01x27 - Strangers at Sundown

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What are you thinking?

Nothing, I guess.

Be glad to get home?

I guess so.

I suppose those--

those meetings
with the cattlemen

were pretty boring,
but...

you did get to see
a lot of Montana,
didn't you?

Yes.

Daddy, it's been
a wonderful trip.

What's troubling you?

Look!

Oh, isn't
she beautiful?

You sorry
we didn't go back

with Steve and Trampas
and the Virginian

instead of taking
the stage?

Then what?

They're
flying home.

I wonder
where they've been.

Young lady, when we get
back to Medicine Bow--

I know, sulfur
and molasses.

Scavenger.

Why did you
do that?

There was
no sense to it.

Maybe not to you,
no sense.

To me there was.

We had a garden once
for food.

Animals like that
would come and eat--

Come on, Lucy.

All the sense
in the world to me.

Say, driver,
give me a hand, will you?

Okay.

Watch it.
Take it easy, now.

I'll watch it.
I'll take it easy.

Can't be too careful
with that little honey.

Worth her weight
in gold-- more.

Driver, you know
how many sewing machines

in this part
of the country?

I never gave it
much thought, Mr. Jones.

Jonesy. Everybody
calls me that.

What's the matter?

I know that man.

Who?
Him.

That salesman,
the drummer.

Forget it.

That's stupid.

Phyllis!

Well, that is stupid.
How can I forget it?

No, no, you can't,
not right away.

Where did you
know him?

A boom city,
a tent town.

Do you really want me
to try to remember?

No, no. I shouldn't
have asked. I'm sorry.

Phyllis, I love you,

and somewhere we'll
have a better life.

Where?

With me.

That's what I do--
I find you

and fall in love with you
and arrange a better life.

That's what I do
in this world.

I know.

People can start
all over again.

Of course they can.

No matter what they've been
or what happened to them.

That's right.

And I love you.

And I'm glad.

Folks, let's
get onboard now.

Next stop
is Sundown.

That's about
three hours.

Let's get
onboard now.

**

Everybody ready?
Hyah!

It was in Denver,
1880 and 9.

A widow lady thought
I was prettier

than a gaggle
of cooked geese,

if you can imagine.

Wouldn't let me be,
I tell you,

till I showed her
how to use
little honey here.

Then she upped
and lost
all interest in me.

Hanged out a shingle
and called herself

a seamstress with styles
right from Wichita.

Ain't that a thing?

Heh heh heh.

It's cold.

Cold or not,
this kind of country

always makes him
feel cold.

Yes, John and me can
tell you about this
kind of country.

Did you ever try
and raise crops

in this kind
of country?

Twenty-five years.

Well, it's done.

Tight as a tick
on a yellow hound, dear lady.

I'm gonna get me
one of these someday.

Well, there's no time
like the present.

I can't sell this--this is
my demonstrating sample,

but I'd be mighty pleased
to take your order.

I said someday,
mister.

How'd you like
your daddy to get you

one of these
come your next birthday?

Well, I'd like it.
Betsy--

I was just saying
to the young lady,

there's no handier way
with a tuck

and a hem and a pleat
than one of these here.

She could make
her own trousseau

from hanky to nightie.

I'd be mighty pleased
to demonstrate it.

We've got one
in Medicine Bow.

Not like
this one, Daddy.

I think we ought
to have one

with all the latest
improvements, don't you?

Oh, you do?

He's with them,
all right. He's there.

What do you think?

Oh, I could try,
all right.

Pretty far, though.

Try it.

You want to know
something funny?

I'm in love.

With whom?

With everybody,
with the whole world!

With trees and with
riding up from Wyoming

and watching
spring happen.

I've never seen
it happen before.

What about
them others?

Hmm?

What I'm saying is

I can't guarantee
no hit from here.

What about them others
in the way?

Let's try.

Sure.
See what happens.

Daddy, you won't laugh?

Of course not.

I feel like
I'm gonna burst!

Well...

when we get back
to Medicine Bow...

Aah!

Say, I need
some help here!

Hey, I need some help!

Let's go!

Aah!

What we got here,
friend, is excitement.

Hyah!

Theo...
that's enough.

Hey, Pauk, you glad
you found him, eh?

Why don't you go
take him?

I tell you, Theo.

He's not alone.

Looks like he's

made a friend or two
might help him out.

'Sides, don't you
want to be in on it?

Sure.

Not as much as you do,
but sure.

Well, so do
all the rest.

Let's go.

**

Well, nobody's
coming after us.

That's one thing,
at least.

Now. Why did it have
to happen now?

Will somebody please say
that it's all over,

that nobody's hurt,
that...

That's all there
is to it?

That's right.

It was some kind of mistake,
and it's all over.

Far as I can see,
it's done.

I don't see no one.

We don't know
what's going on
behind those hills.

And what?

Well, someone shot
at us for what reason?

Whoever did it's
behind those hills,

maybe alone,
maybe with a regiment.

Hey, how far
to Sundown Station?

Not far.
Not too far.

Well, how far?

Half hour, about that.

If I have to,
I'll use this g*n.

That's a good idea. Ha.

What's the matter?

Well, the g*n.

What about it?

Shoots around corners.

It must. Can't hit
nothing with it
aiming straight.

Least that's
how I remember.

How long since
it's been used?

Oh, about two years.

Tried to k*ll
a wounded rabbit

with it
at 15 feet.

My wife finally had
to beat that rabbit

to death
with her shoe.

Your wife got
a sewing machine?

**

It's coming up,
the way station.

I remember that
used to be used as

kind of a stopover
for army prisoners.

An arsenal, too.

Why, mister, we--

Howdy.

Cover the sides.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

You folks
got here early.

Been taking a nap.

Then something woke me.

The shootin'.

That's what woke me.

Well, yeah, that's...
that's what it were.

Shootin'.

You folks been shot at?

**

Let's talk!

You haven't got
a chance in there,

so what I got to say,
maybe you just ride on.

So let's talk.

Seems a shame.

Seems a shame
that a man was k*lled.

That's the way
it had to be.

All the rest
of you in a fright...

when all I want
is one man.

George.

George Wilson.

George!

It's me calling
to you, Pauk...

your old friend.

Come out to me, George.

George!

George!

I know you're in there,

so I'll give you
a little time to think about it.

Then you come out to me.

Just don't be all eternity
about it, George!

Someone here named Wilson?

George Wilson?

Me, I'm never called
anything but Jonesy.

Sometimes sweet Jonesy
or dear Jonesy

or such-and-such Jonesy,
but never anything but,

from time I can remember.

There's no George Wilson
in here!

Who says?

Garth. Judge Garth.

He ain't in there,
you say, George ain't?

No, he's not in here.

Well, that makes me
a fool and a liar,

unless a man
being lied to.

But either way,

doesn't leave a man much
of anything except...

I could k*ll him
where he stands.

Do it! Do it!

You do, and none of us
will leave here alive.

He's the leader, ain't he?
Pack leader.

k*ll him,
and the rest will run.

You ain't gonna do it,
are you?

It's because you're
a coward, ain't ya?

A craven coward
with a smell to him.

You know how I know,
how I know?

Just take
a smell of me.

Coward smell!

How you figure
I stay up alive so late?

One of you here
be George Wilson?

Just keep on
what you're doing.

Keep your mouth shut.

Maybe you'll get to live
as long as me.

It's been a long time.

Let's talk.

Daddy, don't.

Don't be afraid.

He could've k*lled me
here at the window

if he wanted to.

I'm Judge Garth.

Me sh**ting at you,

that was to make you
understand about me.

And my not k*lling you,
well, that could be

the bitterest mistake
I ever made.

You let us go,
and we've got no quarrel.

I can't do that.

You want George Wilson.

I want George Wilson.

Why?

Because he ain't
fit to live.

I told you before
he's not among us.

Have you got some reason
for keeping him from me,

some reason that
I don't know about?

You want to m*rder him.

That's true.

After George and I
have had a talk,

that's what I'll do.

Well, then, even if
he were with us, I--

And get yourself k*lled
trying to stop it?

Now, Judge,
it seems to me

that you're a man
got things to live for.

I have.

Little girl?

I got something
I want to tell you,
little girl.

Your daddy puts me in mind
of a man I once knew
in Chickamauga,

a talking sort of a man,

and brave,
brave as all get-out.

A man like that's aiming
to get hisself k*lled.

Ain't nothing
to stop him.

What are we standing here
lipping words for

when all needs to be done
is you send Wilson out to me?

There's no one in there
by that name.

Then the boy's calling
himself another name.

Boy?

Heart of a boy.

Got the face of a man,
not quite making it.

He, uh, smiles a lot.
Eager to please.

Then he goes
and spoils it.

He's got, uh,

a thin sort of a frame...

and, uh, eyes
running across your face.

Looking. Looking
and asking is he pleasing you,

is he doing what
you'd want him to do,

being what you'd
want him to be?

A woman'd take
kindly to him.

Would there be anyone
riding coach with you

who'd be that boy, Judge?

No.

I tell you what, then.

You go in there
and take another look around,

and then make up your mind

that what I want
is going to happen,

and as much k*lling
as needs be

to make it happen.

Here, I'll
scratch it out for you.

Now, your coach is due
in North Bend

in, what, two
and a half hours?

All right. Now, it doesn't
get there in 3:00,

they're gonna send
riders out to check,

enough for a posse, maybe.

That means...

you got...

five, five and a half hours,
you and us.

Excepting that I want
time for things,

and I want time
to get away.

I'll tell you what.

What you got, Judge,
is an hour.

Now if George Wilson doesn't
come out to me in an hour,

I'm gonna come in
and get him and k*ll him.

And whoever else.

I saw a little girl
riding in that coach, Judge.

Would she be
anything to you?

No need to get riled.

I'm just asking.

Tell him.

Ben!

Take a couple of you,
unhitch these horses.

What's that for?

Case some fool
gets a fool's notion.

We'll just let them
roam for a while.

You'll get 'em back,
you do like you're told.

What'd he have
to say?

Giving us one hour
to produce George Wilson.

Been me out there,
been Jonesy selling him
a bill of goods,

he'd have give us
till nightfall.

There's heaps of things
could happen come nightfall.

Such as--
such as what?

Such as us getting free of him
under cover of night, old man.

What else might happen?

Are you sure there's
a George Wilson in here?

He sure is
in here.

If there is...

If there is
a George Wilson here,

I recommend he give
himself up to that man.

That man means
to k*ll him.

And us, if he don't
give himself up.

Whoever he is,

there's ways of making
a man say his name,

make known of a man,
who he is, what he is.

There's ways.

How, with a g*n,
Mr. Wallace?

It's easier
with a g*n, but...

Hold on to this, Lucy.

However, there's
other ways.

We know.

We saw you
m*rder a doe.

I told you why.
They's destructive.

We could all die here.

Tsk.

Well, I don't
want to die, no sir.

Don't wanna die.

Don't wanna die.

I'm sure there
isn't anyone--

Now, you just
listen to me.

Now, that's
all that I ask.

Just all of you
listen to me.

We're listening,
Mr. Clark.

I am Harry Clark.

I'm 30 years of age.

In Philadelphia,
I have a wife

with two children, boys.

They don't know
where I am,

whether I'm
alive or dead.

I... left them

without a word
or even a touch.

What are they gonna do
without me?

This is gonna be good.

Real good.

A man stripping his soul
naked before strangers,

all because
he's afeared--

Let him talk,
old man.

I mean to.

Go ahead, mister.
Say your say.

But the boys
are bright and strong

and full of life and...

and, uh...

I, uh...

am a dying man,

not like the rest of you,

but truly dying.

Condemned to not more
than six months of life

by a doctor,
by many doctors.

Now, what
I intend to do

with this last
measure of life...

what I intend
to do with it...

is to live it.

There are faces
I have never known,

wanted to,

feelings I have
never felt,

and... meant to.

There are lands
and ships and cities

and streets and fields
that I have never walked...

and now I will.

There is a man here
named George Wilson.

I vote...

that he give
himself up.

That's the nakedest thing
I ever heared,

and I heared some things.

Ha ha ha!
You win the cake, mister.

Tooth and eye,
you win the cake,

and you know why?

Look around you.

You know what this place
used to be once?

A prison,
and me a prisoner in it.

Oh, they call me
a trustee and all that,

but I's a prisoner
just the same
as the rest of them.

I've heared men
on their knees

talking about dying,

but you win
the cake, mister.

Where's this door
lead to?

In the rock,
the storeroom.

It seems to me
to get out of this place,

seems to me
we need to know

is there a George Wilson
among us?

Oh, there is.

You know which one?

**

Yes.

Then point him out.

It's your bounden
duty to.

That belongs
to the man himself,

out of conscience.

No!

Which one of you is?

Me.

I'm George Wilson.

**

Dead or alive,

and if we take him alive

he ain't but a whisper
from dying.

Grayson hanging
account of him,

my friend Grayson
dancing on the wind

like...

who knows what.

Arno and Jayce
lying there in the dust,

shot down like alley dogs
without a chance to run, even,

on account of him.

On account
of him in there.

Pauk, what they got there
is a fort practically.

That doesn't make
any difference.

You think he's thinking
of that, or him,

their brothers lying
there in the dust,

shot dead without a...

On account of George Wilson.

Oh, they ain't gonna run.

Theo, ain't nobody
gonna run from here.

Still, Pauk, how we
gonna get at 'em?

We couldn't even
burn 'em out,

if that's what
we wanted.

That's right.

Don't you figure
they know that

same as we know it?

I know it, Theo.

Well, all they got to do
is wait five, six hours.

No, they-- no.

Well, why not?

Because there's
a difference

between them in there
and us out here.

I'm gonna tell you
something now, Theo.

You mark it
and you believe it.

Maybe one of these days

it'll help you
to live a little longer.

In there...

In there is people.

Do you know what
I'm saying to you, Theo?

Hmm?

Well...

Yeah, a little.

Not us.

I mean, we walk
and we talk...

even look like people,
but we ain't.

I mean, there's
not a one of us

wouldn't cut
the other's throat

and not think
anything about it.

And when you get to that,
well, living and dying,

it just doesn't mean
the same thing

as it does to the people.

Well.

I ain't got a big hankering

to get myself k*lled, Pauk.

Yeah, but you
know it, boy,

that none of us
gonna live out our span

the same as if
we were store clerks.

That's a fact, Pauk.
I know that's true.

All right. What I'm
saying to you is this.

That people
and them in there...

they got
a reason for living.

And they're
not about to risk

getting themselves
k*lled for scum.

For George Wilson.

So I betrayed them,
Pauk and the others.

I was through
with that kind of life.

When the g*ng went in
to take the bank,

a couple of them
were k*lled.

Grayson was taken;
he was hanged the next day.

What's left of them
are out there.

That's why they want me.

Why did you
betray them?

Found yourself
a lady love!

Can you picture that
for a reason?

Not me.

I can't picture it.

Why didn't you
just run away?

Wasn't that easy.

Like you said,
I was part of them.

If I had run, they wouldn't
have tried the robbery.

They'd have known
something was wrong.

After I told
the marshal he said

do what the g*ng
wanted me to do--

create a disturbance.

A diversion
somewhere else in town?

Yes.

So your friends
were ambushed
and shot down

while you were
at the other end
of town, huh?

There's something wrong
with that story.

That's right.
Sure it's right.

You know what's wrong
with that story; so do I.

The lovesick man

to take his lady
and run, just run?

How much gold did
that town give you, son?

Was there a reward out
for those other men?

Was there?

It wasn't that way!

I met Phyllis
and I fell in love with her.

I saw her
and I loved her.

I saw you
and I loved you.

For money,
is that how it was?

There was a reward
for Grayson--

But I never asked
you for money.

I never said you
had to have money.

All I asked
was for your love.

I thought it would
make it easier for us.

It would help us
to get to Mexico easier.

After we got married,
all of it would be easier.

Don't you see that?

Leave her alone.

She needs
quietin'.

I know what she needs.
Leave her alone.

You know, it's not
as simple as it seems.

He's a turncoat
and a criminal, but...

we can't send
a man out to die.

You understand that,
don't you?

Truly?

Yes, Daddy.

It's important
that you do.

It's very difficult.

I know.

All these people,
they--

they don't even
know him,

and yet their life's
in danger because of him.

Your life too.

I'm not special,
with everyone else.

Enough thinking
about it!

I've been thinking
about it long enough.

Mister, you're nothing,
and I'll tell you the truth.

Ain't nobody in the world
I'd risk my life for,

not right now,

and the least
of them is you.

I'm telling you,
if you don't walk out that door,

I'll sh**t you
where you stand.

One way or the other
you'll be dead. Now git!

Mister,
put that g*n down.

Now.

My husband never
pointed a g*n

at a man before
in his life.

He could
no more pull trigger

against a human
creature than...

And he never took orders
from no man, either.

'Twasn't you that
stopped him from sh**ting.

It was the goodness in him.

The goodness.

You saw him
take up a g*n

and sh**t a doe
that seemin'

wasn't doing
harm to nothing,

but it was seeing
an animal like that

that put him in mind
of the times,

the terrible times,
the years spent

scrabbling for food
from the earth,

only to see it
scavenged, trod on.

And seeing a baby
born too soon and die.

Lucy, what are you
telling them for?

They ain't nothing to us,

no kin, no help,
no nothing.

We're people alone.

Not now we're not.

Twenty-five years,
him and me,

trying to get living
off a piece of land

that only gave birth
to stones and rocks.

Twenty-five years.

And now...

And now,

there's nothing more
to worry about.

John and me,
we're on our way

to the land
of plenty.

A kin died in Tulsa,
Oklahoma territory,

and left me $100,000.

Well over that, John.

A mite.

And that's where
we're on our way to.

Get the money
and live citified.

And...

And it's gonna
happen, mister,

and you ain't
gonna stop it,

not scum like you,
nobody!

Come on!

Please.

**

How much more time?

About a half hour.

Have a kind of
question to ask you.

Would you say
that man out there

you talked to
is a reasonable man?

He's a m*rder*r.

I know that,
but is he reasonable?

Why?

Well, I gotta
talk to him,

and if you were
a salesman like me,

you'd now it's better
you know a little bit

about a person
before you talk to them.

About what?

Well, my sewing machine's
out there.

I figure we got
a little less
than a half hour

to come to
a decision here.

Now, I guess what we could do
is take a vote,

each one of us
searching his own conscience

and deciding whether
to send that man out.

I don't think we've
got a right to do that.

Why not?

Has something to do
with morality.

We're not a court of law.

I don't think the law
has anything to do with it.

It's not the kind
of law in books,

and I think we all
should take a vote here.

There are eight lives
at stake...

and I vote yes.

That's right.

Well, I guess
I got a say-so.

I'm a man that's soldiered
to Chickamauga,

so I'd advise you all
to pay attention

because I look at
the practical side of things,

and I'm gonna show you
what they are.

There's three r*fles

and about 50 rounds
of ammunition,

and they've got
good cover and all,

but there's how many
out there, you figure?

Ten.

At least that,
maybe more.

Well, seeing as some
of us got sidearms,

what we've got here is
a sh**ting piece for each man.

Like I said,

being
an experienced soldier,

I calculate things
like how good our chances be.

Well, they ain't good,

so voting formal or not,
I say throw him out.

Looks like we've heard
from four of you.

Anybody else?

Mr. Jones
votes no.

Looks like they
voted anyway, Betsy.

You've got a vote.

I vote no.

So do I.

Near as I can count it,
we're even.

Four and four.

How much time
we got?

You understand
what's happening here?

Do you, mister?

Yes.

I doubt it.

You really expect me
to walk out of here
to them?

Yes.

Would you do it?

Why? I'd like
to know why.

To save the life
of somebody you love?

Well, you can't love someone
who doesn't love you.

And I'm not noble.

A couple of days ago,

I was a thief
and dedicated to it.

I guess that's all
I'll ever be.

They can't get us,
not in this place.

All we have to do
is wait five or six hours.

We've got g*ns
and ammunition.

Me, I'm getting
out of here.

Not that I'm not enjoying
the talk, you understand,

because I'm a man
with a good ear,

and I figure years from now

I'm gonna enjoy telling it
just the way it happened.

Oh, uh, begging
you ladies' pardon.

Now, I'm a drummer,
as you know.

I make
my living talking,

and that's just
what I aim on doing

right this minute.

About 15 minutes
to sh**ting time?

About that.

Well, I got
some talking to do.

You turning
coward, boy?

Surrendering?

Old man, what we are
is hostages.

Don't you know that?

Ain't no surrendering.

This ain't
Chickamauga--

I didn't surrender
at Chickamauga!

I did what
any man'd do.

Don't you see?

The important thing
is staying alive.

Prison ain't so bad,

once you set
your mind to it.

A hero's just a coward

too scared
to be called a coward

to my way of thinking.

All them men leaping up
and clutching theirselves.

Blotting out all sight
of anything...

All I ask is a kindness.

Didn't I tell you
they'd get frantic?

Hey! You
want to talk?

That's right!

That ain't the same one
you talked to before.

Maybe that's good.

Come on.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Ahem.

Kind of chilly out here.

Don't see how
you fellows stand it.

Don't you worry
none about us, mister.

We'll stand it.

Well, that's your job.

And that's what
you're gonna have
to keep on doing.

You made up your mind?

That's right,
there was a vote.

You ain't getting
George Wilson.

You're gonna have
to sh**t your way to him.

If it was me,
I'd spit on a rock

in disgust
and ride away.

You can't sh**t your way
through stone, mister.

Ain't you smart enough
to know that?

What do you want?

Tell me the truth--

you're gonna try
to sh**t your way in?

In five minutes.

I asked you a question.
What do you want?

My sewing machine.

It's on the stage.

All those b*ll*ts
flying around,

chances are harm
will come to it.

Don't know a sewing machine yet
will stand up to b*ll*ts.

He's loco.

I'm a drummer.
I sell those things.

The sh**ting gets over,
whatever happens happens,

and I go about
my business again.

I'd appreciate it.

How?

Why, I don't know how.

Except when I tell about

what happened here
at Sundown Station,

I'll put in
a good word for you.

Well, you're one,
all right.

I'm deep.

I enjoy.

I like things to happen.

Cause them to sometime.

Collect them,
tell about them.

Makes it easier
to sell sewing machines.

All right, go ahead.
Get it.

Well--

Well what?

It's heavy.

I'm gonna need some help
taking it down.

Yeah, you're a one,
ain't he now?

Call me Jonesy.

Jonesy, huh?

Theo, help Jonesy.

Do you hear me?

Wait a minute.

Now, go on.

Help Jonesy get
his sewing machine down.

Thank you.

You can call me
Jonesy too.

Give me a hand, will you?

I'm gonna need some help
taking it down.

That's real nice of you!

Jonesy.
Open up!

Chickamauga.
Chickamauga.

That's where
it happened.

At least that's
what they tell me,

'cause I didn't
wait to see.

I ran

and I hid
and I whimpered.

Well, I'm a coward.

I beg the pardon
of all of you.

When they caught me,

I asked them for
a little kindness.

They didn't sh**t me.

Sent me to prison.

One prison to another,
nearly 30 years,

then here, this one,
the last one.

In 1880 and 9,

Montana came
into the Union.

They stopped using it
for a territorial prison.

Knocked down the cells

and turned it
into a way station...

the same time
my pardon came.

So I stayed.

Got used to it and stayed.

Why, I'm a station master.

There's something
to be said for that.

Ain't there?

Yes.

Thank you, ma'am.

George?

George Wilson,
come out here!

Well, it's come.

I'm not afraid, Daddy,

if that's what
you want to know.

Pauk?

What?

They ain't panicking.

John, it's different now.

Before it was to k*ll
a man in cold blood,

but it's not that way now.

They're sh**ting at us,
trying to k*ll us.

What I'm saying
is that if you're not

gonna use that r*fle,

and I'm not telling you
to do it,

I'm gonna use it myself.

No.

I k*lled a man.

John!

He's dead.

Because of you!

Croft!

Croft!

How many?

Three.

We lost that many, huh?

Ben and Chappy--
All right.

Just telling you
is all.

All right.

Pauk.

Hmm?

I think we made a mistake
by fighting it out here.

You know what, Theo?
It ain't over yet.

What's your thinking?

Whatever it is,
I got some advice.

Oh?

Set your mind to knowing

we ain't gonna sh**t
our way in there.

You're right, Theo.

Garth!

Garth, I need to talk.

I'll talk to you.

Lower your g*n
and come on.

They want to talk,
they're in more trouble
than we are.

**

What do you want
to talk about?

I've lost three men.
How 'bout you?

We know you lost one.

More than that?

Probably more. I've been
noticing your firing power

isn't as much as at first.

What do you want
to talk about?

You figuring on going
through this, aren't you?

Yes.

Well, then,
you're a fool.

Now wait.

Don't feel too bad
about that,

'cause I'm a fool too.

And I want to tell
you about that.

You know what he did?

I know.

Now, if that's true,
it's plain foolish of me

to try and reason
with a man like you.

What's on your mind?

Garth, I got a sorry case

trying to sh**t you
out of there.

I'm convinced of that.

Why don't you
just go away?

I can't do that.

I'm coming in
and I'm taking George Wilson,

and then
I'm gonna k*ll him.

I'm still going
to do that.
How?

Look over there.

At the hill.

You can't sh**t at us none,
we come from the hill.

You have a good time
sitting on that roof until--

That's right, only we
ain't planning on

just sitting on that roof.

Now, you got two windows
this side of station.

Now, we pour enough fire
through those windows,

and then we send a man
down the side of that hill

with, say, something
that'll explode real fine,

and he drops that something
through one of those windows.

Garth, you ever
see the mess

that a canteen
filled with b*ll*ts,

gunpowder,
and what

Was used in
the Johnson County w*r.

Why are you
telling me all this?

I don't enjoy k*lling
very much,

but I want George Wilson
and you won't give him to me.

I thought maybe it'd
change your mind some

if you was to know that
in about ten minutes

you were gonna have a room
full of screaming people,

'cause those
that ain't k*lled

are gonna find themselves
suddenly cripples.

They'd be
ducks in a barrel.

About ten minutes, Garth?

**

What did he want?

Wanted to let us know
we don't have a chance.

Why not?

They're gonna make a b*mb.

Throw it through one
of those windows over there.

Oh, can't we do
anything to stop them?

I don't think so.

I mean, can't we
block up the window

or do something?

We could,

but they could
just as easily

blow a hole
through the roof

and let the b*mb in
through there.

We got about
ten minutes.

To me it doesn't
make very much difference

anymore what we do now.

Matter of fact...

Matter of fact
I'd just as soon stay,

let them do
what they're gonna do,

have the rest
of you all dead

the way he's dead.

It's only right
that it should
not come to an end

until you all
suffer for it.

I think you've all
lost your reason.

Look, does the idea of dying
appeal to you so much that--

It's m*rder.

Garth, you're murdering
your own daughter, and why?

Because of him,
the k*ller of us all?

Listen, I'm a dying man,

and nobody
knows better than I

how precious life is.

It's wrong
to want to die.

Wrong.

This is gonna be
a thing, ain't it?

That's what it's
gonna be, Theo.

**

Like I tell anybody
who wants to know,

I'm deep.

I think about things,

and I'm not afraid
of what's gonna happen.

Sorrier than a shoat
with a cut snout,

but not afraid.

Far as I'm concerned,

we made a decision
because we believed it.

Far as I'm concerned,
ain't nothing's changed.

What do you think, Judge?

Garth?
All finished, Garth!

There's not much time
to make up your mind!

You hear me?

'Course you hear me.

Well.

I happen to agree
with Mr. Jones in that--

Jonesy.

With Jonesy.

That basically
nothing's changed.

Everything inside me
cries out against

sending a man out
to his death.

Because we don't
have the right.

'Cept one thing
is changed.

That's where
Jonesy's wrong.

One thing
has changed.

Before we had
a pretty good chance

of getting out
of here alive, but...

now we have almost
no chance at all.

I don't understand.

Garth,
you're murdering
your own daughter.

Isn't that what
you're trying
to tell her?

What you said
is not true.

It's true, Betsy.

A few hours ago
you were just a girl

on a stagecoach ride.

Now?

Look.

Whose fault is that?

Not my father's.
It's everybody's!

It's nobody's.

I made my choice the same
as everybody else did.

I did.

Betsy, you're
so young.

That means you have
so much life ahead of you.

I think maybe...

Then you will be a m*rder*r
if you send that man out there.

Yes.

We've got about
five minutes.

Mister, something was said
a while ago by her.

She said she
wanted your love.

Isn't that
what you said?

Yes.

You gonna k*ll her?

Lady?

Don't touch her!

You remember me,
don't ya?

A tent city
called Albemarle.

"Jonesy," you said,

and I remember it
clear as anything,

"Jonesy, I never
met a nicer man
than you before."

You remember
you said that?

Sure you remember.

And I told you something
pretty right back.

We laughed a lot
that night.

Do you remember that?

Later you asked me
not to leave,

but I had to,

'cause I had
sewing machines to sell.

But I tell you this,
and it's true--

since that time,

I never forgot
about you.

I'm not looking
at your lovey-doo,

but I'd wager all he's doing
is looking at me angry,

not pointing his g*n
at me or nothing manly.

Dearie, what do you have
with a man like that,

a chickenheart of a man

afraid to go
to his dying alone?

I'm sorry for him,

and I love him.

Then there's
nothing I can say,

except you're lucky
not having to spend
a lifetime with him.

Truly?

Till now
you never said it.

Till now I never
said it to any man.

I never felt sorry
for a man before.

I guess I needed

to feel that
to feel love.

It's your last chance,
Garth!

Time's all run out.

Time's all gone.

Dearie, no.
He won't do it.

I'm telling you,
he won't do it.

Wilson!

Pauk!

Unh!

Let him go.

By Hector,
we won us a w*r.

Some of us did.

Give us a hand,
will you?

I could use
a little help.

Easy. Take it easy, Judge.

Little honey
ain't scratched yet.

Ain't no reason
to scratch her now.

Now, uh, Jonesy?

About this gadget.

Ain't a gadget, Judge.

Oh, sorry.

It's a sewing machine.
Nips, tucks, hems.

I understand it sews on
buttons, too.

Tighter than a tick
on a yellow hound.

Well.
What's on your mind, Judge?

Betsy tells me
the one we have

in Medicine Bow
can't sew on buttons.

Well, I take that
as a formal invitation

to drop in
and demonstrate.

to drop in
and demonstrate.