05x30 - The Terry Morrell Story

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Let's go back.

To that

m*rder.

Train, Ben.

Sheriff Signature.

Thomas, you got room on your train
for another wagon.

Anything wrong?

No, nothing wrong.

We don't usually like to pick up a wagon.

Caught it to us by the law.

Oh, He came to see a mock up.

What's your destination?

Anywhere with trains
going clear through to the coast.

Just me

and a woman with, you know,

just me and. But

just the two of us.

We might as well get acquainted.

My name is Duke San

Ben Brown

Laboratory.

We better get rolling.

I'll show you your place in the train.

Tell him about the passage.

Money and the train rules.

When we get to camp tonight.

Maybe we should have told them
about the boy.

I wouldn't have done any good.

He's Ben Morales problem, Joe.

Cross. He'll have to bear.

I'm little trouble, Mr.

Morrow.

I can manage.

Oh, no offense intended.

Most folks need a little help.
Their first day with a wagon train.

Here, let me give you a hand with that.

I said I could manage.

Sure, Mr..

Sorry to bother you.

Mr. Hawke said to ask

if you'd care to have supper with us.

Maybe the boy.

The boy stays here with me

tonight.

You know, Bill, I've been thinking

the way my cousin moonlit about that girl
he met in Billings.

We'll have to get a message any day.

Say that he got himself all hitched up.

What for? What for?

Haven't
you ever heard of the birds and the bees?

Well, sure, Charlie, I have,
But I didn't think that you had.

Well, a common.

He'd rather eat his own food.

It serves him right. Unfriendly.

Downright touchy.

Something isn't right
with that boy in him.

I've been here to talk you around.

But, Duke, let's don't judge a man
by the way he looks.

That's what I mean, Bill.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

It's just a feeling,

Terry.

I know it ain't nothing

fancy is just
stupid is good for a girl and boy.

And yet each supplementary,
you get so sick this way,

it's no good

thinking about it.

I mean, won't help.

I don't want any food.

And I don't want to eat with you either.

I won't push him.

They didn't want me back there.

Good.

It wasn't them or you.

It was me.

I thought it best.

He believed you.

Sheriff and the others

didn't believe me.

Well, it

don't matter what they believe now.

We're going to California.

It matters to me.

I ain't going to California.

I'm going back home.

It smells good.

Better than Charles.

Do understand
now why you didn't feel like joining us

for your money.

How much?

Depends on how far you're going with us.

For a second.

Wait till Mr. Hill gets back

enough to get me to California.

What's riding you, Mr.

Morrell?

I'm accustomed to doing for myself.

Anything wrong with that, Mr.

Hawkes?

It's a good trait
usually to carry it too far.

You're not alone here.

It's better than 250 people on
this train are all headed West California.

More than a thousand miles away.

We're going to run into storms
and freezes.

Breakdowns. Indians.

Some of us will get sick
and some will die.

Or find that we are going to have
to help one another to make it through.

I'll do my share of the work.

We'll expect you to.

I don't know why you left,
where you came from.

I don't much care.

But almost everyone on this train
has their own personal reasons

why they pulled up hometown steaks
and heading west.

You're entitled to yours, but you're going
to find that this is a long, hard trip.

Make it a lot easier on yourself
if you come out of that shell of yours

and start mixing with other folks.

Most folks have long noses.

I do my share of the work

and I'm not a friendly man

and I don't much care
for the company of other fool.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

And I've been.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let lady.

Let me alone go back to the wagon. No,

it's the devil's work you're doing.

She promised me that it would work
at the foot of the moon.

She said I was curse,
that it was my only hope.

But gypsy camp outside Fort Collins.

That's where the money went.

Oh, wrote you.

You know, I've tried everything else.

Doctors, midwives, prayers.

A barren woman is a lonely woman.

If it's the Lord's will.

Do the Lord's will that I be childless.

We've been married for ten years now.

And in all the time.

Lady,

come back to the.

Wagon. No,

please

come back later.

I'll come back.

Later.

Hello?

Are you alone?

Yes, ma'am.

Would you like a piece of that apple pie

for you?

Come right over here.

Come on. What's your name?

Terry. Terry.

Oh, that's a nice
name. Don't carry it down.

I'm Mrs.

Morris.

This is very good.

Now, go ahead, please.

You are hungry.

Didn't you have your supper?

Didn't your father feed you?

He didn't, did he?

He doesn't like me.

And that's the way

he punishes you
by letting you go without your supper.

Well, I'll just fix you something.

Well,

this boy's hungry.

I just saw your father, boy,
and he's worried about you.

Well, he should be leaving a boy.

Go without his supper.

You go right
ahead. I'll fix you something.

Terry,

at bedtime,

we better get back to our wagon.

Terry, you come again sometime.

But I go with you, Paul.

He ain't my poor man.

I am his father.

And you're not my father.

You're all tightened up inside like a knot
that won't come undone.

I know.

How do you know?

All I want to do is just go back home.

I don't care what they said.

I just want to go back home. Well,

we're not going back there.

And I'm for a long time and

Terry,

you've got to forget. No.

In time, you will.

You will In time.

Certainly.

Things will be better in California.

We'll get a new start together.

You want me there?

Nobody wants me.

That's not true.

Look at me, son.

Look at me.

I'm your father.

I want you.

You're the only thing in this world

that means anything to me at all.

I hate you.

You shot my brother.

You did it. You.

I want to go home.

And move some.

I lost my clothes, Bill.

I can't find nowhere. I found him.

Smart aleck.

Just for
that, you can fix your own breakfast.

Johnny, was that you?

I heard moaning all last night.

Well, what if it was?

You're sound a little bit mean.

Well.

What happened? Your jaw.

You look like an overgrown chipmunk
when they agree not to.

Size is too big for him to take.

Keep me awake all night.

I think it gave you a greater to look at.

You lost those a long time ago.

My grandpa used to give me a charter back.

Work like a charm.

Oh, I tried.

It didn't help me at all.

Look, I tried it all night,

Johnny.

This old house. You stay where you are.

You can take a picture.

Not like a whole night
all out of yours. I made it,

Johnny.

There's a half a bottle of whiskey
in a supply wagon.

Why don't you go get it and drive
someone at two years?

Yeah.

If that doesn't work,
we'll have to take you back to that town

we pass yesterday and have the dentist
yank it out for you.

Oh, no. I work well.

I get you a good hand with flapjacks.

Now, you know,

I guess this is better than starve
until Charlie's back on the job.

Doesn't worry me
half as much as that guy up there.

You know, Duke,
we're in for a spell of real bad weather.

Better get an early start this morning
and take the North Fork Road

as far as Bens Canyon.

Check the river at storm hits
before we get there.

We'll be stalled
for a week on this side of it.

By his handsome little boy, Ralph.

It isn't right that a man like that
should have such a boy

while we're all alone now.

And that, you know he's as ugly as sin.

It just doesn't seem possible
that he could be the father of that boy.

Makes me uneasy.

Just knowing that he's driving behind us.

He hasn't bothered anyone.

They say that he was run out of that town
we passed through this morning.

Nobody knows why

he's such an evil looking man.

It must have been something terrible.

He did.

Winchester Carbine ever had a one before?

It was about your age when my grandpa
showed me how to handle one.

He used to go down together.

Here, take a look.

It's all right. I took the cartridges out.

One thing to remember about a r*fle.

Don't ever point at anybody
unless you mean to sh**t. No.

That's what the boy said. That

laddie and I both heard him.

The boy ran off like he was afraid of him.

Upset my wife pretty badly.

He was only trying to be nice to the boy.

I always figured
there was something wrong about him.

The way he joined us back
then with the sheriff escort all around

his wagon like there was running them
out of town for a peaceful folk hero.

Just plain, decent people
with nothing to hide.

I think we ought to do something about him
If he wasn't good enough for them

townspeople back there,
I don't think he's good enough for us.

It's the boy I'm worried about.

You can save yourself the trouble, mister.

The boy is my responsibility

out here, says the boy and your son.

Don't
you go get high and mighty with us, Mr..

The name is Mr. Morrell.

We've got a right to know

about.

Like I said before tonight.

All right, break it up.

I'm going inside and lay down
Charlie Hebdo overspill.

Thanks, Luke.

I say you support Mr.

Hale of mind.

If I had little sip of that
bottle of medicine he carried in weight.

You heard Bill.

No more of that.

I only think
I'll put you out of your misery.

Charlie knows to navigate.

You think it'll hurt?

I'm not a bit hurt now.

The last time I had a complaint
in the Army,

I hear tell things changed a little bit
since then.

Charlie.
I got a new fangled gas to use now.

Don't feel a thing that I that dangerous.

Well, Bill says that you'd rather howl
a little.

He can do the job
just as good and save your money.

Besides, Bill, Sarah, you just drive
the team.

I'll take my chances with that gentleman
and don't hit any bump.

He's all right to throw him out.

Let's go and

I'd like to see a man
who takes care of his wagon.

Makes it easier on the rest of us.

I'm not thinking about the others.

Should You don't like the wagon?

A little greasy
human kindness goes a long way.

I've seen many little human kindness here.

Or elsewhere. Mr. Hawkes,

you come here to lecture me on it.

I'm afraid I'm not much of a hand at that.

Come to apologize
for drawing a g*n on you this morning.

You don't have to apologize to me.

Sorry you feel that way, Ben,
but don't be.

I've lived with this face
long enough to know what I look like.

You're not the first man to judge me by,
and you will be the last.

When I was a kid,

I was the ugliest kid in town.

I got used to it.

I get used to a lot of things.

I just don't come round here

talking to me about human kindness.

Curry.

Curry?

Why did you do that?

Why, Harry,

They don't hate you.

But I didn't do it.

Get in the wagon.

Good.

You know.

Can I.

Can I see Chap this morning.

Why? No shoes.

But maybe I can fix you for him.

Is my friend popular back home?

Is that fair?

Can you, Victor, make. Well.

I mean, I think maybe I can.

Why should

a little glue?

She'd be just like me.

Well, that's.

That's like, little permanent solution.

And then glue.

She'd be just like, new look glue.

There's like, No, I like you,

Patty.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It was my doing. It was an accident.

The doll was on the ground.

I wasn't looking.

You coming at Kathy my way?

But, Mama, he's a nice man.

He's got to clean up on me a little glue.

Beaters like you.

Do, like your mother says, Girl.

Mr.. You leave my little girl alone,
so help me.

I'll take bullwhip, too. You

the grease human in this

big storm in the hills.

Duke, I think of the river be rising fast
and we cross.

Yeah.

If we make it before dark,
we better keep rolling.

How? I was

worse than ever.

Well, there's no sense in listening to him
moan another night,

get a couple of saddle horses
and ride back to that town

we picked up the morale wagon.

Ought to be somebody.
They're qualified to pull teeth.

We'll drive the wagon.

I was driving wagons before
you were chasing grasshoppers, sonny boy.

We'll meet you on
the other side of the river.

Very much.

I think
we get back to that boarding house.

I'll buy you a big, juicy steak.

That's just what I need.

Like I.

Oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh.

Come on.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Even then.

Hey, how's Terry?

Like the drip so far? Her?

He's in the wagon.

Isn't it? Kind of early for a boy?

That age matters. He's sick.

No, he's more comfortable in there
studying his lessons.

Studying?

There's no reason why a youngster

shouldn't keep up with the schoolwork,
even on a wagon train.

I guess not.

Fixing clocks.

A hobby of yours.

Where Mr.

Hawkes

and Mom shop for 20 years.

I don't feel much like small talk, Mr.

Hawkes. Excuse me.

I won't keep
you just making the rounds of the camp.

We're due for some bad weather tonight
or tomorrow.

You got any leaks in that canvas? A year.

You better get them fixed
before you turn in tonight.

You've got a r*fle handy.

I keep one locked up in my trunk.

You better get it out and load it.

We're in Shoshoni country.

That double from the Indians at any time.

And I'm not much hand with a r*fle.

With too few of them on this train are.

But from here on out, we're going to have
to depend quite a bit on those r*fles.

Ralph, do you hear me?

We've got to do something about that boy,

Ralph.

Now, don't make out that
you don't hear me.

I've known you better in 11 years,
and you always do this to me.

You always play death
when I want a decision from you.

It's none of our business. Let me.

Whose business is it then?

I heard that boy crying last night.

I know I did.

It worrying yourself sick over that boy.

Now you've got to forget.

It ain't
for us to question the Lord's will.

We have our help, Letty.

We have each other.

Maybe that's all we have
a lot of to us in this life.

It's not enough.

A woman needs more than a man.

Why should a man like that
be favored when I've been denied?

Now, you really want a child?

I you know I do.

We could have adopted the Timson
child back home.

I wanted my own.

I'm a woman.

No different from the rest of them.

I wanted my own flesh and blood,
not someone else's.

How do you think I feel watching the sons
of our friends growing up around us?

I'd have settled for the Tolson boy.

And I'd have had all
those women laughing at me.

Oh, no.

I had my pride than that.

But now.

But now you want the morale, boy.

Yes, I do.

But do you want that boy for himself

to raise to love,

or do you want him
only out of pride to make you feel equal

to the other women around you?

Why does it matter?

Why I want the job? Yes. Yes.

Letting it does

what you're going.

I'm going to see the boy.

Gary,

are you in the wagon?

I was worried about you.

Have you eaten?

No, I wasn't hungry.

Oh, you put your.

You don't have to be afraid of me.

I have some pie left over from last night.

Would you like some?

You're afraid of him, aren't you?

Oh, that terrible man. Who is he?

He isn't your father, you said.

Who is he?

Do you want to stay with him?

You know

I hate him.

You won't have to stay with him.

Not one moment longer.

I want to go home.

Back to my mom. Where is she?

Why isn't she with you?

He said she's dead.

But she isn't dead.

She is? No.

Get in the wagon, Terry.

You have no right to this boy.

I'd be obliged.

Mrs. Morris,
if you attend your own affairs,

your husband is probably
waiting for a supper.

I suggest you fix it for him.

You can't get away with this.

We are decent,
law abiding people on this train.

And we will not stand for your mistreating
this boy.

Get out of here.

You have no right to him.

And I'm going to see that
he's taken away from you.

And I'm going to see to it right now.

Looks like

it'll be a bad night.

Hope Charlie and Duke have since enough

to stay into town.

Sure would have liked better when that
dentist clamped down on old Charlie's

half past.

We would like a word with you.

Well, that's what I'm here for, ma'am.

Go ahead, tell him, Ralph.

It's about the Morrell boy.

What did he do?

Oh, it isn't the boy.

It's that evil man
who calls himself his father.

Now we feel that

that man has no right to that boy,
and we want you to take him away from him.

You just hold on a minute, Mrs. Morris.

Either me or you or anybody
else has a right to take a boy away.

And his father? Yes,
but he's not his father.

You sure?

The boy told us so himself last night.

Anybody can see he ain't the boy's father.

Oh, Why?

By just looking at him, Mr.

Hawks,
I got two boys of my own, and both of them

are the spitting image of me
when I was their age.

Now, lucky for you,

Mrs. Morris, I'm sorry,
but I have no right to act in this matter.

No right.

Well, we have rights.

We are decent people, and we do not intend
to let that man abuse that boy.

While we don't know who he is,
we don't know why he joined the wagon

train.

Now, if that man is not his father,
just who is he?

It's one way to find out

what last Ben Morrell.

You're going to be any trouble?

No, but you better get inside.

And I don't want to go with her
with that woman.

I had no sun. No.

I just want to go back home.

You are home

Wherever I am,

that'll be home.

No, I won't, Ma,

get inside.

Go on,

get in the wagon and

there seems to

be some concern here about you
and the boy. Ben.

You're concerned, Mr. Hawkes.

I heard

my concern, too.

Are you the boy's father? Yes.

He's lying.

The boy said no.

Is the boy up?

Don't you believe me I do?

Some of these people don't.

You better ask him to come out.

He'll do any good.

You see,
he doesn't want us to talk to the boy.

Very bitter.

Come out of there, Terry.

This man, your father.

Well, as you.

Tell him, Terry,
you don't have to be afraid now.

His name is Terence Bigger.

I married his widowed mother
when he was three years old.

Is that right, Terry?

He's afraid that's why he won't answer.

I don't believe you.

I raised him for almost eight years.

He is my boy, Mr.

Hawkes.

And why did you leave the town of Chute?

My wife died.

Well,
you good people, please leave us alone.

No, I'm not going to leave that boy
with you.

Why? He's afraid.

You can see that if this man is his step

father and raised him as he claims,
then why is the boy afraid to admit it?

Mrs. Morris.

I want that boy
I can make a decent company.

Get her out of here.

Mr. Hawkes.

Nobody taken my boy away from you.

Get back to your wagons.

You believe him?

Till I learn different.

Then I sent Luke and Charley back to town.

There's anything that they can find out
about you and the boy back there.

I know they will

come from

when I get home.

Let's go.

He's asleep.

Most likely we'll let him sleep

here.

Boy, he's looking forward
to spending the night in the caboose.

Oh, hello, Sheriff.

We were told to try this place for Mr.

Bentley. Reports. Steve.

It's after his office hours.

Yeah, but this is an emergency.

It sure looks like it. Hey, you're fine.

Bentley Over at the church,
he leads a men's choir.

That settles it, Duke

Ain't no psalm singing preacher
going to put his hand in my mouth.

Well, Bentley ain't partial.

Anyone interfering with you
when he's had choir practice?

We'll join in with the choir.

Which way to the church

Aren't you with the wagon train
that came by this way yesterday?

Yeah,
I was Ben Morrell making out with the boy

right?

Nothing.

Just a minute. Sheriff.

I'd like to ask you about Ben Morale.

He's not made himself too popular.

A man with a train. And some of the folks

have been talking rumor about him
being run out of this town.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Now, he wasn't run out of town, Ben.

Well, something happened
that made it hard for him to stay.

I was hoping there
wouldn't be any trouble.

Ben asked me not to say anything
when he joined the wagon train, but

I've been thinking it over
and worrying about it.

I'll come along with you.

Lend a little official support
for you with Bentley?

Yeah.

It's a long, tragic story
about Ben and the boy.

What are we going.

Are we going home

now? Go back to sleep, Terry.

Mr. Hawks.

Mr. Hawks. They've gone. He's gone.

Ben Morrell and the boy.

You should have let me take that boy
last night.

Now Lord knows what will happen to them.

Anybody see Emily? No,
not that we know of.

Most of them.

During the storm, they didn't
try to make it back across the river.

We want you to have
a better sense of this.

Why don't you stay in town?

The plan to have.

We had a talk with the sheriff.

We figured we'd better get back right
away.

Just not Ben Morrell and the boy.

You know, I knew there was something wrong
with that evil man.

Not the man.

The boy

who accidentally k*lled his
mom, shot her with a r*fle.

Boy k*lled his own mother.

It's not a very happy story, though.

From what I got from the sheriff,
She wasn't much of a woman.

She deserted Ben in the boy.

Shortly after she married, Morale
just ran off.

She came back about a year later, but

she didn't come back to make a home
for Ben and the boy,

Sarah said Ben and his wife had fought.

Terry came home.

I guess he thought Ben was hurting her.

He had a r*fle and there was an accident.

Ben never let the boy know
how his mom really felt about it.

Sheriff said she hated being tied down
with a child.

And Ben Morrell wasn't run out of town.

No, it was his idea to leave.

It was take another boy.

This is on the way home.

This is home.

Do we get settled again?

You lied to me.

I've never lied to you.

But where do the other wagons are gone.

Then we'll go back.

Back tomorrow. No,

sometime we'll go back there.

But not now.

You just don't want to ever
let me see her again, do you?

You want me to believe that she's dead?

Then I shot my own mother.

Listen to me, Terry. She is dead.

You've got to accept that.

You've got to face the truth.

No, no, that's not the truth.

It was an accident.

I loved my mother.

I loved her, and she loved me.

You know that.

She was your mother.

I couldn't sh**t my own mother.

I just couldn't.

It was you who shot her.

No, Terry,

you got to understand what happened.

You thought I was hurt here.

I was only trying to help her.
To help you.

I didn't want you to come home
and find her drunk again.

No, no, that's not true.

I endured.

I loved her. I love my mother.

If she's dead, you k*lled her.

And I am.

You can stay on the road.

Turn north about a half mile up
Shoshoni country,

Lead eight or ten men with good horses.

I like to spread out
wide in order to find them.

How come?

I think we got Ben Morrell that much

I carry.

Well, it's not as bad as I thought.

b*llet drove
a hunk of wood right into his side.

Where's Terry?

Oh, he's probably
up there hiding someplace.

He tried to k*ll you, didn't Events,
but not his fault.

Not his fault, Mr. Hawkes.

He k*lled your wife, didn't he?

It was an accident.

As I'm struggling with his mother,
he tried to stop it.

It's the boy that matters now.

It's Terry.

It's got to be made to understand.

He's got to realize.

I love it.
I love that boy. And he needs me.

Then he shot you.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Now he's out there somewhere alone.

Mr. Hawkes, you've got to find him for me.

You've got to find him.

Get him in a wagon.

But a bandage on the side.

Come on. Do.

No need to run on your paws.

All right?

I don't want to go back to him.

I want to go back home to my mom.

Your is dead.

We know she's dead.

And we know you k*lled her.

We know you didn't mean to, but it's
what happened.

I know it's a pretty hard thing to face.

The boy has to

learn to stand up to things,
even if they hurt.

You don't want to believe

it's easier for you to run away from it.

Let it out of your mind.

But inside you.

I know you know the truth, don't you?

There's some things between a man

and woman son that are best known
only to themselves.

Your mom had problems.

She and your pa quarreled.

You understand it?

There was something between them.

You thought she was being hurt.

So you wanted to protect her.

But I loved her.

We know, son.

She is dead.

You can't go back.

You can only pray.

Paul is waiting for you, Terry.

He loves you and he wants you very much.

You know.

Do you love and understand
and can help that boy.

One day he's going to make a fine man

and.