03x17 - Days of Wrath

[bunniefuu]

Will there be
anything else,
Mr. Barkley?

No, thanks, Charles.

-Jarrod, look.
-What?

Well, it would
appear we're alone.

It's past 10:00,
Mr. Barkley.

Well, it can't be.

Don't worry about it,
Miss Randall.

You two just
take your time.

Thank you, Charles.

Do you know what
this train is?

No. Tell me.

It's something
out of time and place.

It's like traveling
in another dimension.

These last four days
didn't happen.

None of this is real.

You're wrong, Beth.

It's real.

Very real.

You know, it kind of
frightens me when I think

that I'd planned
to stay in Washington
for another day,

and would've missed
this train.

What made you
change your mind?

I don't know.

All I know is
that you're here,
and so am I.

I think my whole life
has been changed around.

I think I knew
this was gonna happen

the first moment
I laid eyes on you.

You sure that's not
the champagne?

No, it's not
the champagne.

I would like
to make a toast.

To the Coastal
and Western railroad.

Heh. Here's to that.

Denver comin' up,
Miss Randall.

[train whistle blows]

Beth, I'm gonna
see you again.

I hope so.

Will you write
to me?

Every day.

[train stops]

Jarrod,
you stay here...

please.

Good-bye, Miss Randall.

Oh.

Here you are, Charles.

-I'll get your change.
-Oh, that's all right.
Keep it.

Well, thank you, sir.

-Charles.
-Yes, sir?

I want you to take my baggage
out of the next car

and put it
off the train.

But I thought you were
going on to Stockton,
Mr. Barkley.

I've changed my mind.

♪ [theme]

Nick, let me
give you a hand.

Oh, thank you, Sheriff.

Looks like you're
storin' up for
the winter.

We're a little
shorthanded
at the ranch.

I'm just tryin' to make
every trip count.

-Jarrod back yet?
-No, no, not yet.

When do you
expect him?

Now, that is a very
interesting question.

We got a letter from him
just the other day
from Denver.

It seems that--

Cass Hyatt.

That's right.
The governor
gave him a pardon.

-Didn't you know?
-No, I didn't.

Jarrod knew.
I thought he told you.

Probably didn't want
to worry us.

What's he doin'
back in Stockton?

This was his home
before he went to prison.

I hope his home
is the only reason
for bein' here.

Hyah!

So, I told Kimble
that we'd hold off
makin' any decision

till Jarrod got back.

That all right with you?

Well, I guess
it's gonna have to be.

I just don't get it,
what Jarrod's doin'
in Denver all this time.

Oh, I'm sure he'll
tell us all about it
when he comes back.

Well now, I wouldn't be
too sure.

He may keep that
a secret, too.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, he never did tell us

that Cass Hyatt
had been pardoned.

Cass Hyatt?

I saw him in town
just this morning.

He's out of Quentin.

You don't think he still
holds a grudge

against Jarrod, do you?

Well, I don't know.

Hyatt said that Jarrod
framed him

just to make a name
for himself

and swore to get even
with him if it was
the last thing he ever did.

Seven years
is a long time.

A man changes.

I hope so.

[dog barking]

It's Jarrod!

Oh!

-Jarrod!
-Hello, Nick.

Why didn't you
let us know you were
coming home tonight?

Well, I was going to--
Hello, Heath.
How are you?

Well, what in Denver
took you so long?

Well, I guess
the best explanation

is for you to
meet her yourself.

"Her"?

Mother, this is Beth.

How do you do?

Hello, Mrs. Barkley.

-This is my brother Nick.
-Howdy.

-My brother Heath.
-How do you do?

Well, I guess
there's no other way
to say it.

Beth and I
are married.

-Married?
-You don't mean it!

Well, where? When?

Three days ago,
in Denver.

Welll, welcome to
the Barkley ranch.

Thank you,
Mrs. Barkley.

Forgive us for
not sending you
a telegram,

but Jarrod wanted
to surprise you.

Well, he sure did.

We met on the train
from Washington.

Beth was on
her way to Denver
to teach school.

I got off the train,
and there was Jarrod.

Now, mother, Beth wanted
to wait and be married here,

but I didn't want
to give her a chance
to change her mind.

Well, now, you
should've let us know.

Why, we'd have
thrown you a party

that all of
California never
would've forgotten.

But don't think you did us
out of a celebration.

-Nick, let's get
that champagne.
-You bet.

See? I warned you
about this, too.

Come in. I have so many
questions to ask.

I don't know
where to begin.

Oh, my goodness.

-I just thought
of something.
-What's that?

I'm a mother-in-law.

[all laugh]

Now, how do you think
that looks, Silas?

Oh, it looks fine,
Mrs. Barkley.

Well, what about the flowers?
Do you think they're
all right?

Lovely.

Well, I don't know.
I just--

Mother!

-Nick, don't shout
like that.
-Why?

Beth and Jarrod
are still asleep.

Asleep?! At 10:00
in the morning?!

-[knock on door]
-I'll get it.

No, no, no,
you get it.

No, Silas,
you get it.
You hold these.

I've never seen you
like this before.

You're as jumpy as a frog
with the hiccups.

I've never
a daughter-in-law
in the house before.

Well, now, what is so
special about that?

If you don't know,
there's no use in
my explaining it.

Besides, wait until
you're a mother, and--

-Ha ha ha!
-For heaven's sake.

It's Miss Brady, ma'am.

Tell her I'll
be with her in
a few minutes.

-What?
-She's going to help us
with the reception.

A reception? When?

For Beth and Jarrod,
Friday eve--

Or did I decide
on Saturday?

Oh, well, it doesn't make
any difference.
There's so much to do.

Invitations to get out,
the house has to be--

I do wish
Audra were here.

Well, Philadelphia's
not that far.

I'm sure she'll make it.

-HEATH: Mother!
-Quiet!

-Nick!
-What?!

Who was at the door?

-[whispers]
Keep it down.
-Why?

Oh, with all
this noise,
it doesn't matter.

Where are you goin'
with that?

I'm taking it up
to Beth and Jarrod.

-Well, they're not there.
-What?

Well, they sneaked out about
an hour ago and said,
they were going into town,

they told me to tell you,
but I guess I forgot.

-[laughing]
-Ohh.

Whoa.

Well, madam, this is
where I sl*ve.

"Jarrod Barkley,
attorney at law".

We'd better be careful.

Stockton is
a conservative town.

People will talk.

Shall we go in?

Hello, Barkley.

Hello, Hyatt.

You don't seem very
surprised to see me.

I'm not.
I heard over a month ago

the governor was going
to give you a pardon.

Oh?

I'm surprised you didn't
tell him he was makin'
a mistake.

I'm an attorney,
not a judge.

No hard feelings, then?

Suppose you tell me.

None here.

Jarrod,
who was that man?

Nobody important.

The important thing
is how you're gonna change
my office all around

once you've seen it.

And then tomorrow
we'll go into town

and buy you a new dress
for the reception.
Would you like that?

Yes, thank you,
I would.

Here,
is this enough?

Oh, fine, thank you.

Now, would you
like a taste?

Yes.

That's one of Jarrod's
favorite dishes.

That's good.

You know, when I think of
all the things I have
to learn about Jarrod--

The little things
as well as the
important ones--

I wonder if we
shouldn't have waited.

Oh, no, Beth. No.

You did what was right
for both of you.

You loved each other
and trusted each other.

However,
if there's anything
that husband of yours

won't tell you
about himself,
you let me know.

-Do you mean that?
-Yes.

Who is Cass Hyatt?
Jarrod and I met him

when we were in town
yesterday.

There was something
about the way he looked
at Jarrod

that frightened me.

I asked about him,
and Jarrod wouldn't
tell me anything.

Well, there's nothing
to tell, really.

It happened
a long time ago, and--

JARROD: Beth?

Where is everybody?

Beth?

-Mr. Barkley.
-Ah, there you are,
young lady.

Well now, what are you
doing home at this hour?

Have you forgotten
you have a wife
to support?

And have you forgotten
that we have a date?

-We do?
-Didn't I tell you?

-No.
-Oh. Well, I just have.

Well, where are we going?

That, my darling,
is a secret.

Well, give me
five minutes to change.

I'll give you 5,
you'll take 15,

and be ready
in 30.

Somehow I get
the feeling that, uh...

you're very much
in love with that girl.

Now, whatever
gave you that idea?

Here we are.

Oh, Jarrod,
it's a beautiful spot.

Do you really think so?

Oh, yes.

Come on.

You know, ever since
I was old enough

to scramble up
into a saddle,

I've been coming
up here.

When I was--

When I was about ten,

I used to come
up here and cry

whenever I thought
the world was being
mean to me.

Oh.

And when
I was about 20,

I used to come up here
and write poetry.

Some of the worst poetry
you've ever read
in your life.

[laughs]

I think that's when
I must've named it
Isla del Cielo.

Island of the Skies.

Jarrod,
that's beautiful.

Our island, Beth,
if you want it.

Ours?

To build
our home here,

watch our children
struggle and grow,

probably cry a lot.

Maybe someday
read some of their
bad poetry.

Here, what's this?

I hope those are
tears of happiness.

Jarrod...

please let's not have
a big house.

All right.

And promise me
one thing.

What?

Let's build a house
without a roof,

so we don't have to
shut out all of
this lovely sky.

A house with no roof.

I'll remember that.

Jarrod, look at all of
these lovely flowers.

-[g*nsh*t]
-Ohh!

Beth!

Oh my God! My God! Beth!

You've been after me
for two days now,

asking me
the same questions

and getting
the same answers.

-Sit down, Hyatt!
-I won't sit down.

You've got no right
to hold me like this.

You threatened
Jarrod Barkley.

That was
seven years ago.

I've forgotten
all about it.

Besides, that's got
nothing to do with
Barkley's wife.

You could've
k*lled her by mistake!

Sure, I could've
k*lled her...

if I'd been anywhere
near where she was k*lled,
but I wasn't.

I told you where I was.
Now, you check it out.

I checked it.

Either you charge me
with killin' that woman,

and do it right now,

or I'm gonna walk
out of here.

[bangs desk]

[horse approaching]

[knock on door]

-Fred.
-Victoria.

Come in, come in.

I'm sorry I didn't
get to the funeral
this morning.

I was busy
with Cass Hyatt.

That's all right.
We understand.

Is Jarrod here?

I'm here, Fred.

Jarrod, I'm glad.
I, uh...

Wanted to explain
to you about Hyatt.

Has he talked yet?

Well, he didn't
confess, if that's
what you mean.

That's exactly
what I mean.

Jarrod,
I had to let him go.

I had no other choice.

What do you mean,
you had no choice?

Hyatt says he was
in French camp.

-He went up on
the morning boat.
-He's a liar.

I checked out his story.

There are people up there
who saw him there.

He could've gotten a horse
at the livery stable

and ridden back here
in an hour.

He didn't get a horse
at the livery--

Well, then he took one up
there earlier and had it
waiting for him!

There's no proof
of that, Jarrod!

Now, Hyatt is right.

If he hadn't
made that threat
against you years ago,

I wouldn't have had
any reason to bring him in
in the first place.

I had to let him go.

You're a lawyer.
You should
understand this.

All I understand
is that my wife is dead,

and that Cass Hyatt
m*rder*d her.

It could've been
an accident--

Somebody out
potting rabbits
got scared--

Do you really
believe that?

I'm trying to tell you
it's possible.

All you're trying to do
is excuse yourself

for letting a cold-blooded
k*ller free!

-Jarrod!
-It's all right, Victoria.

Jarrod...I'm sorry.

Then that's
the end of it.

There's nothing more
I can do.

Well, there's something
more I can do.

-No, Jarrod.
-Where did he go?

He's gone.
He left town right
after I released him.

Are you gonna
tell me where
he went?

I don't know,
and I wouldn't
tell you if I did.

-I'll find him.
-Jarrod, you listen to me.

I didn't know Beth
very well.

But I do know
revenge is not what
she would've wanted.

Beth loved you
very much.

Don't destroy
the memory of her love

by destroying yourself.

BETH [echoing]:
Jarrod...

it's a beautiful spot.

Jarrod?

Please let's not have
a big house.

And promise me one thing.

Let's build a house
without a roof.

Oh, Jarrod, look at all of
these beautiful flowers.

[g*nsh*t]

-Where are you
going, Jarrod?
-After Hyatt.

-You don't know
where he is.
-I'll find him.

Jarrod, if Cass Hyatt
did k*ll Beth--

He k*lled her.

All right, say he did,
and you k*ll him.
Then what?

I'll turn myself in
to the nearest lawman.

And ruin your life?

All the life I had
went into that grave
this morning.

That's not true.
You think it is,
you believe it,

but it is not true!

Oh, Jarrod,
I know the emptiness
you must be feeling.

But k*lling Cass Hyatt
is not going to fill
that emptiness.

It will still be there.

-There's no use
talkin' about it.
-There has to be!

Somehow I have to
make you understand

that you're turning
your back on everything
you ever stood for,

as a man
and as a lawyer!

The things
Beth loved you for
and married you for!

NICK:
Let me handle this.

You go on upstairs, Mother.

Please.

Now, you hear me.

I'm not here
to argue with you

or plead with you.

I'm here to say
one thing.

You want to get
out of this room,

you're gonna have
to go through me.

Ah, Jarrod.

Mr. Barkley.

I'm closing up now.

Not just yet, Shad.

What--What can I
do for you?

Do you know a man
named Cass Hyatt?

Well, yeah.

Where'd he go?

Well, I--I--

Now, don't lie
to me, Shad.

I know he left
town today.

And I know he didn't
ride out, he didn't
go by stage or boat.

Now, that leaves
your train.

Where'd he go?

Mr. Barkley,
the sheriff told me
not to say anything.

All right.

Here we are.

Now, let's see.

You had one train
out of here this afternoon.

The 3:15 south.

The goes through Lathrup,
Salida, Modesto

I'm not gonna tell you.

Lathrop, Salida, Modesto...

Winton...

Grass Falls...

Fry's Junction, Santa--

Fry's Junction.

Hyatt had a brother
who lived there.

That's where he went,
isn't it--Fry's Junction?

N-no.

That's what I thought.

Whoa!

Somebody
chasin' you, boy?

I just saw
Jarrod Barkley.

Barkley?

He rode into Rock Point
while I was loadin'
supplies.

You're sure
it was Barkley?

I recognized him

from seein' him at
your trial in Stockton.

-You lied to me, didn't you?
-No.

-You k*lled Barkley's wife.
-I didn't.

That's why
he's after you.

Cliff, you gotta
believe me.

I didn't k*ll
that woman.

Barkley thinks I did,
but I didn't.

-Get out, Cass.
-Huh?

The only time
you ever come here

is when you're
in trouble.

I'm fed up with you
and your lies!

Now, you saddle up and
get out of here whilst
you got the chance.

Cliff, you gotta help me.

The two of us
could take Barkley.

We'd be within our rights
if we did.

Did you hear
what I said?

I'm innocent,
I tell you!

Get out!

[horse approaching]

Cass ain't here,
Mr. Barkley.

I saw you ride into town.
I warned Cass.

He rode out of here
about an hour ago.

You can see for yourself.

You mean to k*ll him,
don't you?

Cass is my brother.

I don't care
what he's done.

You got no right
to come in here,

takin' the law into
your own hands.
You can't--

Ohh!

Now, I'm gonna
ask you just once.

Where did he go?

I won't tell you.

Where?

I won't tell you.

Please.
Please, don't.

Where did he go?

South. South.
He went south.

South where?

I don't know!

I just told him to
saddle up and get out!

He went south!

That's the truth,
I swear it.

-Cass said he didn't
k*ll your wife.
-He's a liar.

-Doesn't it worry you
that you might be wrong?
-Not a bit.

Then what makes you
any better than him?!

[neighs]

[exhales]

[saloon music playing]

Get me a bottle, honey.

I'm dry as
a prairie wolf,

and I'm beginning
to howl.

Morning, Mr. Barkley.

I'm Dr. Saxton.

This is Zack Fain,
the sheriff.

We found your name
in your wallet.

Where am I?

Rimfire.

You rode in yesterday,
Mr. Barkley--

If what you were doing
could be called riding.

Doc says somebody tried
to part your hair

with a .30-.30.

What happened?

That doesn't
concern you, Sheriff.

Now, now. You should
stay put, Mr. Barkley.

You should rest for
a couple of days at least.

I haven't got
a couple of days.

Now, what's your hurry,
Mr. Barkley?

And if you're gonna
try to tell me
it don't concern me,

don't bother.

You're in Rimfire.

In Rimfire,
everything concerns me.

Is that right?

See, I'm just
a natural born snoop.

And a worrier.

I worry a lot.

Especially about hombres
who almost get their
heads blown off.

Now, you tell me
what happened.

All right, Sheriff.

I'm after the man
who m*rder*d my wife.

When I find him...

I'm gonna k*ll him.

If he...

did what you say
he did,

how come the law
ain't after him?

The law can't do
anything about him.

So, what you've done is
sort of appointed yourself

to take the law's place.

That's right.

Who is the man,
Mr. Barkley?

His name is Hyatt.

Cass Hyatt.

You know him?

He rode in
yesterday, too.

He got himself
liquored up,

started an argument
in a poker game,
went for his g*n.

What happened?

Nobody got hurt.

But I arrested him
anyway

for disturbing
the peace.

He's in jail?

So, you see, you ain't
gonna get a chance
to k*ll him...

for at least 30 days.

Whoa, wait a minute,
wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

Like to rest a while?

Do you?

No.

How do you feel?

Like something with...

four legs and horns.

When are you gonna
let me out of here?

I told you
last night--

You're in here
for 30 days.

You can't keep me in here
without a trial.

You want a trial,
you'll have one--

As soon as
the circuit judge
comes around again.

-When'll that be?
-A couple of months.

I got some news
for you, Hyatt.

For me?

Something that
might take the itch

out of wantin' to get
out of here so fast.

What is it?

A man named Barkley
is in town.

I'll bet you thought you
got rid of him, didn't you?

Did, he, uh...

tell you why
he was after me?

He says he wants
to k*ll you.

Well, what are you
gonna do about it?

Me?

You're the law.

Well, now, that's true.

But on the other hand,
Barkley's just saying
he's going to k*ll you

isn't a crime.

He means it.

I think he does.

When I told him
he couldn't get at you
for 30 days,

I thought that might
take some of the steam
out of him.

But it didn't.

Not a bit.

The man's cool as ice
all the way through.



He'll be out there
waitin' for you.

I didn't k*ll
his wife.

I didn't k*ll
his wife.

I sort of figure you
for a liar, Hyatt.

But it don't make
any difference.

You're talking
to the wrong man.

The doc couldn't
keep you corralled,
huh, Mr. Barkley?

I want to talk
to you, Sheriff.

Sure.
Sure, Mr. Barkley.

Sit down.

You know, I used
to do some marshaling
up your way once.

A little mining camp
called Hiramsburg,

upriver from Stockton.

Do you know it?

We used to get a lot
of riffraff there...

just like here.

Only that don't
trouble me much.

I ride a town
with a light rein.

I don't much care
who a man is,

where he comes from,
what he's done
somewhere else,

just so long as he
behaves himself
in Rimfire.

Saddle up and ride,
Mr. Barkley.

I don't want you
to misunderstand me.

I know how you feel.

-Do you?
-That's right.

I lost a woman once--

The first Mrs. Fain.

She was shot and k*lled
by a drunken cowhand

hurrahing the town.

That was
in Fort Bannister.

I was a young
kid deputy.

It was a long time ago.

God knows I wanted
to k*ll him.

And I couldn't tell you
to this day why I didn't.

But I didn't.

Instead,
I arrested him.

I guarded him, I fed him,

I sat with him
through his trial.

And the hardest thing
I ever did in my life

was to unlock
that cell door

and set him free.

The judge dismissed
the charge against him.

Where's the moral
to your story, Sheriff?

No moral, Mr. Barkley.

No moral. No point.

Not even an ending.

It just sort of
faded away.

Maybe you loved your woman
more than I did.

Go home, Mr. Barkley.

No.

All right.

What do you want
to talk to me about?

How much money
do you make?

-Not much.
-How much?


and all I can steal.

That's $600 a year.

How would you like to
make two years' salary

in just five minutes?

You didn't have that
when the doc and I went
through your wallet.

There's a bank
in this town.

What do I have to do
for that, Mr. Barkley?

Turn Hyatt loose?

That's right.

I already told you--
He's in here for 30 days.

He hasn't been
convicted of anything.

Well, now, that's true.
But we do things

a little different here
in Rimfire, Mr. Barkley.

Seeing as how we're
off the beaten path,

we don't see
the circuit judge
too often.

So, a man usually
serves his sentence
beforehe has a trial.

Turn him loose.

I'll say one thing
for you, Barkley--

You sure know how
to tempt a man.

No.

I don't want
any trouble in my town.

You've already
got trouble.

It doesn't matter
whether it happens now

or 30 days from now.
It's gonna happen.

I'll be waiting outside.

Barkley...

if you k*ll Hyatt,

I'm going to have to
arrest you for m*rder.

And if you try
to resist, I'm going
to have to k*ll you.

Either way, you're
gonna be a dead man.

Turn him loose.

[door closes]

What are you doin'?

Lettin' you go.

-You're free.
-No.

Get out.

-Now, look, you can't do this.
-Get out!

-You can't do this!
-Get in there!

Just a minute!
Wait a minute!

-Put it on.
-No.

No. He'll k*ll me.

Put it on!

Or I'll throw you
out in the street
without it.

Why are you doin' this?

Maybe because
you remind me
just a little bit

of a drunken cowhand
I used to know.

Now, you put that on
and get out of here.

Hyatt!

Barkley.

Barkley,
listen to me.

You got
the wrong man!

-Draw your g*n.
-That's the truth!

It doesn't matter to me
whether you draw or not.

I'll k*ll you
where you stand!

Sheriff!
Sheriff, stop him!

I'm unarmed!

I k*lled her!

Now you arrest me!

You arrest me,
you hear?

I k*lled her,
I admit it!

I was--I was tryin'
to get him for what
he did to me!

I hit her instead!

Now you gotta
protect me!

I'll k*ll you
with my bare hands.

Jarrod!

Jarrod!

Get away from him!
Get away from him!

You're gonna have
to sh**t through me
to get to him, Jarrod.

Sheriff.

The charges against
my brother?

None that I can
think of.

Here.

This belongs to him.

I saw the sheriff
when I was in town
this afternoon.

They sentenced
Cass Hyatt.

They gave him life.

Don't feel cheated,
Jarrod.

I don't.

All I feel is shame.

I discovered something
inside myself

that I never
knew existed.

I pray to God
I never find it again.

Well, just forget
about it--All of it.

All of it?

No. Not Beth.

She was part of it.

No, Jarrod, no.

Not that part.

Not the ugliness.

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