02x08 - Deek

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[Deek] The direction he took, I tell you

he's got selling on his mind.

sl*ve trade's flourishing business south of the Cimarron.

We have to catch up with him somehow.

Well, I've got an idea.

'Got to ride across them flat, meet 'em at Crazy Man Pass.'

It's a real rough ride.

We'll ride both day and night, Mr. Peasley.

[laughing]

She'll bring a good price down in the valley.

Is something wrong?

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Let's get 'em.

[male #1] 'That gal didn't look old.'

'I'd hold out for a fancy price. five maybe six hundred dollars.'

'There he is.'

You take him from the front.

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[Judge Rensen] 'You bloody savages.'

I spent a month writing up those opinions.

I'll have you hanging by your scalp

by the time the sun sets.

[g*nsh*t]

[horse neighing]

'Barn m*rder and mayhem and r*pe.'

You can just consider that the law owes you a favor.

I never saw it necessary to commit

any of those crimes, judge.

Well, the Missouri governor will pardon him.

A pardon.

The governor of Missouri will go along with your judgment?

Oh, I think he'll trust my instinct

that justice is being well served.

I don't see how a judge can be recommending an easy time

for a boy that commits himself half a dozen murders.

You, uh...aren't taking too kindly to me.

Oh, why would I not be taking kindly to you?

'All I know about you is that record the judge'

'has me writing in my arrest book.'

Puttin' a b*llet in the arm of Sheriff Martin Stillman.

Crippling a lawman. Well, I'll be waiting at the jail.

'For you to turn yourself in.'

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- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Yeah.

Somebody said Judge Rensen lives up here.

- Yeah, right over there. - Oh, thanks.

- Oh, hey. - Yeah.

The judge headed out of town about an hour ago.

Well, did he say where he was going?

He's filling in for Judge Coogan.

He'll be out of town a while.

[laughing] I meant to tell you that.

It just slipped my mind, I guess.

Oh, how long before he's back in town?

Oh, two weeks or so.

He said to tell you not to worry while he's gone.

Not to worry?

What are these for?

It's for you, boy.

Make sure this time you don't go wandering around town.

I did mention you coming to the jail.

I just wanted to have a word or two with the judge.

Well, that might be for a while, boy.

What's he done, marshal?

Oh, Luke, here?

Well, not much, Will. This boy's just handy with a g*n.

And he proves it on occasions.

Nice kid.

Oh!

How long you've know Sheriff Stillman?

I didn't know him. Why?

Well, the way you talked about me crippling him

like it didn't sit with you.

Well, you're dead right there. It don't sit with me.

Nope. I never had the pleasure of knowing Martin Stillman.

He was a lawman.

He was shot while wearing a badge.

You might say that doesn't sit with me.

You know, boy.

[chuckles]

It'll be a good idea, if you behave yourself

while you're in my custody.

Sheriff Stillman.

I guess you've heard.

With that crippled arm you gave him, he's no longer a sheriff.

Look, Marshal.

It was an ugly thing all of it.

And I try real hard not to think about it.

Well, he thinks about you. From what I hear.

You know he's a wealthy man now

in a feeding grain business.

But that money don't mean nothing to him.

All he thinks about is some weird kid

that got him walking around with an arm full of pain.

Now, that was his doing.

You see, son. I'm carrying two slugs in my back.

From a boy that's even younger than you.

And whenever the weather gets damp.

They hurt like hellfire.

So, I kinda know how Stillman feels.

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He's gonna be real surprised to find something

down in Las Mesas of interest to him.

You know, somebody's gonna be thinking about your future

maybe as much as you are.

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I'll get you some dinner now.

'Ain't arguing to that side of it.'

All I'm saying is a $100 in gold for a live in the huff Injun..

...is worth the extra effort.

[chuckles]

Scalp can't be more than 25.

Yeah, I know that.

But I'd almost give up that live money..

...just for the pleasure of peeling his scalp right here.

'If you weren't worth a 100 in gold, live instead of dead'

'I'd burry you up to your nose in an ant hill.'

Aw, leave it be, Keesey.

That gal stays a foot..

'...she won't be straying too far away from the water.'

[crickets chirping]

Yeah, anyway. We might pick up a sign of her in the morning.

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Teel-O, it's Jessie.

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[speaking in Sioux]

Oh, that'll take all night.

I need a knife.

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[snoring]

[coughing]

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[cows mooing]

Alright. Up an at 'em. Up an at 'em.

Hit the deck, you cow nurses.

Alright.

Half a day's gone and we ain't made a penny.

Roll out. It's getting cold.

Come on, boys. Hurry up.

Mr. Macahan. Can I ask you a favor?

Sure, Jeffrey. What is it?

Well, I'd sorta like to get out of cooking chores sometime

and learn how to be a drover.

Well, oh, I don't know about that, son.

But I've been watching how everybody works around here.

'And I think I can do the job.'

But you're already doing a job.

You're helping Tap with the chuck wagon

'Don't know if he can get along without you.'

Mr. Macahan, I do Jeffrey favor.

I cook, Jeffrey learn drove.

I never ask no Injun for a favor.

Now, Jeffrey, you know, you got a few things to learn

and I don't mean just about droving neither.

'Now, if Otter Belt there wants to help you out'

'I think that's pretty nice of him.'

'But, uh, you got some apologizing to do first.'

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Better think about that.

[clears throat]

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Jeffrey, it alright.

You drover sometime, I help cook sometime.

It no favor.

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I hope we can get far enough away.

And when they find out we're gone..

Oh, they've got horses.

[speaking in Sioux]

I guess you're thanking me, for cutting you lose.

But I owed it to you.

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[male #2] 'You forgot to take your pony with you, bucko.'

[speaking in Sioux]

Ha!

[screaming]

[horse neighing]

They ain't gonna hurt you none.

- Let's get 'em. - Ya.

No, please. Please!

[g*nsh*t] Please don't hurt him!

[g*nsh*t]

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You're gonna have to beat the ladies over

with a stick tonight, Ed.

[chuckles] I wish that was so, Dave.

Say, uh, you got anything for me before I set my presses?

Will and old lady Haden are at it again

over their east quarter fence.

She's threatening to put 'em away with his shotgun

and just maybe this time she'll make good.

Now, that old bitty, she's chewed my ear for the last time.

She's just looking for publicity.

Uh, you got anything else?

Well, Adams maybe be putting another stag line

but you've heard about that.

- Yeah. - Yeah, Judge Rensen came in.

It's pretty much routine.

Well, routine except for the k*ller kid

that came in with him.

Forget I used that expression, Ed.

Judge has a personal interest in this fella

and there's no sense me getting on the hind side of Rensen.

No, just-just a minute, Dave. You, uh, you said, "k*ller kid?"

Look, a favor, Ed.

It's gonna be a quite extradition hearing

and the kid goes free.

The judge is not gonna look too kindly

on anybody rockin' his boat.

I don't give a tinkers damn about rockin' the judge's boat.

Are you saying, Dave.

That he's using his rope to pull a fast one?

- God, Ed. Have mercy. - Look I--

I don't wanna get caught in the middle of this.

Look, I won't take out no advertisement

that you've been talking to me.

Alright, a little trading off.

I'll give you the whole inside story.

You tell Judge Rensen, if he asks.

Maybe he won't.

That you got it from somebody else.

You got yourself a trade.

[Ed] 'Good afternoon, Mr. Macahan.'

Uh, I'm Ed Walters, I edit the Las Mesas Chronicle.

Marshal Russell says, it's entirely up to you whether

you grant me an interview giving your side of the story.

Do you have any objection to talking to a newspaper man?

- Uh, well, I-- - Well, you don't have to talk.

'If you've got anything to hide'

'something that's best left unsaid.'

You might wanna speak to a lawyer

before making any public statement?

Well, it's not a question of me hiding anything.

I guess, I just never talked to a newspaper man before.

Well, you expect to see someone with two heads, I bet.

- Well. - 'Say, uh, Luke.'

Do you mind if I call you Luke?

No, fine with me.

'Course this'll all be a matter of public record

at your extradition hearing.

So, uh, again if you've got any reservations about

seeing past actions in print, we'll forgo the interview.

Nothing I ever did I'm ashamed off.

Well, I'll see that those words are emphasized.

Now, uh, getting back to the first man you ever k*lled?

I understand that there was a lady involved?

How'd you learn about that?

Oh, you are saying there was a lady involved?

Uh, I guess, in a way.

See...I had to sh**t.

'Uh, there was no time to..'

There was no time to think.

"No time to think."

Tell me, would you say that, uh

handling the g*n becomes instinctive?

- Instinct? - 'You know a reflex action.'

You draw and fire when confronted by an advisory

without consciously evaluating the situation?

I'm-I'm not sure...that's a question that applies to me.

Doesn't apply to you.

Uh, Mr. Macahan. Luke.

I can't help asking you a very candid question.

Do you honestly feel, that you are entitled to your freedom?

[male # 3] 'Uh, Mr. Macahan.'

Thank you, Clifford.

- The morning paper? - I have it, dear.

Uh, I'm up half the night again.

Blasted doctor might be giving me...sugar pills

all the good they've been doing.

I'll speak to him today, about changing your prescription.

[sighs]

Martin...I think, a three weeks holiday.

Perhaps down to the Gulf.

Might do you some good.

That's out of the question.

Until we get that Jeffers deal snugged in.

And there's nobody down at that office who's capable.

There's something in here...about Luke Macahan.

'And I want you to finish your breakfast first.'

Please, would you forget what this boy did to you.

'For your sake, forget him.'

"Doubt of his guilt. Word from the judges mouth."

Martin, you've got too.

"Territory in New Mexico."

Get my travelling bags packed.

Now, let me finish, Martin.

You have got to put this out of your mind.

You've got to leave all that ugliness behind you.

Martin, what is the point of torturing yourself like this?

I don't have to especially t*rture myself.

Having this with me every waking hour.

Put the arm behind me?

Leave it? It's chained to me, woman.

They even heard my testimony and they're saying he's not guilty.

Just who did Luke Macahan get to in that territory in New Mexico.

What kinda back rubbin' being done down that way?

Let's get me packed.

To make a trip all the way to New Mexico?

You see me being kept from that so called extradition?

You're dreaming, woman.

You can send down a deposition.

I'm gonna face that lion mouth k*ller.

[sighs]

I'm gonna squeeze those lies back into his teeth.

'Find out just who is seeing to that.'

'Yankee boy set free to walk the streets'

Not even thinkin' about the blood he's spilt.

No way for you to see in this consuming hatred

what it's doing to your life.

Oh, if you must go, let me do this.

My life stopped..

...the day Luke Macahan, put a b*llet in this arm.

Your life stopped, Martin?

A lot of men would say your life truly started with that b*llet.

You know, from wearing a sheriff's badge

and walking a dusty street in a small town.

You've become a very influential business man

in this city.

I don't know how he pulled it off.

But I know it's in the win.

He got himself a judge.

Recommended against extradition.

[sighs]

Now, Luke Macahan's got himself a safe place

he can spend the rest of his life.

If that is what's going to happen..

...there's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing much I can do.

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I can make you a promise.

If Luke Macahan is freed, I'd dedicate myself

to makin' him regret he ever left that jail cell.

'No longer protected by those bars.'

I'd dedicate my life to seein' that every moment

of Luke Macahan's remaining years

are gonna be made as miserable as he's made mine.

So help me, Almighty God.

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[speaking in Sioux]

I guess you're saying goodbye.

Teel-O.

I'm only alive because of you.

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Jessie.

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Mr. Peasley.

I want you to know that..

...the Macahan family and myself..

'...are deeply indebted to you.'

That's alright, Miss Culhane.

I generally find myself gettin' better at bargainin'.

Better at..

[laughs] Oh, I suppose you mean the money

that's due you for your services.

Yeah, that's right.

Money due me for my services.

Ma'am.

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[cattle mooing]

[Tap] White Eagle? Who called Zeb Macahan that?

Tribes from the mountain.

You know somehow or other, I got the feelin' lately that

you bucks never thought that much of old Zeb.

Many say we can now get cattle through desert.

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[clamoring]

[Tap] Looks like something's going on back there.

[g*nshots]

[clamoring]

Get movin'. It's the cattle they're after.

'Get them out of here before we lose some more.'

Get down in there. Come on now, boys.

[carriage rattling]

[g*nshots]

[Zeb] Hold your fire.

Apache dogs.

- We go. We k*ll. - Never mind about that.

Round up the herd and get them headed back now.

Arapaho not afraid to face Apache.

Now, hold on here. Losin' half a dozen head of cattle's

a cheap price to pay for gettin' across Apache land.

'Now, get back the herd. Get them rounded up.'

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Stone Hand.

Ugh!

[w*r cry]

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[g*nsh*t]

Thanks, Tap.

Oh, that ain't worth mentionin'.

If I wreck a leg, that's makes us even.

Stone Hand.

[grunting]

So you got a might lucky. Do your head hurt?

Oh, good, I hope it keeps hurtin'

until you get some common sense into it.

[carriage rattling]

Mornin', missy.

How are the Macahan ladies after a little soldierin'

in the desert?

We're fine, Mr. Peasley.

And we're very grateful for the help you gave us.

Well, you know your Aunt Molly hired me on, so I figured

I was just accomplishin' what I got paid to do.

Hey, you know if that, uh, material there is a makin'

of a skirt, I kinda lean toward the red.

I mean, there ain't a healthy man alive who don't appreciate

seein' a woman's body kinda move around under her red skirt.

[sighing]

Uh, your Aunt Molly said if I came around town today

she'd see about me gettin' paid.

Well, she's at the bank now gettin' the money for you.

Oh, I'll just, just run over there and have me a little

somethin' to kinda wash the dust down

before I go over there.

Yeah, a red skirt's a sure way to stir a man up, you know.

Gals oughta remember that.

[Carl] 'Hey, Josh.'

'Got a newspaper here from up in the South.'

Gave interest to the Macahan family.

- What's in it, Carl? - Has your brother Luke in jail.

They got a long list of things he done there

like k*lling and such.

Let me check on the more recent entries, Mrs. Culhane.

Thank you, Mr. Cosgrove.

- Excuse me. - Oh, surely.

Aunt Molly, you better take a look at this.

Luke's not with Uncle Zeb anymore. He's in jail.

What? In jail?

Just read all the things they're saying about Luke.

Talkin' about the people he shot like Luke practically--

Shh, shh.

Like Luke practically shot him for no reason.

Well, Josh, I think it sounds worse than it really is.

Look.

"Judge Rensen who will preside over the hearing

"stated that this newspaper has preliminary findings

"lead to considerable doubt Luke Macahan

will be adjudged guilty in an impartial trial."

But I still don't like the idea of Luke bein' in jail.

Mmm.

I think maybe I should head on down to New Mexico.

Make sure Luke doesn't need any help.

Well, Josh, that's a very long trip for a boy to take.

Why, boy is just an expression, dear.

But it still is a very long trip, Josh--

That's just it, Aunt Molly.

I mean, it's such a long way off and if Luke's in trouble

we'll never be able to help him until it's too late.

He might even need a lawyer.

Now that's a thought. Luke might need a lawyer.

Yes, perhaps you should take that trip, Josh.

Yes, by all means.

Yeah, yeah, I'll see if I can borrow myself

a good saddle horse.

Head out first thing tomorrow mornin'.

Youngster appears to be real pleased about somethin', Molly.

Yes, Mr. Peasley, he's going to make a trip

to see his brother, Luke down in New Mexico.

Oh! Oh, yeah, I think I heard somethin' about the black sheep

of Macahan family bein' in jail down there.

Mr. Peasley, please.

Luke is not the black sheep of the Macahan family.

Oh!

I believe I requested more than once

that you address me as Mrs. Culhane.

My trouble is, pretty lady

when I see a female that I'm keen or fond of

it's second nature to address her by first name.

But I can call you pretty lady. That'll be more pleasin'--

I'm sorry for the delay, Mrs. Culhane.

Oh, not at all, Mr. Cosgrove.

[sighs]

Well, in addition to the thousand dollars

which instantly I am paying to this gentleman..

...uh, I will need, uh..

I will need uh, an extra 200 in cash.

My nephew, Josh has an urgent trip to make.

[clears throat] Mrs. Culhane, that personal draft you deposited with us..

The transfer on the funds from Chicago.

'Well, I'm afraid there will some delay'

'before we can credit that to your account here.'

Why? It's over a week

since I telegraphed that money to your bank.

Oh, I'm certain there's no cause for alarm, Mrs. Culhane.

We've been having transit delays these days.

All too common, I'm sorry to say.

'You can be sure Chicago will confirm'

'by the end of this week.'

If this gentleman could wait a few days.

You can pay me at the end of the week.

Well, of course, I will need the 200 in cash

to see Josh on his way.

I'm delighted I can finally be of service, ma'am.

I must say, Mr. Peasley, you're..

...you're being very gracious about this delay.

Well, I imagine you're anxious

to leave Elk Creek as soon as possible.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes delays should be used to advantage, Molly.

You really mind me callin' you Molly?

[laughs] I suppose I'll have to concede that point.

Speaking of conceding, uh..

...I imagine a good-lookin' widow like yourself

must need a relaxin' time or two.

[chuckles] I'm not sure I understand what you mean

by a relaxed time or two, Mr. Peasley.

Oh, don't bother to explain.

Well..

Guess I better get myself over to the barbershop.

Now I'm not much for bragging about me but then

I ain't a bad-lookin' man when I get out of the barber chair.

I commend your modesty, Mr. Peasley.

Oh, are you staying at the hotel?

Room number's 14.

Mr. Peasley..

[gasping] ...I don't need your room number.

I just need to know how to locate you

for when that money arrives.

Don't worry, Molly. I plan on stayin' pretty close.

I'll see you later.

[shouting]

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[sighing]

Twenty, forty, sixty

'eighty, one hundred..'

I borrowed the saddle g*n from Mr. Seabrain.

Josh, are you sure you're in need of a g*n?

Well, I've to sh**t game to eat though, right?

Josh, isn't there anyway that you can take a stage down there?

No, no stage goes directly to Las Mesas.

I'll have to travel all over the territory just to get there.

- Oh, Josh. - Oh!

I think I've never been away from home before.

You haven't.

- Be careful on the trail, dear. - I will.

I'll be sure and write you from Las Mesas, Aunt Molly.

Do, and give Luke our love.

I'll do that, Aunt Molly.

Well, everybody, take care.

[Aunt Molly] 'We will.'

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Oh, such long faces. Hmm?

You know, I think that chicken stew that's simmering

on the stove could do with some onions.

Does anybody know where there's a wild onion patch?

- I do. Down by the creek. - Well, let's go and get some.

- I'll get my hat. - Onions.

[all laughing]

[indistinct chattering]

No, I don't believe that at all.

I don't think your Uncle Zeb would even start

such a venture if he didn't think it had a

well, a reasonable chance of succeeding.

But they say even the rivers down that way can't be crossed.

'They're either full of rapids or quick sand.'

You worry too much, Jessie.

Uncle Zeb knows more about the wilderness than, uh..

Than?

Than anybody.

I'm more worried about Luke and Josh.

Funny.

Laura, what are you lookin' for?

Tiny bits of metal on the roots.

See.

I'm almost afraid to think what this might be.

Aunt Molly, this looks like gold.

Gold!

Could very well be.

[carriage rattling]

Woah, woah!

[knocking on door]

Ladies.

[knocking]

Nobody home?

I can smell some good cookin'.

Well, trackin' ladies ain't never been a chore.

[Laura] Oh! Oh, look, the ground is full of gold.

[Jessie] We're rich. We're rich.

[all laughing]

[continues laughing]

Oh, I bet we've got hundreds of dollars.

Oh, if only Uncle Zeb and the boys were here.

- Oh, I know they're gonna-- - Shh, shh!

[footsteps]

Somebody's coming.

It's that man, Peasley.

No word about what we found.

[Peasley] 'Ladies.'

Thought somebody was findin' the water cold.

All that screamin', yellin' I was hearin'.

Why, Mr. Peasley.

What on earth are you doing here?

Well, I was by the freight depot when some crates

and stuffs came in for Molly Culhane.

Ah!

Oh, yes, they must be my things from Chicago.

I've been expecting them.

Thought I'd do the neighborly thing and save you

the trouble of towin' them out from town.

Oh, well, thank you.

Pickin' wild onions, huh?

- Oh! - I got it.

Here, one for you.

One for me.

[chuckling]

Thought maybe, uh, somebody's tellin' funny story

all that laughin' I was hearin' up there.

Oh, no, nothing very funny.

[chuckles] Female humor. You know how it is, Mr. Peasley.

Well, girls, I think we've picked enough for today.

There are chores to be done at the house.

So come along now.

I can give you a hand.

Oh, it's quite alright. Don't bother, Mr. Peasley.

No trouble.

Alright.

There you go. Hup, once more.

And all those heavy furnishings and stuffs, Molly

how are you gonna break those crates open all by yourself?

Oh, I'm sure I can manage. Thank you.

I'll give you a hand, we'll get everything unpacked.

Squared away as soon as we eat, alright?

My nose kinda told me there was chicken stew

on the stove when I come in.

[both laughing]

[Peasley] I tell you, whatever it is that beats home cookin'

it just ain't been invented yet.

And there's gotta be a woman's touch in food.

I don't care what them big hotel chefs say.

Oh, what do they say, Mr. Peasley?

Well..

[laughing] Well..

...why, I heard, one of 'em put it..

"A lot of things women does better than cookin."

You know what I mean.

Mr. Peasley.

I disputed them right off, Molly, I did.

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Kinda miss you not puttin' the onions in though.

I'm not faultin' you, you understand?

Well, um..

...my recipe, uh, calls for simmering the onions overnight

and we just didn't have time to do that.

Aunt Molly, I'm finished now.

So I think I'll just go wash and clean the onions now

so we can stew them tonight.

Thank you, dear.

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- Mr. Peasley. - What is it, darling?

Why, why don't you tell us about your scouting days?

Um, I mean, did you ever travel with my Uncle Zeb?

[Peasley] 'No, didn't exactly travel with him.'

We kinda met up. We had our differences.

We let bygones be now.

We lowered the traplines in the Rockies.

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