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(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MOANING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Get off this property!

Who are you?

How did you get here?

Exactly where is here, ma'am?
California is all I know.

There's only one road
and strangers wouldn't know it.

Might be smart to figure
I came by water.

On this rocky coast?
No boats ever land here.

Maybe I dropped out of the sky.

Look, ma'am, or Miss
or whoever you are.

I ain't any more pleased
about being here than you are havin' me.

All I want from you is the directions
to the nearest town.

(GROANING)

Hey! Come here!

- Who's that? Is he with you?
- He was.

Can't you see I'm hurt?

- Well, aren't you gonna help him?
- No.

- Don't take your gun with you.
- Why not?

My advice,
not within his reach, anyway.

And you?

(CHUCKLING)

(SNARLING)

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

CALLY: Why don't you try this?

It might help.

Thanks.

Where do you people come from?

- What did he tell ya?
- Nothing.

I don't wonder.

Then I'll start off
by introducing myself.

My name is Frank Munson,
Sheriff of Uintah County, Utah, ma'am.

And this, Ed Stone's his name,
is my prisoner.

Is that true?

If he's a sheriff, ask him
to show you some credentials.

Like a badge, for instance.

You stole it.

I arrested this man this morning
in Bisbee, Arizona.

I was flying him to Los Angeles,
where I left my car.

First, a storm took us off course,

then the plane
developed motor trouble.

We cracked up off the coast.

Killed the pilot
and broke my ankle.

I'm taking him back to Utah.

You're not taking me anyplace.

If I head east, through that pass,
do I come to a town?

FRANK:
This man's a fugitive from justice.

If you help him,
you'll be committing a crime.

What town and how far?

You're not going
through that pass.

Neither of you are going anywhere,
until we get this thing straightened out.

We better go,
I have to get the sheep in.

Why should I go?

Because she's got a gun.
The only gun I see around.

(GUN CLICKING)

You lookin' for help?

Looks like I got
all the help I need.

Looks like I picked up
a right fine Deputy.

This way.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(BARKING)

You'd better take your weight
off that foot.

Why don't you use the bed
in the main room?

What about him?

I'll watch him and Shep.

Shep! Stay where you are.

Looks like I got another Deputy, too.

(SNARLING)

Maybe it's you he doesn't like.

(THUNDERCLAP)

(WIND HOWLING)

(BLEATING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

What's keeping that girl?
It's been a long time.

Out with the sheep,
the last I saw her.

Think she'd bring me somethin'
so that I can fix up a splint.

Where are you going?
That's her bedroom.

Yeah, I know.

Is she married, do you think?

With all those men's duds
around here.

I don't expect to be here
long enough to find out.

You'll be here,
until I'm able to take you out.

Even you don't believe that.

- Turn on the radio, why don't you?
- What for?

When a plane gets lost,
somebody's bound to know about it.

There are fellas whose job it is
just to keep track of planes.

When one goes down,
somebody looks for it.

Coast Guard planes, most likely.

(THUNDERCLAP) (DOOR OPENING)

What's the matter with it?

It's sick.
I think it's choked up.

Let me see it.

Come on over here.
Let me take a look at you.

Let me see.

Yeah, it was choked up.
There you go.

You know about sheep?

Some.

I'll put it in the bedroom,
keep it warm.

With two such good doctors
in the house,

somebody oughta look
at my ankle.

- Just a minute, Mr...
- Munson.

Mr. Munson.

(BLEATING)

You get some rest now
and you'll feel better.

Meat's in the oven.

I sliced it
so it'll cook faster.

Oughta be done now.

(BLEATING)

Did you put enough
pepper and salt in?

I did.

Saw some biscuits you put out to rise,
and I put those in, too.

Well, looks good.

You got anything
I can use for a splint?

Any medication at all?

Well, you're sure it's broken?
Can you move it?

- Easy now, it's pretty sore.
- Well, keep trying.

Got any horses in that stable?
One I can buy?

I'll pay you for it later.

- I warn you, Miss...
- I'm talking to her.

I'm anxious to get started.

We do have a Jeep,
but my father's got it now.

Your father?

And the sheriff had an idea
you were married.

No, there's just Father.

ED: He gets romantic notions.

This ankle isn't broken.

No? Are you sure?

Hey, I think you're right.
I can move it a little bit.

You hear that, Mister?
My ankle isn't broken.

Too bad.

Well, the ligament's torn probably.
It's just as bad.

You'll have to rest it
for quite a while.

Mind if I use your kitchen
to wash up again?

No, go ahead.
I'm going to wash too.

Your dad be back tonight?

No. No, not this late.

- Tomorrow?
- I don't know.

He left two days ago and...

Sometimes he stays
for about a week.

Sometimes he goes on a...
On a little toot.

Oh, it's good for a man to go
on a little toot once in a while.

You say he took the Jeep
over the pass?

Yeah, he went... He went to town
to get some supplies.

He thought he'd beat the rain.

How far is town?

FRANK: Tell him nothing!

If you help this man,
even with information,

you'll be guilty of a criminal act.

You haven't even asked me
what I'm taking him in for.

- I'm not interested.
- The man wants to be asked.

Let me make one thing clear
to both of you,

I'm not interested
in what he's done,

and I'm not interested
in your problem with him.

I'm only interested in getting you both
off this place as soon as possible.

By misfortune, because of the rain,
it can't be tonight.

But the rain will stop
and then you will both leave!

Suits me fine.

This man's a killer!
He's wanted for murder!

He shot a man down in cold blood,
for no reason.

I've been tracking him
for two years.

He's nothing but a gunman.

Treat a gunman like a gunman,
I say.

A speech like that,
a man oughta have his badge.

A speech like that sounds better
from behind a piece of tin.

Neighbours got any horses?

No. The nearest neighbour
is ten miles away.

I couldn't make it on foot, huh?

No, no-one could.

When it rains down here,
the hills flood.

There is one place, though.
A place called Red Gate.

The water usually goes up
to about twenty feet.

- You'll have to stay here tonight.
- I hate to put you out.

I hate it too.

Nobody ever comes here,
not even good men.

Got a place outside I can sleep?

(THUNDERCLAP)

You'll have to sleep
in Father's room.

You're English.

Your father a school teacher?

Funny place to find an English
school teacher and his daughter.

Might be interesting to find out why,
if a man had the time.

Well, Munson, tonight?

Tomorrow morning?
What's the difference?

I'll take care of tomorrow
when it comes.

In the meantime,
you both better get something to eat.

(LAMB BLEATING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(CLUCKING)

(BLEATING)

(BLEATING)

(SHEP BARKING)

- Where's he gone?
- I don't know.

(SHEP CONTINUES BARKING)

- Call that animal off, will ya?
- Quiet, Shep!

Where are you going?

I'm gettin' outta here.

Oh, I took the liberty of borrowing
this bag and some supplies.

Will you give me the directions?

Or you gonna make me do it
the hard way and explore?

All right, but you can't see the pass
from here.

We have to walk up
over the hills.

FRANK:
You'd better not go any further!

Unless you want a bullet
in your back!

With an empty rifle?

- When did you get that?
- While you were sleeping.

Don't try and follow us, Munson.

It won't do you or your ankle
any good.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Here's somethin'
that goes with your badge.

I'm only showing you the way
because I want you to get off this place

before my father gets back.
You understand that, don't you?

Your father wouldn't like
finding me here, huh?

And when he does come,
he'll get Mr. Munson out to a doctor.

Sure.

I hope you don't think that
I'm taking your side against Mr. Munson.

All those nice things that you did,
like taking care of the lamb,

and getting supper ready,
I saw through them easily.

You're probably everything
that Mr. Munson says you are.

Oh, I'm a very bad character.

My only fear is that you might not
be able to get through.

It usually takes days
for the water to go down.

But you will try, won't you?

Nobody ever comes
to your house, huh?

- Not anybody?
- That's right.

Oh, at shearing time!

The rest of the time,
it's just you and your father.

- If you think that...
- I don't think anything,

except your father
must be off his mind.

He's the finest man
in the world.

Keeping you locked up
in solitary?

What'd you do? Be a bad girl?

- Were you wild?
- I didn't do anything!

I came here when I was
hardly more than a child.

Then he must be blind.

What's the matter with him?
Can't he see?

Does he know he's got
a growing girl on his hands?

What kind of life is that for a girl,
being locked up like that?

Don't you ever get to go out?

What do you mean,
"get to go out"?

Out! Freedom!
Out to civilisation.

Out to town, at least.

When your father goes,
does he ever take you?

If I want to go, I go.

But you don't wanna go... Why?

Afraid you'll meet somebody?
Somebody who'll pick you off?

It's crazy!

- I don't think it's any of your business.
- It's crazy.

- This is as far as I go.
- Craziest set-up I ever heard of.

You go through the pass
and head eastwards.

You'll probably see some wagon
wheel tracks here and there,

if the rain
hasn't washed them away.

- What's your name?
- Does it matter?

Well, for one thing,
I wanna pay for these supplies.

I like to pay for everything I get.

Don't bother.

And, for another thing,
I'll be thinking about you.

I'll have to!

Grown girl,
locked up all her life.

It's Canham, Catty Canham.

Well, Miss Canham,
thank you and goodbye.

No!

"No"?

(GROANING)

What you've done
will be on your conscience.

It won't accomplish anything.
I'll track him down again.

I'll find him,
if it takes a lifetime.

Makin' it easy for you, Munson.
I'm back!

Making it tough for you,
Miss Canham. I'm sorry.

But it won't be for long.

How's the patient?

Here, let me help.

There we go.

Here we are.

(WIND HOWLING)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

Mr. Fix It!

Try it yourself,
if you can do so much better.

Maybe I will when you stop
foolin' around with it.

(SIGHING)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Munson, you dig
this heavy stuff?

Seems that's all they got
around here.

It doesn't do anything for me.

(TURNING MUSIC OFF)

(WINDING)

(BALLET MUSIC PLAYING)

What's that?

Something of mine.

Can I come in?

Yes.

What is she? Toe dancer?

I suppose you could call it that.
She's a ballerina.

Round and around, huh?

It's a pirouette, she's doing.

A "piru" what?

Don't tell me
you've never seen a ballerina?

- Me?
- A ballet?

You mean that stuff you got
in those books out there?

You don't like music either.

Sure, I like music.

Sure, I like music.

Then why did you shut it off?

What, that heavy stuff?

That was the London Philharmonic
Symphony Orchestra, Mr. Stone.

- Well, so what?
- So what?

Just that 140 men
studied and sacrificed

to learn something beautiful,

and Mr. Ed Stone from Utah
just shuts it off.

That's "so what"!

It's a good thing
they didn't see you, Mr. Stone.

Well, I suppose
that classifies me as an idiot.

I didn't say that.

Well, I'd like to know
what you did say.

Well, I was surprised,
that's all, just surprised.

You live out in the world,
and you can see and hear beautiful

I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

(THUNDERCLAP)

She's begun to run down,
want me to wind her up?

No, I'll...

(WINDING)

Can I sit down?

Yes.

Guess you're pretty lonely?

No, I have my books,
and my radio and my records.

I enjoy myself.

You mean, until a couple of characters
like us come along and spoil it?

Don't feel sorry for me, Mr. Stone.

I don't feel sorry for you,

I'm beginning to feel sorry
for myself.

Why?

Well, I've been around
a little bit.

Here you are, locked up in this valley
in the middle of nowhere,

and you see more than I see
and you know more than I know.

Just think it's a dirty shame

that your old man
could do something like that...

Please don't say that.

A pretty girl like you,
intelligent,

no telling what you coulda
done with yourself.

Been going over
some of your books.

All those funny names.
Bet you know 'em all by heart.

I know some of them.

Pavlova and Karsavina,
Carlotta Grist.

They're some
of the greats of yesterday.

Today we have Moira Shearer,
Margot Fonteyn, Alicia Markova.

I've often wondered
how they lived, I must say.

ED: Why?

So's you'd go round and around?

To be a ballerina or a star
would give one a chance

to get out of this round and round,
as you call it.

Stop it, you two!

(THUNDERCLAP)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

How many days is it now? Three?

What's today? Sunday?

Rainy Sunday.

You shouldn't have hidden
that rifle of yours.

You had no right to hide it.

As an officer, I have right
to commandeer any weapons I need

in the pursuit of my duty.
That's the law.

As a law abiding person,
if you are a law abiding person,

you are to help me
in every way possible.

That's the law, too!

I don't want to run the risk
of any bloodshed, Mr. Munson.

I don't care if that's the law or not,
that's my decision!

Hey, I think I got it.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Chopin, isn't it?

Munson would rather hear
a news programme.

(RADIO STATIC INTERFERING)

Ah, I just lost it.

(STATIC CONTINUING)

- What are you doing?
- Checking manuscript.

- Manuscript?
- Yeah, it's my father's book.

That thing a book?

Well, it will be. There's only
a little more than half of it done now.

Some book.

So is the author.

He's a school teacher, you said.

No, you said.

Father taught at Oxford.

Oxford?
That's the biggest, isn't it?

We like to think so.

He taught philosophy there.

Oh, a real brainy man.

Yes.

That makes it crazier than ever.
Givin' up all that for this.

Why?

The world sickened him.

Well, he fought in the war,
the First World War.

He knew it wouldn't be the last,
they'd be a second and a third

and a fourth
if the world weren't destroyed.

Like many other intellectual men,
he wanted to find peace and isolation.

In other words, he ran!

Mr. Munson, you should put
some weight on that foot.

Try walking around a bit.
It'll heal much faster.

Yeah, it hurts like blazes.
I think it's getting worse.

When a man like my father
has something to say,

I think he should be given a chance
to say it, don't you think?

Has he got the answers
in that thing?

- "The answers"?
- The answers!

All I ever read is some comics,
some detective stories

and some western magazines.

I'm sure you've read
more than that, haven't you?

I've read the Bible.

Let's take the Bible,
for instance.

Adam and Eve in the garden.

That man, Adam, couldn't stand it
till he climbed the tree of knowledge.

He got slapped down
for it, too, but good!

And man's been trying
to climb that tree ever since.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Has your old man got the answers
to that in that book?

Well, would you like to hear
some of it?

Wanna hear
some philosophy, Munson?

I can stand it if you can.

Rainy Sunday, why not?

I wish Father was here
to read it.

"You should pay some attention
to the twelfth and thirteenth centuries.

"Man's discomfort,
his real discomfort in this world,

"began not long after that.

"I know what you are thinking.

"Discomfort in our age
of medicine, dentistry,

"automobiles and aeroplanes.

"It is also the age
of the hydrogen bomb.

"In olden times, man knew
just where he stood.

"He stood on a flat world.

"Directly above him
was God in his heaven,

"and he could talk to him.

"And directly below him was Satan
and he was told how to avoid him.

"In his simple world, man was happier
and more comfortable than he is today.

- "I mean, psychic man, in his..."
- "Psychic man"?

Oh, what he is, yeah.

"In relation to his world.

"In the modern complicated world,

"man breaks down under strain,
bewilderment and disillusion.

"He gets lost, gets sick,
goes crazy, commits suicide.

"I cannot foretell
the future of this world,

"except to say that
it will not get any simpler.

"Worry and doubt
bring on a bellyache"

"and man is building up the biggest
psychic bellyache in history."

You understand that stuff, Munson?

- Just a lot of words.
- "Psychic bellyache"!

"Man is embarked upon
an insane life of destruction,

"which can destroy
not only his enemies but himself.

"And nothing can save man,
unless he can again find God.

"But where is God,
man asks himself,

"in a universe of 100 million billion
planetary stars."”

I think that's enough.

That's philosophy?
Sounds more like common sense.

That's what good philosophy is.

You got a philosophy, Munson?

Yeah, I got one.

There's right and wrong,
there's black and white.

There's what's lawful
and what's unlawful.

A man lives by the law
or dies by it.

Do you have a philosophy?

Yeah, freedom!

In every meaning of the word.

The hardest thing for a man to get
and the easiest for him to lose.

He can lose it in a lot of ways.

Through a woman,
or the wrong kind of a woman,

or by being boxed in like your father
felt he was boxed in over there.

Freedom of mind and body
and spirit, what I live by.

I've got it
and I don't intend to lose it.

No-one is gonna put me in jail.
Not anybody.

Not for any reason.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(SHEP BARKING)

Turned out to be a nice day,
what's left of it.

Nice enough.

When the weather breaks,
does it always hold like this?

If you're wondering when the water
in the pass will go down,

you'll know it's down
when my father comes home.

I don't plan to wait.

- You're gonna take a look for yourself?
- That's right.

- I'll walk part of the way with you.
- Why?

Well, I guess I want to talk to you.
Shep will watch the flock.

(BARKING)

CALLY: Do you want to tell me
about what happened in Utah?

Hasn't Munson said enough?

Well, he's talked a lot
and you've said very little.

He said you were a killer.

- That's what he said.
- But you're not.

- I killed a man, I don't deny it.
- But you're not a Killer.

There's a difference?

Well, the other night when you got
your hands on my rifle,

you just took away the shell.

You could have taken the rifle
and shot Mr. Munson. He was asleep.

Shot him and all your troubles
would have been over.

- Too bad I didn't think about it.
- You did.

It's the first thing you thought about.
It had to be.

You could have shot him down
and left him on my hands.

That would have made you a killer.

Where did it happen?

A town called Vernal.

Just a town. Uintah Basin.

Ute Indian reservation,
part of it.

It's a valley.
Well, it's bigger than a valley.

The Green River runs through.

Doesn't stop,
runs right through it.

It's an all right town.

A few stores and a post office.

You know, there's quite a story
about that post office.

You see, there isn't a railroad
within fifty miles of the place.

So when the federal government
decided to build the post office,

they had to ship in
every brick by parcel post.

If you haven't heard
about the post office,

then you haven't heard
about the town.

- Did your family live there?
- No.

No, they lived in a bigger place
called Provo.

I don't remember them much.

They were washed out
in a flash flood up in Provo Canyon.

So, I lived with an uncle for a while,
and then I drifted out into the Basin.

I liked it. Nice dry country.

You bored?

No! No, of course not.

Has a nice backdrop, too.

Real high mountains and they're white
from September to April.

Great deer hunting in the winter,
if you like snow.

Sheep country?

Oh, run some sheep
and raise some turkeys.

Raise a lot of devil, too.

(CHUCKLING)

I raised plenty of it myself,

when I should have been out
trying to learn something for myself.

You know, Saturday night dances
and that kind of stuff.

Indian girls.

Your old man never taught you
anything like that.

Was it over a girl?

That I shot Munson's brother?

His brother?

No, it wasn't over a girl.
He owed me some money.

You mean you shot a man
because he owed you some money?

No, ma'am, because wouldn't pay me
and he didn't intend to.

And, being who he was,
he figured he wouldn't have to.

So we fought about it.

We were both liquored up,
but, all the same, he pulled his pistol

and he nicked me
with his first shot.

That's when I let him have it.

Then you killed him
in self-defence?

I could be tellin' you
a pack of lies.

You could be. Maybe you are.

But lying or not, tell me...

You're trembling.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

Why don't you go home and I'll bring
the sheep in when it's time?

Aren't you gonna
take a look at the pass?

That can wait.

Just following your advice
to give this ankle some exercise.

You been with him?

Must've had a good time.

You have a dirty mouth,
Mr. Munson.

(PLANE ENGINE ROARING)

Probably looking for us.

I don't like my sheet spoiled.

I came to offer an apology.

- The sheet can be washed again.
- Oh, I don't mean about that.

What you did just now
was just impulse.

A woman's impulse.

You didn't stop to think about the plane
the same way I did.

You were thinking about your wash,
how you'd have to do it over.

No, I owe you an apology
for what I said before,

what I hinted
about you and Ed Stone.

But I leave it to you
to understand that

when a pretty girl like you is around,
a man gets ideas.

A beautiful girl, if I may say so,
Miss Canham.

Did he ever tell you
how he got into trouble?

Yes, he did.
After I asked him, though.

What did he say?

Tried to enlist your sympathy,
I suppose, huh?

No.

- No, he didn't.
- Not that I'd blame him.

Because after all,
you hold the key to everything

that's going to happen,
you know that.

You have a little hand,
Miss Canham.

A woman's hand...

But it holds the whip
between me and Ed Stone.

That's why I wouldn't
have blamed him, if he had.

Appealed to you, I mean.

Just like I'm appealing to you now.

Earlier in the day, I had the idea
I might offer you money.

Quite a lot of money.
Up to a hundred dollars, say.

For what?

Just to tell me
where you hid your rifle.

But I can see now
that would have been a mistake.

I'm glad you could
see that, Mr. Munson.

No, that wouldn't
have been a good idea at all.

But there is one question
I must ask, Miss Canham.

Which side are you on,
between me and Stone?

I hope you don't mind my asking.

I suppose it's your duty.

- I think it is.
- So, I'll answer you.

If the man is in trouble
I think he should face his trouble.

In other words, you mean
that the right thing, the lawful thing,

is that this man be kept here
until I'm able to take him out.

I mean what I said, Mr. Munson.

You're the one who could
either keep him here or let him go,

you know that, don't you?

No, I don't.

There's one time in a woman's life
when she's most beautiful.

I suppose you think it's funny
to hear me talk about women.

But I've got a pretty wife
at home.

I know what a pretty woman
can do to a man.

She can drive him out of his mind,
make him forget everything but her.

There's just one time

when a woman reaches the peak
of her power over a man.

That's when
she is just becoming a woman.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(SHEP BARKING)

(SHEP BARKING)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

I've been trying out my ankle.

I think I tore a ligament lose again.

You seen Catty anywhere?

What did you do
to that girl today?

Pretty girl like that, too.

She said as soon as you get home,
to tell you she wanted to see you.

She went off by the water tower
or somewhere.

I said she wanted to see you
right away.

CALLY: Oh, wait a minute.

Turn around.

It's all right now.

Didn't you know
that I had a dress?

What are we gonna do about us?

What are we going to do?

You weren't in my plans.

I hadn't counted on you.

Anyone like you.

I hadn't expected you.

It's impossible.

You and me.

Quite impossible.

Great Britain
and the State of Utah.

The daughter
of an English school teacher...

Enough.

(BALLET MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAMB BLEATING)

You, er... figure to stay around
here a while now, Ed?

I asked you a question.

You asked me a question?

The answer's no.

Shep!

Mr. Munson, have you seen Shep?

- Maybe he went with him.
- With Ed?

I was up this morning at sunrise,
I thought I'd overslept.

He'd cleared out.

You're lying.
He wouldn't go without telling me.

There, you see?

Where have you been?
Munson said that you'd gone.

I could have been gone.
The water's down in the pass.

But I came back to say that...

You came back to say goodbye.

That's right.

After yesterday?

Yes.

But you promised me
that you'd...

Look, talking about
going to jail is one thing...

And walking into it is another.

FRANK: Miss Canham.

I want that rifle.

I'm not fooling
any more or asking.

(GRUNTING)

(SHEP BARKING)

(SNARLING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Father, I thought
you'd never get here.

Who are these men?

What are you doing here?

You're the owner here,
I take it, huh?

That's right.
And you're on my property.

I'm Cally's father.

I'm Sheriff Munson.

This man is my prisoner.

Is he badly hurt?

Nah, he's just knocked out.
He was trying to escape.

There's more to it
than that, Father.

Wait till you hear
both sides of the story.

You won't get the straight of it
from her.

- What's my rifle doing here?
- Munson tried to steal it.

FRANK: He's been working on her.

- Got her all mixed up.
- You'd better go in the house.

Do as I tell you, Catty.

- I'm glad you've come, Mr. Canham.
- So am.

You say she was trying
to help him escape?

- I'm afraid so.
- Hmm.

Well, you better take care
of your prisoner.

I'll go and talk to her.

Now, Catty

I want you to tell me,
in an orderly fashion,

what's been happening here.

And, if you can,
without emotion.

I'll try.

They've been chewing the fat
a long time.

What's the matter, you nervous?

And that's all of it,
piece by piece, as it happened.

All of it is about enough,
I should say.

I won't pretend
I'm not shocked, Catty.

I leave here for three or four days,
not even a week.

And I come back to find
our whole private little world

quite changed by the chance visit
of these two strangers.

It hasn't changed
between us, has it?

It would take a very great deal
to do that.

Will you talk to Ed?

Who's Ed?
Oh, you mean this fugitive?

I wish you wouldn't
call him that!

Well, that's what he is,
isn't it?

Isn't it?

(LOWERING VOICE) Yes.

You must be famished.
I'll get you something to eat.

(SIGHING)
No, I don't need to eat, thanks.

Understand one thing.

I don't blame you.

I blame myself,
the way I brought you up.

I've often grieved
that your mother didn't live,

but never as much as now.

I haven't prepared you for life.

You've had no friends, you made
the acquaintance of very few men.

You haven't been able
to acquire a yardstick

by which you can measure
the character of this...

This fellow.

I've had you.

Daddy, please talk to him,
will you?

With a fair and open mind.

He's in trouble,
and that means I'm in trouble, too.

Will you help us?

I'll help you
the best way I know how.

But I owe it to the officer of the law
to speak to him first.

Uh, Mr. Munson!

I'd like to have a word with you,
if you please.

Would you come
into the house, Ed?

Is that all right with you,
Mr. Canham?

Ask me if it's all right.

I trust my daughter completely,
Mr. Munson.

You can place your trust in the fact
that I'm in possession of this.

Well, Mr. Munson, may I have
your version of what happened in Utah?

He killed a man.
He killed my brother.

No, no. Just give me the facts.
The official facts, as sheriff.

As if the victim
were not your brother.

Well, that's fair enough.

The coroner's jury indicted him
for manslaughter.

He made a getaway.

For manslaughter? Not murder?

Manslaughter or murder,
my brother's just as dead.

- Guess your father's pretty upset.
- Yes, he is.

He's got a right to be.
He comes home here

and finds a couple of guys
fighting all over the place,

and finds out one of 'em
is trying to run off with his daughter.

He's behaving like a father,
he's worried about me.

Well, he's right,
and I'm on his side.

Like I told ya, I gotta get out of here
and out of your life.

What would you do,
sit around here and wait,

while I serve a term in jail?

Do you think that's
what I want for you?

If I told you I loved you, Ed...

Thank you, Mr. Munson.

Well, now I think I'll step inside

and have a little chat
with Catty and the young man.

What good could come of that?

Oh, I don't know, I'm not particularly
looking for any good to come of I,

except for Catty.

You see, for one thing, I promised her
I'd have a talk to this young man

and I never go back
on my word to her.

And, for another,
Cally's feelings are involved.

Very seriously involved.

I think you can understand my wish
to get her out of this

with as little damage
to her heart as possible.

Well, yes, I can understand that

but I still think
no good can come of it.

Well, perhaps this
will set your mind at rest

concerning my intentions,
Sheriff Munson.

(GUN CLICKING)

(CHUCKLING)

Take all the time
you want to in there.

Thank you,
you're very considerate.

- Is he feeling all right?
- I'll be okay.

Good.

Now, young man, there are two
separate aspects to this whole thing,

and the first involves
the circumstances

that got you into trouble
with the law.

I don't want to have to deal
with any of that.

We have courts
to take care of such things.

That's right.

Frankly, I should prefer
not to be interested in you at all,

but I have to be
because of Catty.

I left her here for a few days
believing that, though alone,

she was secure.

I come back to find her
involved with a stranger.

Whose chief claim to fame
seems to be

that he has successfully
evaded being brought to trial.

Tell him your side of that.

Your father wants to have his say,
so let him have it.

I have an opinion
regarding crimes of violence

and about men like you
who commit them.

I think they are weak men,

who allow their emotions
to overcome their intelligence.

Emotions of hatred
or fear or insecurity.

Oh, there's nothing
surprising in it.

Men kill their fellow man
every day.

Mala meus, malus animus.

What's that?

DAVID: Oh, excuse me, Latin.

No, what I mean to say is that
perhaps all men are killers by nature.

I don't believe that human nature
is God's most beautiful creation.

Or perhaps he made men good
and then spoiled himself.

How can we doubt this
when we see whole nations,

whose rulers, dominated
by passion and hatred,

threaten to destroy the world?

You write a good book, Mr. Canham.
Catty read part of it.

I liked what I heard.

But what's your theories
got to do with us?

Just this, young man.

Mr. Munson says you're a Killer.
Catty claims you're not.

I don't know you.
I don't presume to be your judge.

The dividing line between
those who resort to violence

and those who don't
may be a very thin line.

But it's a definite line.

Dividing the men of intelligence
from the beast.

I'm Cally's father.
And I love her, very much.

You should.

Her happiness is the most important
thing in the world to me.

Is that why you keep her
locked up like this?

I suppose you mean
I've been selfish.

I told Catty
I thought you were blind.

Well, I suppose you may be right.
I think you've proved that.

A girl alone,
first man who comes along.

I also told her, I'd try to get away,
if I could get away,

to keep
from hurting her any more.

Now, what else could I do?

Is that true?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

I admit I'm surprised.
Agreeably surprised.

Well, in that case, perhaps
I'm not too late in what I've done.

I, er... I've sold the ranch, Catty.

I'm going to take you
out in the world

and give you your chance.
Oh, I should have done it long ago.

- You sold our home?
- All but sold it.

I met Joe Edwards in town.

You know, he's always wanted this place
to add to his own.

I brought back a bill of sale
for your approval.

For as long as I can remember,
neither Catty nor I

have ever done anything
without each other's complete approval.

That is, up to now.

Daddy, I'd rather do anything
than hurt you,

but I have to say how I feel.

I love Ed and

I want to go with him
and stand by him.

I want to live with him
for the rest of my life.

I see.

I think Catty has the right to know,
and I think I have the right to know...

Just what it is you're afraid of,
back in Utah?

Well, it's a little mixed up
to explain.

You see, the Munsons back home
are very strong.

I mean the family,
there's a whole clan of them.

- Well, is the judge one of them?
- No.

Self-defence,
you might go soot free.

Not me. I don't have
a good name back home.

See, I was a little wild, so I didn't
build up a very good reputation.

What's the maximum penalty
for manslaughter in Utah, ten years?

- I'd never get to Utah.
- Oh, what do you mean by that?

I'll have to explain a little bit more
about Munson to you.

You see, he's not the sheriff.
I mean, not the regular sheriff.

He had himself deputised
so he could go after me.

He kept after me for two years
till he finally caught me.

He left his car in Los Angeles,

and he said we'd drive back
to Utah in it.

Well, we might
start out that way,

but Munson would never
let me get there alive.

You can't prove that?

I can prove it by gettin' shot.

Well, you've thought of it,
you're convinced of it,

- but you can't prove it.
- I think I can.

I'll tell Munson I'll go back,
but I won't go back with him.

I'll tell him I'll go back
and turn myself in when I get home.

He'd never believe it.
Why should he?

He'll believe you. You tell him.

Tell him I promise,
and I will promise.

Then give him Cally's rifle
and we'll see what he'll do.

But you and Catty
keep out of sight,

because he won't do anything
in front of witnesses.

I've already given him the rifle.

Good, then tell him to come in.

You've both gone crazy.

Take the Jeep.
When you get to town,

give it to one of the boys
in the garage,

- who will drive it home.
- Are the keys in it?

Look in the glove compartment.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Catty.

Darling, get control of yourself.

Where's he going?

I've given him permission
to use the Jeep.

He's given me his word
that he'll go back to Utah,

but not with you. I believe him.

Stay right where you are!

See ya in Utah!

Have you forgotten
that I keep my revolver

in the glove compartment
of the Jeep?

I put a gun within his reach.

Whether he uses it or not,
is up to him.

If he's a killer,
it's best to find out now.

All right, Munson!

Drop it!

Drop it!

I'm out of shells anyway.

I'm not. Get on your feet.

Get up!

Turn around.

Turn around!

I got one shell left!

That's all, Munson.

Well, Mr. Munson, you owe your life
to your prisoner.

- I hope you remember that.
- I'll remember.

Very interesting twist
to the Mosaic Law, I'd say.

An eye for eye, a life for life!

Your life,
for your brother's life.

Very interesting.

Ah, here comes Catty.

FRANK: Where's she going?

DAVID: Same place I'm going.

Same place we're all going.

Yeah, what's the name
of that place?

Vernal, Utah.

Vernal, eh?
Well, it sounds green anyway.

(SHEP WHIMPERING)

Oh, goodbye, Shep.
Be a good dog now

and take care of the place
till Joe gets down.

Don't want to stay, eh?
Well, I don't blame you.

Time we all moved along.

All right, first stop, Utah!