never let you do it,

you know that.

You'd better be going now
before somebody wakes up.

I'm finding it awful tough
to say goodbye.

Please go, Jess,
I don't want to cry.

I reckon you've had
more than your share of tears.

Oh, you're nice
to be with.

Ginny, you know,

plenty of things have happened
in the past 5 years.

Doctors have learned
lots of things

they didn't know before.

Please,
don't give up hope.

No, no,
I'll try not to.

I'll figure
something out.

I don't know what right now,
but something,

if you'll trust me.

Oh, I do.

Then you better
go on in the house,

it's getting cold.

No, I want to stay here
until you go.

I think I'm gonna
stay a while.

I got a feeling I can do you
more good right here.

At least, the way it is
for the time being.

Oh, Jess.

Jess.

I'll see you
tomorrow.

Cleaned up pretty nice,
didn't it?

It's a fine g*n.

It might work
better

if I had some shells
to go with it

Thanks.

I'm gonna
trust you, Jess.

I've been wrong,
I hope not.

If I am
you'll wind up dead.

Mount up.

Where are we going?

To pay our respects
to the bank.

I got to thinking about
our talk last night

and decided to
change my vote.

Sam went along
with me.

Come on, it's time
we were riding.

Good morning, sir.

Morning.

You the manager?That's right.

Something
I can do for you?

Yes, I would like to
make a deposit.

We'll make a withdraw
instead.

Open your vault
please.

Holt it.

Come on, move it.Back against the wall.

All right, come on, boys,
that's it.

Let's go.

Come on, come on,
hurry up.

Oh!

Walt, come on.

[ groans ]

You are finished, too,
mister.

Jess.

Hello, Sheriff.

Well, you won't be doing much
square dancing for a while.

Otherwise, that leg of yours
is pretty nearly mended.

You're lucky, Jess.

Yeah, sure I am.

If I was any luckier
I don't think I could stand it.

Well, good morning,
Your Honor.

Good morning,
Sheriff.

Young man.

Like some coffee?

Yes, yes, I'll take some,
thank you.

[ exclaims ]

Well, how are you
this morning, young fella?

It all depends on what
kind of news you got for me.

Oh, I have some news
for you, all right.

I have it
right here, yes.

And it's quite good news,
I tell you.

They say this is from

the marshal in Gunsight,
Colorado,

and it seems that
one James Dirksen,

he was a wrangler
by profession,

he read about your arrest
and then later your escape.

Well, he returned to Gunsight
and he corroborated your story,

that he was with you
at the time

the m*rder
was committed.

Oh, yes, and it appears that
the man's foreman

has been charged
with the crime.

Well, my congratulations,
Mr. Harper.

You mean I can just
walk out of here now?

Well, I wouldn't walk too far
if I were you.

After all, there has to be
a trial one of these days.

However, I have
depositions here

from the banker
Mr. Stanley,

also from his tellers as
to your actions the other day.

And I'm sure the sheriff
is gonna testify on your behalf.

For somebody who has been
such a good friend,

you don't seem
too happy about this.

I'll tell you the truth,
Jess.

I want something
from you.

Like what?

Like Calvin Hawks and
whatever is left of his g*ng.

Next time I see
an honest face,

I'm gonna sh**t a hole
right through it.

They tore up my town,
Jess, and I want 'em.

Mr. Harper,

I think the sheriff
is right to expect this.

In fact I--
I expect it myself.

All right,
but I do it alone.

No deal.

We'll go in with a posse,
a big one.

There's only
one trail in, Fred.

A posse would get cut to pieces
before you even got close.

I told you, we found
Walt Cade's dead horse.

So he's probably
not back there yet.

And I think I'd put a b*llet
in Calvin Hawks myself.

Like I said, I do it alone
or not at all.

Now you listen to me.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
please.

Sheriff, I-- I think
Mr. Harper is right.

I think he should do it
his way.

After all there is no one else
in the position to do

what he can do.

All right.

Go to it then.

Harper, you hurt
any of them out there,

Calvin, Marian,
Ginny,

someday, somehow
I'll k*ll you.

Ginny, it's me.

Jess. Oh, Jess, I'm so glad
you're here.

Ginny, did Walt
and your father get back?

Pa is back
and he's hurt.

I don't think...

He's inside
with Mother.

Let's go in.

Jess.

Hello, Calvin.

Where are the others?

Sam and Eliot
got shot up some.

They're gonna make it,
though.

They're in jail.

Walt got away.

Guess
he ain't back yet.

Oh.

You stopped one, huh?

Yeah.

We better get him
to a doctor, Mrs. Hawks.

No, we-- we know
better than that,

don't we, Marian?

I didn't mean the things
I said, Calvin.

I never stopped
loving you.

I know,
sweetheart.

What you said
about Ginny,

you're right.

Pa, don't talk,
please.

Now, Jess, I want to
tell you something.

You get out of this,
go away someplace,

change your name.

[ chuckles ]

You make
a lousy outlaw.

Yeah, I know.

Calvin.

No, I want to
finish.

Ginny, you try to
forget this life.

Jess, you get my girls
out of here,

you help them out.

Promise me.

Pa.

Jess?

I promise, Calvin.

[ horse neighing ]

Don't try it, Walt.

There's only
one reason

you could be
running around loose.

You guessed it.

Walt, Jess,
no more k*lling, please.

Calvin's gone.

He's dead?

He must have got hit
in Cheyenne.

You can thank him
for that.

He crossed us.

You were dogging it
before.

It's true what he said,
Mrs. Hawks, I did cross them.

I couldn't let Walt
sh**t down the bank clerk.

Maybe it is my fault
Calvin got hit.

No more than mine...

or his own.

I still want to help
like I said,

if you'll let me.

Ginny.

I don't blame you, Jess,
not for any of it.

Isn't that beautiful?

Someone must have written you
something awfully nice,

you've been smiling
all morning.

Somebody did,
Daisy.

Ginny Hawks.

She says,
"Dear Jess,

I can see,
not very much yet,

but the doctor thinks
by the end of the year

my vision may be
close to normal

with the help of
eye glasses.

Anyway, I can see well enough
to write this letter,

and it's the first one
I've written to anybody.

Mother sends her love
along with mine.

Bless you.

Ginny.

P.S.

I saw a rose today."