02x27 - Showdown in Limbo

[bunniefuu]

Hello, Chad?

Pa wants to see you
over at the Big Mule,
right away.

What for?

And old friend of his
from Stockton just
got into town.

Heath Barkley.

-Heath Barkley?
-Yeah.

Pa didn't say anything
about him coming to Jubilee.

Well, I guess it was
a surprise to him, too.

Better get
right on over there.

[laughing]

I swear that's gospel!
Ain't that the truth, Heath?

That's right, only then
it wasn't so funny.

Oh, no,
it wasn't funny then, oh, no!

Not with them desert rats
sh**ting at us
from them rocks--

Hey, Chad!

Here he is now.
Chad, come over here.

Well, there he is--
Heath Barkley.

Told you he'd be
riding into Jubilee
one of these days.

-Heath, this is my boy Chad.
-Glad to meet you, Chad.

Mr. Barkley.

[laughing]
"Mister" Barkley?

This is Heath Barkley.
He's like one of the family.

-We don't go mister-ing him,
do we, Heath?
-That's right.

Yes, sir, I was just
thinking the other day,

you wasn't much older
than Chad here

when you signed up
as my deputy at Spanish camp.

Oh, I was telling
Cy and Billy here

about the time Heath and me
went after the Simpson g*ng.

[laughing]

Chad here, he sure gets
a kick out of that story!

Sit down, Chad.

Hey, Fred! Another round.

Ah, yes, sir,
this is a big day for me,

you two fellas
finally meeting up
after all these years.

Sit down, Chad, will ya?

I can't, Pa,
I gotta get a letter
on the afternoon stage.

-Well, that can wait.
-No, it can't.

Well, then, you go
mail your letter

and just high-tail it on
back here.

-Uh, you gonna be
in Jubilee long?
-Couple of days.

Pa will like that.

♪♪ [singing drunkenly]

Oh!

[chicken squawking]

DRUNK: Why don't you
look where you're going?

I'm sorry.

Uh...

wait a minute.

What about my chicken?

Well, what about it?

Get it down!

I said, get it down!!!

Now, look,
that bird's my supper.

Stella's gonna fix me up
a mess of fried chicken,

so you can just
climb right up there
and get it down.

-You're drunk.
-Oh h* h* h*!

Oh, maybe so,
maybe so.

But I ain't had me
so much to drink

that I can't handle
a big man like you.

So if you ain't
just wearing that g*n belt
to hold up your pants,

you and me's
gonna step outside.

Excuse me.

Stay out of this, cowboy.

Kinda wish you hadn't
taken a hand in this,
Heath.

Chad's been out here
a year now,

it's time he learned
to take care of himself.

Well, I best get him into
a cell, let him sleep it off.

I got a feeling
I've seen this Jasper before.

Any of you boys know him?

Hmm. Sure does
look familiar.
Give me a hand.

♪♪ [theme]

-George.
-Howdy, Heath.

Get settled
at the hotel?

Clerk asked me
to bring you this.

Belongs to
your guest.

He's still sleeping
like a baby.

There's coffee in the back
if you want some.

-Thanks.
-Be right with you.

Your father
mentioned some coffee.

Help yourself.

It's Frank's coffee,
all right.

Frank ever tell you
about the time his horse
pulled up lame

and he used some of it
on his leg?

Did the trick, too.

Yeah, he told me.

He's told me just about
everything that ever happened
to you two.

Knowing Frank,
probably more than once.

[mirthless chuckle]

-You know,
it's hard to believe.
-What's that?

That you're the same boy
that Frank used to talk about.

How old were you
when your mother
took you back to Boston?

-Five, six years old?
-Six.

I know he's a mighty happy man
to have you back.

It's all he's talked about
for as long as I've known him.

I can remember
when I first worked for him

how he used to talk about
maybe going back to Boston

and trying to persuade
your mother into coming back.

Well, he never
quite made it.

Probably because he knew
it wouldn't have done any good.

Well, he was right.

Wild horses couldn't have
dragged Mother back.

She hated this country,
everything about it,

right up until she died.

She just didn't belong here.

A lot of people don't.

She said I didn't either.

After what happened
in the saloon,

I wouldn't be surprised
if you agreed.

That didn't mean anything.

That's right.

I didn't back off
from that drunk
because I was scared--

I just don't happen to believe
in getting in a gunfight

because of a stupid thing
like a chicken.

Nobody's gonna
blame you for that.

Oh, aren't they?

FRANK:
Heath! Come here.

Read this.

-[sighs]
-The drunk?

Earl Vaughan.
I knew I'd seen him
somewhere before.

Who's Earl Vaughan?

The Vaughan g*ng,
floyd and his brother Earl.
Floyd bosses the outfit.

I thought they
were operating
over in Nevada.

Well, they're in
California now,
leastways Earl is.

And if he's here,
Floyd and the rest of the g*ng
can't be far away.

Better get ready for
a lot of trouble, Frank.

Like Gold Ridge?

Maybe.

What's Gold Ridge?

It's a little town
in Mono County.

One of the Vaughan g*ng
got arrested.

Floyd and his brother Earl
busted him out.

They k*lled four men.

Before they rode out,

they set fire to the town
and burned it down,

or most of it, anyway,
and five more people died.

Yes, sir, Marshal,

old Floyd's gonna be
expecting me to meet
him and the boys

up in them hills
tomorrow.

And if I don't...

[chuckles]
Do you...

Do you remember
Gold Ridge, Marshal?

I remember.

Good. Ha ha!

Good.

Huh. This ain't bad chow.
Keep feeding me like this,

you're gonna make me sorry
to leave this jail of yours.

That'll be in the morning.

In the morning.

I'm taking you
to the county jail
in Stockton.

That so?

Just can't trust this here
cr*cker box of yours, huh?
[laughs]

Well...

I can't say as I blame you,
Marshal.

Seems to me...

this here place
wouldn't hardly make
a first-class bonfire.

Marshal,
you're a smart man.

You know old Floyd
ain't gonna let you
take me to Stockton.

He rides in here tomorrow
looking for me
and he don't find me,

he's coming after you--

Him and the boys,
six of 'em.

And what's gonna happen is,

you're gonna wind up
unnecessarily dead.

You know what I'd do
if I was you, Marshal?

You'd let Earl Vaughan go.

[laughing]
Uh-huh!

How'd you guess,
Marshal?

Finish your supper.

[Vaughan shouting angrily]

You hear all of that?

How many men
are going with you?

I gotta leave my deputy
in charge of things here.

I guess it's just
me and Chad.

Chad?

He's gotta get
his feet wet sometime,
may as well be now.

-Maybe so, but--
-I wouldn't worry about Chad.

He's young and he's green,
but he'll learn.

Sometimes he seems like
he's all left feet and thumbs,

but he'll learn. I learned you
a trick or two, didn't I?

Yep.

That's what I told chad--

I learned Heath,
and I can learn him.

Chad's a Sawyer.
I know the stuff
he's got in him.

He'll learn.

Well, I gotta get
to the telegraph office
before it closes.

I have to notify Sheriff Lathrop
I'm bringing Earl in.

As long as I'm heading
back to Stockton,

you don't mind if I ride
along with you, do you?

I thought you had business
in Sonora.

Well, I changed my mind.
Gotta get back home.

I guess I should
give you an argument,
but I ain't gonna.

I'd feel a lot better
if you came along. Thanks.

I'll send that telegram.

It's is gonna be
like old times, you and me
riding together again.

That's right.

Son, he's all yours.

Better watch it,
sonny.

This horse of mine's
used to taking orders
from a man.

Hold on, little boy!
Hold on, there!

Cut it out, Vaughan.

Just having
a little fun,
Marshal.

And you should too,
while you still got the time!

Yeah!

Hey, you there!

You tell old Floyd
when he comes after me

to bring a bottle,
you hear me?

And another thing--

You folks give these nice people
a buryin', you hear me?

Now, I'll be back to check.

You can just bet your sweet life
I'll be back!

[Vaughan starts
singing boisterously]

VAUGHAN: I'll be back,
you stupid idiots!

I say if Gordon
wants to buy that herd
for $10 a head,

-we sell 'em to him.
-Suppose you tell me why,

when you can get $15 a head
in Virginia City?

But the cattle are here,
not in Virginia City,

and do you know how much
it would cost to ship 'em?

-Good morning, Mother.
-Morning, Mother.

-Good morning.
-Nick, who said anything
about shipping 'em over?

We'll drive them over.

And do you know how much
that will cost this time of year

with no water and no grass?

-Approximately $5 a mile,
maybe 6.
-[knock on door]

-If you don't believe me,
figure it out.
-I will do just exactly that!

-Good morning, Sheriff.
-Good morning, Mrs. Barkley.

-Come in, come in.
-Thank you.

Hello,
Jarrod, Nick.

-Good morning.
-Sheriff.

-JARROD: Comes to
approximately $1500.
-NICK: There goes the profit.

-[argument continues]
-Nick! Jarrod!

JARROD:
Oh. Sorry, Sheriff.

-If I'm interrupting
something--
-VICTORIA: You are,

and I couldn't be
more grateful.

They've been arguing
for over an hour

about what to do with
a few head of cattle.

-May I get you some coffee?
-No, thanks, Mrs. Barkley.

The reason I stopped
is that I had a telegram

waiting for me
in the office
this morning.

It's from
the town marshal
up in Jubilee.

-Fred Sawyer?
-Yes.

-Is something wrong?
-Well...no, not exactly.

What's that mean?

Well, Sawyer
arrested Earl Vaughan
in Jubilee yesterday.

[whistles]
That's quite a catch.

He's bring him into Stockton,
and Heath is with him.

Heath? He was supposed
to go on to Sonora.

Well, all I know is what
Sawyer's telegram said.

Anyways, I'm riding out
to meet 'em just in case
there's any trouble.

I figured maybe
you'd like to come along.

Sheriff, you figured
just exactly right.

Give us five minutes.

FRANK: Come on, Chad,
let's get movin'.

VAUGHAN:
Your Pa's right, sonny.

You ain't got no time
to lollygag.

Unless I miss my guess,
old Floyd's started looking
for me already.

Manuel,
stay with the horses.

Johnny,
you come with me.

Rake, take the others,
look things over--

The hotel, the saloon.
Come on.

Look around.

We don't want
any trouble here,
Vaughan.

I get the feeling
you've been expecting me.

Why don't you and your men
just mount up and ride off?

We got nothin' here
you want.

Where's Sawyer?

He's still the marshal here,
isn't he?

He's away.

Away where?

To, uh, [clears throat]..
to Sonora.

Well, what's your name?

George Rhodes.

Huh.

Well, I'll tell you
why I'm here, Mr. Rhodes.

You see, my brother Earl,

he came in here yesterday
to pick up some supplies for us,

and, well, he didn't come back
when he should have.

Do you know
anything about it?

No.

What did Sawyer
go to Sonora for?

Oh, just business.

Just...business?

[door opens]

Floyd,
the marshal's got him.

I got it out of
the bartender.

Sawyer, Sawyer's son,
and a guy named Barkley
are taking Earl into Stockton.

Left out first thing
this morning.

[second g*nsh*t]

You shouldn't have
lied to me, Mr. Rhodes.

Frank, what do you say
we take a break?

What's the matter, Heath?
You gettin' soft?

Maybe.

Chad!
How ya doin'?

All right.

Heath wants to
take a rest.
How about you?

Let's keep goin'.

Want me to take it
for a while?

I'm all right.

The kid's a demon
for punishment,
ain't he?

Ha ha ha ha!

Hey, Floyd!

You're pushing him
pretty hard, Frank.

He was his mama's boy in Boston
for all those years.

He's got a lot of
catching up to do.

[wind whistling]

[twig snaps]

-What happened?
-He-- He jumped me.

How come he jumped you?
What was you doing when you're
supposed to be watching him?

Can't you do nothin' right
just once? Just one time?!

-I'm sorry.
-You're lucky you ain't dead.

It's lucky we all ain't dead.
I guess if it wasn't for Heath,
we would be.

Thanks.

Chad...

it's all right, boy,
it's just the way
you gotta learn.

Look, it's gonna be light soon.
You go ahead and saddle
the horses.

Go on, boy, it's all right.

Go on.

I'll stir up the fire
for some coffee.

So that's it. That's what
he was doing when he was
supposed to be watching Earl.

That's the stuff
his ma made him learn.

HEATH:
Something wrong
with that, Frank?

What do you mean?
You just saw what
was wrong with it.

-Well, I'm not so sure
about it, Frank.
-You think it's all right

for a grown boy to be
messing with stuff like this?

-Frank--
-Well, I don't!
And Chad knows it.

I've told him I never
want to see him drawing
any more pictures

as long as I live,
and so help me,
he ain't gonna!

I'll get some more wood
for the fire.

Ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha!

About ready, Nick?

Soon as I get
this fire out.

Pretty mean sky coming up
over those mountains.

Looks like a storm brewin',
and we're gonna be riding
right into it.

Well, no way
to get around it.
Come on, let's go.

See that?

Doesn't look good.

Could be snow at
another thousand feet.

I don't think
we should try to make it
through Wolf's Pass.

Maybe not.

Trail down through Limbo
about a mile ahead.

We could take it, circle around
through Harper's Cut,

stay low enough
to miss any snow.

It's a long way around;
might be a good idea.

If Floyd Vaughan's
following us, he'll figure
we use Wolf's Pass.

You can take the high road,
the low road,

any road you want to,
Marshal--

You ain't gonna lose
old Floyd.

We'll go through Limbo.

It's still warm.

They can't be more than
a couple hours ahead.

[wind whistling,
hinge squeaking]

[horse whinnies]

You're here, ain't you, Floyd?!
You ain't gonna let me down!

Did you bring me that bottle?!
Hey, Floyd, are you here?!

Floyd, they're
beatin' on me!

Floyd, they're
killin' me!

Floyd, help!

Ha ha ha ha!

Boo!

Hey, you're getting
a little touchy,
aren't you, cowboy?

Yeah. Yeah...

Sit down.

Ah! You know, the last time
I was here, instead of
a bunch of ugly men,

I met me a cute
little ol' redhead.

Me and Floyd
stayed in this hotel
up in one of them rooms--

Looks like
it still works.

-I'll get some wood,
you get the grub.
-All right.

Hey, Barkley.

After what happened
last night, you ain't
gonna leave me alone

with, uh...
with this, are you?

Oh.

Oh, he trusts you, boy,
he trusts you. Ha ha!

Yeah, that little redhead,
I think she was stayin'
right up in the room--

Wait a second!
You sit down here!

What's the matter, sonny?
I was just gonna stretch
my legs a little.

I told you to sit down.

You did, didn't you?

Well, uh...

suppose I don't.
What are you gonna
do about it?

Whoo! Now, I wouldn't do that
if I was you, sonny.

Oh h*, oh, no.

Old Floyd, he gonna be
mad enough as it is now

without finding me
with my hide full of holes.

No, sir, I think
he'd just turn you
over his knee,

take your down your britches,
and tan your backside
something fierce.

-Ya-ha!
-Sit down!

You ain't got
no guts, boy!

What's going on here?!

[laughs] Well,
nothing, Marshal.

I was just
funnin' the boy
a little,

he got all riled up.

-Boy, you as touchy
as a rattlesnake.
-Get up.

Get up.

"Get up. Sit down..."

What'd you do,
let him bait you?

FRANK: Chad!

Marshal, I'm giving you
fair warning.

You let that thing
you call a son

swing at me once more,
just once more,

and there won't be
enough left of him
to stick in the ground.

Frank.

Yeah, hit on him!
Beat on him, Marshal!

Yeah. Yeah...

Hey, no hard feelings, Marshal,

'cause I don't think
I's the one you really
wanted to hit.

Do you think so,
Barkley?

Huh?

There's an old rule.
Don't draw it unless
you're ready to use it.

I've got something else
that belongs to you.

I don't know much
about things like that,

but that looks
pretty good to me.

Pa's right.
I shouldn't be wasting my time
with stuff like that.

I'll bet you never did,
did you?

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

-Chad, get it off your chest.
-What?

Whatever it is about me
that's bothering you.

Well, you don't bother me.
Why should you?

Let me see if I can guess.

Ever since you've
landed in Jubilee,

all you've heard
Frank talk about is Heath.

Heath can do this,
Heath can do that,
Heath can do anything.

And if it's something
he can't do, then it must be
something not worth doing.

Right?

From the minute
I first saw Pa again,

he made it very clear
what he wanted for a son.

And it wasn't a Chad Sawyer--
He wanted another Heath Barkley.

And apparently you've decided
if that's what he wants,

then that's what
you'll try and give him.

Oh, yeah,
go ahead and laugh.

I'm not laughing.

Yes, you are.

And after what's happened,
why not?

I must look pretty silly to you.

But someday...someday
I'm gonna make my pa forget

he ever knew anybody
named Heath Barkley!

-Which way do you
figure they went?
-The short way, Wolf Pass.

-[distant whinny]
-Floyd?

Take cover till they pass.

Rake.

Hyah. Hyah.

-Lathrop.
-Huh?

The one on the buckskin.
He's the sheriff in Stockton.

Musta come
to meet Sawyer.

Only he didn't meet him yet.

So that means
Sawyer went by way of Limbo

instead of Wolf Pass.

[wind whistling]

Get the horses and put 'em
in that old livery stable
across the street.

Give you a hand?

I can manage.

[horses whinny]

The horses!

If we lose those horses,
I'll...

I'll take care of 'em.
You go get yourself
some coffee.

You catch 'em?

Yep.

I'm sorry. I, uh,
shouldn't have tried
to handle it alone.

That's all right.
Don't worry about it.

How can I not
worry about it?

I bungle
everything I do.

I can't seem to do
anything right.

Well, that sketch I saw,
that looked right.

-Don't bring that up again.
-Why not?

You know how
Pa feels about it.

Well,
that's no answer.

It doesn't mean anything.

Back in Boston, yes,
I wanted to be an artist,
to paint--

At least I thought I did.

But that's
a whole different world.

Maybe that's
where you belong.

FRANK:
Nobody asked you, Heath.

Get out of here, Chad.

-Pa, I--
-Get out.

I thought we was friends,
Heath.

We still are,
aren't we?

Not when you go
talking to Chad like that.

Not when you go putting ideas
in his--

I'm not putting
ideas in his head.

-I heard what you said!
-Chad already knows
he doesn't belong out here.

-He does.
-And sooner or later,
he's gonna have to admit it.

He's my flesh and blood.
If he don't belong here,
he don't belong nowhere.

And you're gonna have to
admit it too, Frank.

I--

I thought you was my friend.
Why are you talking like this?

-Because it's true.
-It is a lie.

It is a lie just like
all the lies his ma told him.

This country
wasn't good enough for her.

It wasn't nice and soft
and easy and civilized enough.

She hated it, and she
made Chad hate it.

But she's dead.

And he's here,
and he's my boy.

And I'm gonna learn him
how to be a man.

Frank, Chad already is a man.

Or he could be.

Not your kind,
not mine, maybe,

but in his own way
just as much a man
as either of us.

Doing what?!
Drawing pictures!

Being a namby-pamby
sissified picture painter!

He's a Sawyer--
And he's gonna be
a real man.

No, Frank. He's gonna
k*ll himself trying.

Pa!

Look!

Floyd Vaughan.

Ha ha! I told ya!
Ha ha ha! I told ya!

That Floyd's like a bloodhound!

You ain't gonna
give him the slip!

One more cackle out of you

and I'm gonna blow your head
into the next room!

Smoke comin' from over there!

FLOYD:
Yeah, Sawyer's there.

All right, you two
go to the side.

You other two
cover the back.

Rake, come with me.

Here they come.

I'll cover the back.

Sawyer!

Sawyer, you hear me?!

I hear ya!

Turn Earl loose,

we'll ride out of here
and leave you alone!

Like you left
Gold Ridge alone?

No deal, Vaughan!

And if you rush us,
Earl will be the first
to get it!

I'd squash him
like I would a bug!

-He's bluffin'!
-No.

Not Sawyer.
I know him, he means it.

-What'll we do?
-We got more of
everything than they have--

Men...water...

food...time.

So we'll just wait 'em out.

Earl!

Hang on, Earl!

We brought your bottle!

Get 'em, Floyd!
Get 'em!!!

I'll stop his yelling.

This doesn't look too good.

We shoulda come up
on Heath and Sawyer
by this time.

Could be they didn't leave
Jubilee yesterday morning
after all.

It could be they decided not to
go through Wolf Pass and risk
getting caught in a storm.

There's one way to find out.
Sheriff, why don't you go on
down through Jubilee,

and Jarrod and I
will take the trail back
through Limbo and Harper's Cut.

All right, I'll meet you
at Forbes station.

[wind whistling]

[door shuts]

-See anybody back there?
-I got a glimpse
of three of them.

Look, Frank,
I've been thinking.

If I can slip out,
get around behind
the livery stable,

we can get Floyd caught
in the crossfire.

Then we have a chance
of getting our horses
and getting out of town.

I guess we still think alike
on a lot of things.

Now, I was just upstairs.
There's a trap door up there.

I can get through that,
down the next building or two,

and circle around
behind the stable
just like you say.

-You, Frank?
-Yeah, me.

Earl's my prisoner,
I'm still wearing this;
it's my show.

I'm the one
that's gonna go.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

I sure don't like
all this waitin'.

You don't have to like it,
Rake.

All you have to do...

is do it.

Floyd.

[g*nf*re]

They got him pinned down.

We gotta do something.

[g*nf*re continues]

Johnny! Bill!

Keep 'em covered, Rake.

Johnny...come with me.

[g*nf*re continues]

[g*nf*re continues]

Don't move, Sawyer...
not one little bit.

You in the hotel--
Listen to me!

We got Sawyer!

If he moves a finger,
he's a dead man.

Now...do you want us
to k*ll him,

or do you want to talk sense?

What do you want?

You know what I want!
Send Earl out!

Send him out...

I'll let Sawyer off the hook.

If you don't, he's dead.

Don't do it, Heath!

I'm giving you five minutes
to make up your mind.

Don't do it, I'm tellin' ya,
don't do it!

Five minutes!

I think I can pick 'em off
from one of the rooms upstairs.

No, no!
There's two of them up there!

If you don't get both of 'em,
Pa will be k*lled!

Then I better
get 'em both.

It's too risky.
He's not worth it--
Let's let him go!

-You heard Frank.
He doesn't want that.
-I don't care what he wants.

If Frank says fight, we fight.
That's what he wants.

That's the way it is
in his kind of world.

You didn't have to let him
try to turn you into
Heath Barkley or anybody else.

You could have left.
You had your own choice.

You could have made
your own world--

But what you didn't have
was the guts to make it.

If you don't want Frank
to tell you how to live,
then don't you try to tell him.

Chad...

listen to me.

Putting me in jail ain't
worth your pa getting k*lled.

You know that.

Let Barkley be a hero--
He ain't got nothing' to lose.

Turn me loose.

That way,
nobody gets hurt...

and then you'll be
the man your pa's always
wanted you to be.

Give me the keys, Chad.

Think of your pa.

Floyd! One of 'em's upstairs!

Look out!!!

[g*nf*re continues]

There's Sawyer.

Cover me.

[g*nf*re continues]

-Chad?
-I'm all right, Pa.

-Sure you are.
-You get 'em?

With your help.

-Where the devil
did you come from?
-Just be glad, brother.

I don't know what
brought you here,
but I want to thank you boys.

Mighty glad to have been
of service, Marshal.

-Let's get the horses.
-Right.

You did a pretty fair job
yourself.

When you get back on your feet,
I got me a new deputy.

I'd like to talk to you
about that, Pa.

Frank, I think
this is one time
you just better listen.

All right...
I'll listen.

♪♪ [theme]