04x11 - The Prize

[bunniefuu]

Looks like you got trouble,
Reverend.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

It sure is embarrassing, too.

I was coming back
from this wedding I performed,

and when I bedded down
for the night,

I forgot to tie
my horse down hard enough.

I tell ya, it sure is a hot day
for all this walkin'.

You bet. Well,
if I can be of any help...

Yeah, you sure can.

You can hand over
the mare you got there
right now.

I don't see how I can do that
without an argument.

Well, I'm gonna see that
you get your horse back.

Well, that's real nice of you.

First time
I ever met a horse thief
who called it a loan.

Take a look at that.

U.S. Deputy Marshal.

That's right.

With a turned-around collar.

I'm after a m*rder*r, mister...

and I don't aim
to let him get me first.

Who's the man you're after?

Ben Rawlins.

Rawlins?

I thought he was in Colorado.

That's what everybody thinks--
that he's in Colorado.

But I got a different line
on him.

My horse broke a leg
about three miles up the road,
and I had to k*ll it.

You ever tell a story straight?

That's a straight story.

You got the badge there
in your hand to prove it,

and I got the papers here
in my pocket to show that
I got the authority.

Well, now, that might
make you a lawman,

but that don't give you
the right to take what's mine.

Well, I tell you what I'll do.

I'll pay you for your horse.

I take it you got $500 there
in your pocket?

Look, I just bought this mare,
and ain't nobody--

no marshal or anyone--
gonna take it or buy it from me.

You can borrow it.

Well, I thank you kindly.

Very kindly, and I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna see that
you get it back.
How about that?

Well, I tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm just gonna
ride along with you
'til you find another horse.

Now, look, I'm chasin' after
a man that's wanted for robbery
and m*rder,

and I don't look forward
to havin' somebody

tag along after me
that I gotta look after.

Well, I always heard that
two g*ns were better than one,

bein' as you
ain't got a posse.

I don't need one, either.

Look, I don't mean
to stand in the way
of a lawman doin' his duty,

but I just ain't gonna let him
ride off with my horse, either.

Well, then that's gonna be
a mighty expensive horse

if you die in the process,
ain't it?

It's your choice.

Let's go.

♪♪ [theme]

Looks deserted.

You sure you got
the right information?

I paid enough for it.

[coughs]

Who are you?

Don't be alarmed, ma'am.
We won't hurt you.

Are you Mrs. Rawlins?

No.

No, I'm Amanda.
My name is Amanda...

Carter.

Well, where's your husband?

Well, he's gone...
dead, dead.

I think you were right
the first time.

Now I'm gonna
ask you once again.

Where is Ben Rawlins?

[coughs]

-Huh?
-That's enough.
Can't you see she's sick?

I'm gonna have a look around
outside there.

I hope for your sake
I find nothin'.

[coughs]

I'm sorry.

[baby crying]

[coughs]

That a boy?

My son... Joey.

He's a mighty
good-lookin' boy.

[coughs]

How long you been sick?

Seems like always.

It's been bad
the last few weeks.

[coos]

[chuckles, coughs]

-[fusses]
-Shh.

You're gonna have to wait,
little fella.

We got a lady here
that needs some help.

[coughs]

Come on, now,
lie back here.

I got an extra blanket
on my saddle.

When I get back,
I'll get that fire goin' again.

Okay.

[fusses]

Shh.

Be right back.

Mister...

Barkley. Heath Barkley.

Mr. Barkley,
that man's not a preacher.

He's a bounty hunter...
name of Weaver.

Oh, Mr. Barkley...

thank you.

[rustling]

[c*ck r*fle]

[Joey crying]

Here we go, fella.

Sorry I couldn't help you
wash or change him.

Well, that's no trouble
at all, ma'am.

These last few weeks,
I haven't even be able
to feed him proper.

Well, he's makin' up for it
right now.

You're good at that--
handlin' babies.

Well, I lived with a family once
for a while that had 12 of 'em.

A man had to kinda learn
to diaper in self-defense.

[footsteps approaching]

Well, now, Mrs. Rawlins,
I think that it's time...

you started talkin' to us
about your husband.

Carter...
my name is Carter.

Is that right?

Do you know that I went
all the way back to a little
bitty town there in Missouri

that Ben Rawlins is supposed
to have come from?

And I checked the records
in that town...

and they say that,
about seven years ago,
Ben Rawlins married a girl.

Her name was Amanda Carter.

You go to a lot of trouble
to find a man, Weaver.

Well, our Mr. Rawlins
is wanted for robbery
in six states...

and he's wanted for m*rder
in the state of Colorado.

That's right, m*rder.

Now would you like
to tell me where he is?

That's not true. My husband
wouldn't m*rder anybody!

He wouldn't?

Three witnesses saw him
sh**t down a bank clerk
in cold blood!

No! He's a good man!
He's a really good man!

He's really a good man, is he?
That's why you're layin' there
sick, huh? All the time?

'Cause he's really a good man
who hasn't been back here
in how long?

Months!

Did you ever think,
Mrs. Rawlins, that maybe he'll
never come back and see you?

[crying]

That's right.

Now, he and his g*ng
have performed
a couple robberies lately.

Must got him
a lot of money by now.

What do you think they're doin'
with all of that money? Hmm?

Not sendin' it to you,
are they?

There's an awful lot of women
out there, Mrs. Rawlins...

awful lot of women
that'd sure like to be

up next to Mr. Ben Rawlins
and all of his money.

No!

Yes! And you're layin' there
dyin', and your baby, too!

No!

I told you once
to leave her alone.

I think I know how
to handle this.

That's the trouble--
you don't.

And you're not gonna
hound her this way.

You got no stake in this.

You're just
a dedicated lawman, huh?

You'll do anything
and anybody to nail Ben Rawlins.

Somebody's gotta do the job.

Last I heard, there was
a $10,000 reward on Rawlins.

Is that why you're so dedicated?

You're not workin'
for the government.
You're workin' for yourself.

It's legal. I got a badge.

I got the papers
givin' me the authority
to do it.

Now, you can call it
anything else you want to.

A man works all of his life
wearin' a badge, and he don't
get nothin' for it.

He gets a lot of hard work
and scrub pay, and that's it.

Now, I go out,
and I do my job...

and I do it very well,

and I get paid
very well for it,

and I do anything
that I have to
to get the job done.

Mrs. Rawlins
has gotta get to a doctor.

I'm takin' her out of here
in the mornin'.

If Rawlins comes back,
he'll come back here.

Well, that's your problem.

If I wait any longer...

she may die.

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

Mrs. Rawlins?

[crying]

No! Let go of me! Let go!

[coughs]

Bring the baby.

[coughs]

What are you tryin'
to do to yourself?

She was tryin'
to get to her husband.

I done told ya
she knows where he's at.

He's gonna k*ll Ben.
I just can't let him.

Just tell me where he is.

I promise you,
I won't harm him.

I'll bring him in alive,
but tell me where he is!

Now get out.

It doesn't matter,

'cause Rawlins will be
comin' back for his kid.

Mr. Barkley...

Mr. Barkley, he's gonna
k*ll my husband, isn't he?

He just won't give Ben a chance.

Well, the posters
say dead or alive.

If your husband resists...

But he will. He has to.

[coughs]

Oh, God.

He couldn't stand
to be penned in.

Just lie back
and get some sleep now.

[coughs]

Mr. Barkley...

what's gonna happen to Joey?

You're gonna be all right.

[sniffles]

You're a kind man,

but you're a rotten hand
at lying.

What's gonna happen to Joey?

I don't know.

Would you
take care of him for me?

-Mrs. Rawlins, I can't--
-Please!

You've got to! I don't know
what else to do with him!

Please, just promise me.

[coughs]

Please.

I promise.

Thank you.

[coughs]

You done?

Yep.

You can leave
whenever you want to.

I'm gonna take
the woman's horse with me.

You know, it's funny.

I've seen a lot
of reward posters on Rawlins.

Never seen a picture of him.

You sure you know
what he looks like?

I even know what
he eats for breakfast.

Rawlins usually travels
with three or four men.

How do you figure on
gettin' him alone?

I could deputize you.

Yeah, you could,
but you won't.

You don't wanna have
to cut anybody else in
on that reward money.

But I think you're gonna have
to work real hard for it,
Weaver.

Well, I'm takin' the chance
that Rawlins

is gonna come in here
after his family by himself.

Now, if he comes in here
with more men than I can handle,

then I'll have to wait
and get him another time.

You gonna take that kid
with you?

She asked me to.

What do you think Rawlins
is gonna do when he comes here

and finds his kid gone
and his wife dead?

Well, with that
$10,000 reward,

are you gonna give him
a chance to do anything?

♪ Oh, there's nothin'
like gin ♪

♪ When you feel
all done in ♪

♪ And when I'm thirsty
for a beer ♪

♪ Better serve it to me,
dear ♪

[humming]

[crying]

Well, now what's the matter?

You can't be hungry.
You just put away
a whole bottle.

[continues crying]

A-ha.

Come on.

[crying]

[burps]

There we go.

[crying]

I sure wish you could talk.

That's a brand-new pair
of three-cornered pants
you got on.

The pins seem all right.
It's not that.

[continues crying]

Here. Look here. Look here.

You like that? Huh?

[continues crying]

I'm sorry, Joey.
That's all I know how to do.

[continues crying]

Well, you're teethin'.

You need something
to chew on, don't you, boy?

[continues crying]

You wait right here.
I'll be right back, huh?

All right, I'm coming!

Canada?

Ain't nothin' up there
but trees, Ben.

No lawmen
after my hide, either.

That'll be nice
for a change--

not havin' to keep
lookin' over my shoulder
all the time.

Hmm. Sooner or later,
somebody's gonna be there

with that wanted poster
in his pocket

and a hankerin'
for them 10,000 iron men

the government's
offerin' for ya.

Once I'm over that border,
they can't touch me.

It's been seven years
for me and Amanda...

runnin', hidin', no peace.

It's time
she had more than that,
her and Joey.

I think we can
get it up there.

Ain't nobody gets out, Ben.

One way or another,
once you're in,
you're in to stay.

No, not me.

All right, let's get ready
and move out.

You want my advice, Link?

You head for Canada, too.

Take that mare there.

Better give 'em
some extra grain.

They sure earned it.

Heath!
What happened to you?

You were supposed
to be here Friday.
We were getting worried.

I'm sorry.
A couple of things held me up.

-Did you get the mare?
-She's outside.

Heath!

Oh, what's in the basket?

Well, now that's a fine welcome
after bein' gone for two weeks.

Well, of course
I'm glad you're home,
but what's in the basket?

Well, you see, Mother...

Oh.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Mother, she's beautiful!

Uh, he. His name's Joey.

What is this?

Well, he was cryin'.
Teethin', you know?

I cut that off
my saddle cinch.

[scoffs]

Well, I don't suppose
a little more dirt
will hurt you.

Heath, I know you didn't
find this baby on a doorstep.

Where did you get him?

Is Jarrod here?
I'd like to ask him
about some legalities.

He's in San Francisco.

Heath,
where did you get this child?

He's Ben Rawlins' son.

Amanda! I'm home!

Mandy?

She's gone. Left.

Ben! Ben, you better
come on out here!

It, uh...
was only four days ago.

Amanda's name,
not Joey's.

Whoever buried her
must've taken him.

Hey, where you goin'?

To get Joey.

Ben, if anybody can track
whoever took him, you can,
but...

well, maybe it'd be best if you
just forgot it right here.

Forget it?

I don't know how Amanda died.

I don't know where my son is
or who has him.

Just like that, forget it?

Ben, look at the name
on the marker.

"Amanda Rawlins."

They knew who she was, Ben.

You take off after Joey,
you're gonna walk head-on

right into a trap.

You comin' with me, Link?

No, Ben.

You?

You ever get up to Canada,
you look Joey and me up.

[whistling]

Mother?

Anybody home?

What the devil is that?

What is this doin' here?

That child is not a "this."

Well, what is that child
doin' here then?

I brought him.

Meet master Joseph Rawlins,
Nick.

Ah.

Who?

You can call him Joey.

Joey, huh?

What's he want
with that spoon there?

Well, he's teething.

Oh. Well,
how'd it get here?

HEATH: That's a long story.

His mother was dying.
She asked me to
take care of him.

Oh?

Has he got a father?

His father's got
a price on his head.

Oh, wait a minute. Back up.
Rawlins. You said Rawlins.

That kid by any chance
belong to Ben Rawlins?

That's right.

Wonderful.

That man's been wanted
for five years for m*rder
and robbery.

He carries six states
in his pocket,

and they haven't
caught up with him yet.

And knowing all this,
you got the guts

to drag that kid out
and bring him to this house!

I just couldn't leave him
there alone, now could I?

Have you given any thought
as to what Rawlins is gonna do

when he finds out
his kid's gone?

He'd be gone for quite a while.
He may not be back for months.

Well, that could be,
but if he does get back
and he trails you here--

have you thought about that?

There's a bounty hunter
just waiting for him
to come back to that cabin.

The way I see it,
Rawlins hasn't got a chance.

Well, now, I wouldn't
count on that if I were you.

He's been trapped before,
you know, and he's still free.

You're both overlooking
a most important thing--

what happens to the baby?

Well, the sooner
we get him to an orphanage,
the better.

Joey's not goin'
to an orphanage.

And why not?

Because I happen to know
what it's like to be an orphan,

not belong anywhere.

I want Joey to belong.

I want him to have a family
with kids to grow up with.

'Til I find one,
he's stayin' right here.

Heath is absolutely right.

There will be no more talk
about an orphanage.

Heath is also right

that Joey should be raised
with children,

other young children.

Let's see, the Whittakers,

now they've been talking
about adopting another baby.

The Stanleys,
they have some young children.

I'll make some visits tomorrow.

I'll drive you, Mother.

Well, I'll, uh...

I'll go up and clean up
Audra's old room...

make it ready for him.

About time someone
cleaned that room up anyway.

Don't worry, Heath.
Joey's gonna be all right.

Afternoon, neighbor.

Reverend.

Now you just stop right there,
Mr. Rawlins.

You carryin' a badge,
Reverend,

or are you workin'
for yourself?

A little bit of both,
thank you.

Now just hold it right there.

The government
doesn't much care
how I bring you in,

whether it's sittin' up
in that saddle
or layin' across it dead.

And you?

Whatever's easiest for me...

and that I guess
would be with you dead,
wouldn't it?

Seems to be your choice.

Whatever's fair.

[groans]

Mrs. Barkley. Heath.

Mrs. Whittaker.

I wasn't expecting company.

Oh, we're not exactly
company today.

Tell me, do you and your husband
still want to adopt a baby?

Well, we were
thinking about it.

Why? Is this one
up for adoption?

Oh, not yet.

You see, his mother is dead,
and we can't find his father.

He is beautiful.

-A boy?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, why can't his father
be located?

His father's Ben Rawlins.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry,
but it is our busy time,
Mrs. Barkley,

putting in crops and all,

and my little girl
hasn't been feeling very good.

I haven't any time for a baby.

But you said you wanted
to adopt a baby and--

Yes... sometime.

Not now?

Or not this baby?

It doesn't make
any difference, does it?

I'm sorry.

The answer is no,
Mrs. Barkley.

You done?

Yes.

You'll be fit to travel
in about two weeks.

I'm movin' now.

You're not a minister.

No, doctor,
as a matter of fact, I'm not.

I didn't think so.

Preachers don't usually
come in here all shot up.

Well, I'll save you
the trouble of asking.

I'm not a preacher.

I'm legally deputized
to go after Ben Rawlins.

I finally caught up to him,
and he shot me.

I don't suppose you'll listen,
but I'm required
to tell you this anyway.

That wound won't k*ll you,
if you rest.

But if you insist on riding,
you'll break the stitches

and start bleeding again.

And if you lose
much more blood, Mr. Weaver,

I can't be responsible for you.

I'm not asking you
to be responsible for me.

Local sheriff could help you
round up a posse.

I don't need a posse.

For heaven's sake,
man, why not?

Why not?

There's a $10,000 reward
out for Ben Rawlins,

that's why not.

And you can't see
splitting it?

[chuckles]

I've been
chasin' after that man
for over a year,

and I don't know
how many miles.

I finally caught up to him,
and he shot me.

No, sir,
I can't see splittin' it.

Now, how much do I owe you?

Two dollars is enough.

Change that bandage
every few hours.

If I get the time,
doctor, I will.

Well, Mrs. Barkley,
you know how it is.

We've got four of our own.

We sure would like to take
the little fella in, but,
uh...

Why? What's wrong with him?

He's healthy.
He's cute as a button.
You've got room.

Oh, we could feed him
and all, Heath, but--

Well, he wouldn't
be one of ours.

Well, he would be
if you took him in now.

Why, he's so young,
he doesn't even know
who he is yet.

Well, now, somebody
would surely find out.

We couldn't keep it a secret,
and they'd wanna know,

and Mrs. Barkley...

I understand.

-Well, I don't.
-Heath.

Thank you.

Not at all,
Mrs. Barkley.

Come on.

Oh, how'd it go?

It didn't. Four families
turned him down flat.

Why?

For the same reasons
you talked about yesterday--
trouble.

The poor little fellow
doesn't even know it yet.

Why's he so pink?

We've been riding around
in the sun all day.

Well, shouldn't you do
something about it?

You got any suggestions?

No, just that, well,
I thought that maybe

somebody should do
something about it.

Well, don't worry, Nick.
We'll take care of him.
Come on, Mother.

What happens, Heath,
if you can't find anyone
to take him in?

Maybe we'll just
keep him, huh?

That's exactly what
I was thinking.

[sighs]

[Joey crying]

[grumbling]

[crying continues]

[groans]

[groans]

Hey.

Hey, fella.

[continues crying]

Hey, just keep it down,
will ya?

Huh?

Will you keep it down?

I'm tryin' to get
some sleep in there.

[continues crying]

Just take it easy.

What do you wanna do?
You wanna maybe get up?

Wanna get up and sit
for a while? Huh?

Wait a minute now.
You're backwards here.

There you go. There.

There. See?
Wasn't so bad, was it?

Huh?

Worth all that cryin'? Huh?

Here we go. There.

There we are.
See that?

All better now,
isn't it? Hmm? Hey.

Hey...

Say, uh...

Uncle Nick.

Can you say "Uncle Nick"?

Say...

Oh, well, we'll work on it
tomorrow, all right? Huh?

You'd make
a great father, Nick.

Oh, well, he, uh...

I heard him cryin' here,
and, uh--

Well, I thought there was
something I could do.

Well, he seems to like
bein' held, so, you know...

You're doing very well.

You know what?
He smiled at me.

Babies do that.

Oh, no,
he smiled right at me.

I think he likes his
Uncle Nick.

Ah.

I believe he does.

Huh?

[laughs]

Well, that's about it.

You sure we got
enough baby food, Nick?

Are you kiddin'?
There's enough here to last him
'til he's 12 years old.

Baby food, Heath?

Don't tell me
you haven't gotten rid
of that Rawlins kid yet.

What's your interest, Jameson?

Oh, word's out.

I heard you were
all over the whole valley

tryin' to palm
that kid off on folks.

I didn't ask what you heard,
I asked what's your interest.

Well, everybody
knows about him.

We don't want him here.

Well, now, ain't you
the interested citizen, Jameson.

If you knew anything
about that kid,

you'd know he's only
nine months old.

What do you expect from him?

To go to the nearest bank and
stick it up with his rattle?

Trouble breeds trouble.

You know a boy
follows after his father.

-Joey doesn't even know
his father!
-It's in the blood!

If that's true,
then you should be

a blacksmith
like your father!

If we let him leave here,

he'll wind up robbin'
this town blind some day!

What do you suggest we do?

sh**t him like a dog
because he might have rabies?

[chuckles]

That might not be a bad idea
for the little mongrel.

[groans]

-Nick! Nick!
-What?

Well,
I was gonna do that!

Well, we just chalk that one up
for little Joey then.

After that,
I'll buy you a beer.

You're on.

Can I help you?

Yeah, lookin' for work.

Well, we got a full crew on.

I do most anything, mister...
smithin', handyman.

I really do need the job.

Well, I guess we could use
somebody around the house
fixin' things.

All right, for a few days.

Put your stuff
in the bunkhouse there and
check with my brother Nick.

He'll get you started.

Much obliged, Mister...?

Barkley.
Heath Barkley.

Tom Bennett.

Here.

Just no pleasing you, Joey.

Here. [grunts]

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
you're such a good boy, Joey.

You are such a good boy.
Oh, yes.

[knock at door]

Okay.

Oh, Mr. Bennett,
come in.

Ma'am, I finished up
the windows on the outside.

-I can start in here
if you like.
-Good.

You keep working like this,
you'll run out of chores to do.

It's nice to have
some chores to do.

Uh, these windows here.
The lace curtains, of course--

Mr. Bennett.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Have a baby in the house,
I see.

For a while, mm-hmm.

Oh, you can start over there
if you prefer.

Yes, ma'am.

He sure is
a good-lookin' boy.

Mm-hmm.

I don't suppose I could
pick him up, could I?

I know how.
I had a son once.

Of course.

Thank you.

Hi, there.

Hello.

What's his name?

Joey.

Hello, Joey.

Is he a good boy?

Oh, he cries a little.
He's teething.

But he isn't any trouble.

[door opens]

Oh, Bennett,
when you're through here,

Rich would like some help
in the barn.

Yes, sir.

I'll take Joey.

I'll do these windows
over here.

[knock at door]

I'll get it.

What do you want here,
Weaver?

Weaver?

Bounty-hunting marshal.

-Are you Mrs. Barkley,
ma'am?
-Yes.

Well, then I guess
I better speak with you.

I have papers here that give me
all the authority I need

to use your house here
as a headquarters.

You mean as a trap?

You can call it
anything you want.

I am, and we don't want
any part of your set-up.

Look, this gives me
all the authority I need.

Now, if you wanna
stand in my way, then--

No one is standing
in your way.

You're free to go
whenever you like.

Mrs. Barkley, Rawlins
is gonna be comin' here
after his kid.

Now, I had him out on the trail,
and he got away from me,

and he's gonna be
comin' here sooner or later.

Look, Weaver,
you're wearin' a badge.
That makes you the law.

But you're not using us
to carry out your kind of law.

That means you're
obstructing justice,
you know that?

All I can see is
you're trespassing
on Barkley property.

What does it matter
as long as it gets the job done?

Get the job done someplace else
and as quickly as possible.

Now get goin', Weaver.

[Joey crying]

That's Joey.

Mr. Bennett!

I don't mean to
hurt you, ma'am.

I just want my son.

I stand corrected.
Mr. Rawlins.

-Who brought Joey here?
-I did.

What happened to my wife.

I found your wife very sick,
Mr. Rawlins.

Before she died, she asked me
to take care of Joey.

Heath did all he could for her.

I suppose I should
thank you.

We aren't condoning
what you did...

but Joey shouldn't
have to suffer for it,

-as your wife did.
-He won't.

There was a bounty hunter
just here lookin' for you.

I saw him.

Easy.

Rawlins, takin' that baby's
just gonna slow you up.

Mr. Rawlins, think of Joey.
What can you offer him?

What kind of a life
can you give him?

What are you offerin',
Mrs. Barkley?

Well, we hope to find him
a good home with children,
young children.

If that's not possible,
we'll keep him.

I want him.

All right,
suppose you get away,

how is Joey gonna grow up?

Just like any other boy.

He's my son.

You don't even have one.
You don't know.

I do. I have three sons
and a daughter.

Then you know why
I'm doin' this...

because I care for the boy.

Mrs. Barkley,
would you wrap him up
in a blanket, please?

If you really love Joey,
you'll leave him here.

Give him a chance to grow up
and live decent.

Let him be worth something,
Rawlins.

Sorry, Barkley.

I thank you for the thought,
but he's too important to me.

Now step over into
the middle of the room.

Mrs. Barkley,
I'll take Joey now.

It's all right, Joey.

Far enough!

All right,
what are you gonna do now?

Looks like Weaver's
got you nailed.

You try to get out of here,
Joey's liable to be k*lled also.

Remember, dead or alive,
you pay off.

Dead is easier.

That's funny.

He said the same thing to me
a little while ago.

Mrs. Barkley, you take
Joey upstairs, please.

I always heard
you were a crack shot.

You missed me clean.

No.

I put my b*llet
just where I wanted it to go.

Barkley, you made
a promise to my wife...

that you'd look after Joey.

I want you to see that
he ends up in a good home,

and gets all
the right things.

HEATH: I will.

And the reward...

you collect it
and use it for Joey.

It's the only thing
I'll ever be able to give him.

I'll see to it.

It's-- It's not enough.

A father shouldn't...
leave his boy alone.

Rawlins is dead.
Isn't that what you wanted?

And what about the reward?

I chased after the man
for a whole year.

I even got shot up.

I figure I should
get something.

Mr. Weaver, I don't doubt
that sooner or later

you're gonna get
exactly what you deserve.

I guess Rawlins wasn't
as bad as people figured.

Certainly not about Joey.

He actually forced you
to sh**t him to k*ll him?

Weaver was quite upset
about the reward money
going to Joey.

But even he admitted
it was legal.

[knock at door]

I'll get it.

Hello.

Good evening, Nick.
Mrs. Barkley at home?

Yeah. Oh, come on in.

Ah.

Lydia, Jim,
how nice to see you.

We came by
to see about the boy.

What about him?

Well, we talked things over,
me and the missus,

and we decided to--

Well, we decided that
we wanted the boy.

At least with our four,

he'd have some children
to play with.

Well,
I think that can be arranged.

You know you have
some reward money coming.

I don't understand, Nick.

Well, Joey's father's dead,

and, well, the reward money
goes for the care of the baby.

Well, now,
we'll just put that
aside for the baby.

Just one thing.

What's that, Nick?

I want visitin' rights.

Me, too.

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