All language subtitles for S5E14 - Frightened Witness

Every town has
a personality of its own.

Some of them are tough
and begging for trouble,

like Tombstone or Dodge City.

But the town of Yellow Fork
was the exact opposite.

It was a peaceful
little community.

Most of its citizens were
small ranchers or farmers.

There was something wrong
here in the Yellow Fork.

Maybe it was
a little too quiet...

like a stick of dynamite waiting
for someone to light a fuse.

Wondered if my arrival
had anything to do with it.

My name's Hardie, Jim Hardie.

Special agent for Wells Fargo.

Who is it?

Jim Hardie.

Am I glad to see you.

I can tell that by the friendly
callin' card you're carrying.

Just wanted to be sure.

Come on in.

Sorry about sticking
the shot gun in your face.

All right. I'm practically
gettin' used to it by now.

What's troublin'
around here, eh?

I can tell you
in one nasty word.

Corbin.

Corbin?

You got him locked up
good and tight, haven't you?

Yeah.

For how long?

Monday's the trial.

He shouldn't bother
you much after that.

A lot can happen
between now and then.

Like what?

You talk to Corbin.
He'll tell you.

I will.

Hello, Corbin.

Well, look here.

The pride and joy
of Wells Fargo itself.

Social call, Hardie? You
come to turn me loose?

You're gonna walk
out of here just twice.

Once when they
take you over to court.

The other one when
you go out to hang.

Oh, I'm too young
to stretch a rope.

Figure I'll live
a long time yet.

That Wells Fargo agent
you killed, he was young too.

He was just twenty.

He had a lot of livin'
to do also.

Mm, you know what they say.

There are those
who are born to die young.

Make a bet with you.

Ten minutes after
that trial is over

I'll be in the nearest saloon
celebratin' my freedom.

I'll take that bet.

Your testimony ain't
gonna convict me.

I think you're forgettin'...

they were two witnesses.

Well, couple of hick farmers.

Seeing's one thing but, uh,

remembering, that's
somethin' else again.

Now, I got a feelin' that
those two sod busters

when they get into court
are gonna have a sudden

lapse of memory.

I wouldn't depend on it.

Well, you can see, I'm, uh...

real worried.

Matter of fact I haven't
had more than...

ten hours sleep since
I've been in here.

Ten hours a night.

Corbin's sort of
confident, isn't he?

Too much so.

Been that way ever since
he was turned over to me.

And I don't mind
tellin' you, Jim,

it's got me worried.

You talked to those
two witnesses lately?

Too busy staying right here,

keepin' an eye on Corbin.

I think I'll ride out there
and have a talk with them.

Might be a good idea.

Without Fraser's and
Matson's testimony

we might as well
turn Corbin loose now.

He looks pretty good
behind bars.

Keep him there for a while.

Good day.

How are you, Mr. Fraser?

He's dead. Look after him.

One of you men was riding
that bay gelding outside?

That horse belongs to me.

Well, he's a pretty good horse

to be receivin'
such bad treatment.

Meaning what?

Meaning the horse is overheated.

He needs to cooled out
and rubbed down.

Little exercise ain't
gonna hurt him none.

It's ten miles from
Fraser's place into here.

You call it a little exercise?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, I'll tell you.

You're the man that ambushed
and murdered Dean Fraser.

Accusing a man of killing is...

mighty serious.

You better be able
to back it up, mister.

That won't be hard.

I tracked you all
the way in here.

Your horse is standing
out there wringing wet.

The man I shot up there, I
shot somewhere on the left side.

You got a fresh bandage
on your left hand.

That fellow Corbin,
he's not goin' to be...

havin' to worry
about hangin' alone.

You goin' to right
along side of him.

Now, get up.

I'm turnin' you over to sheriff.

Go and get the sheriff.

What can I do for you, mister?

I'm Jim Hardie.

He's that detective
from Wells Fargo, Pa.

Well, what do you want?

Umm, Monday's the trial...

and I was wonderin' if we were goin' to
be able count on you for your testimony.

Well, no. I don't know...

I'm busy Monday I got
a lot of ploughin' to do.

Besides you don't need me.

Dean Fraser's
testimony is just as good.

Dean Fraser's dead.

He was ambushed this mornin'
by one of Corbin's men.

So we do need your testimony,
Mr. Matson, very badly.

Well, I ain't gonna show up.

I've got troubles of my
own I need to worry about.

If Pa doesn't go
to court, Mr. Hardie,

does the killer go free?

Yes, he does, son.

Well, I don't understand, Pa,

you told me he was a murderer.

You're not old enough
to understand.

Then perhaps I'm not
old enough either.

Corbin's a killer
of the worst kind...

and yet you're willing to stand
back and let him go out scot-free.

There's no sense in
discussin' it any further, Hardie.

I said no and that settles it.

If you're afraid for
yourself and your family...

then I can provide
protective custody.

My Pa isn't scared of anybody.

Are you, Pa?

Well, maybe you can
justify this to yourself.

But you're goin' to have a
hard time explainin' it to that boy.

If you change your mind, you
can find me in the sheriff's office.

I'll be there.

Billy...

What's the matter, son?

I had to do what I did.

I got rid of him.

There was nothing else
you could've done, Chris.

The little lady's right, Matson.

You saved yourself
a heap of trouble.

Ain't that so, Lee?

Yeah, kind of a shame in a way.

Nothin' I would've liked better

than to have
tangled with Hardie.

All right. Now you
got what you want.

Now get off my property.

You talkin' kind of
loud, ain't you, Matson?

You heard what I said. Get!

Well, listen to the clodhopper.

What're you tryin'
to do, Matson?

Show off for the kid?

Maybe he is a big man.

Let's find out.

Get up, Pa! Get up!

Jen...

take the boy inside.

You stay here.

Let the kid see what
kind of a man his father is.

Stop it! Stop it!

Haven't you done enough to him?

He's all yours, lady.

I guess that'll shut him up.

Can you make it
to the house, Chris?

Let's get the horses.

You're just walking
yourself into a lather, Jim.

Chris Matson won't testify,

there's nothin'
we can do about it.

Well, there's got to be
something we could do about it.

A man can't just commit a murder

and then walk out
without payin' for it.

In a way you can't blame Chris.

He's got a wife and
kid to think about.

I can blame him, too.

I can blame anybody that
don't stand up for justice.

I told him I'd put him and his
family under protective custody.

Who is it?
BILLY: It's me, Billy Matson.

Matson's kid.

What can we do for you, son?

I'd like to talk
to Mr. Hardie, sir.

Come on in.

Hello, Billy.

Hi, Mr. Hardie.

Never been in
the sheriff's office before.

Well, you're seeing it
the right way.

As a visitor.

What'd you want to see me about?

About my pa.

Since the fight, he
might've changed his mind.

What fight?

With a couple men.

They were in the house
when you came to see us.

Oh, sit down, there, Billy.
Tell me about it.

Well, couple of men
came up to the house,

and started pushing Pa around.

We never seen 'em before.

So they got in a big fight,
and, well, they beat up Pa.

Can I tie your horse up,
Mr. Hardie?

Well, that'd be
a pretty good idea.

When I get grown, Mr. Hardie,

I'm gonna get me a high
steppin' horse exactly like yours.

I bet you will too.

Then, I'm gonna go all over,
just like you do.

Movin' around
from place to place

is not nearly as much fun
as it looks like it is, Billy.

Anything's better than
bein' stuck on an old farm.

You get a little older,

you'll change your mind
about that, I betcha.

Billy, I've been lookin'
all over for ya.

I went in to town, Ma.

If your father knew that you'd
gone alone, he'd tan your hide.

Billy told me
what happened, ma'am.

Mr. Hardie is here to help us.

Or to hurt us.

No.

No, I'd like to
see Mr. Matson, if I could.

He's asleep now.
I wouldn't wanna wake him.

Mind if I wait?

It won't do you
any good, Mr. Hardie.

Perhaps not.
But I'd like to try anyway.

All right. Come in.

There's a fresh pot of coffee
on the stove, Mr. Hardie.

Can I get you a cup?

That sounds like
it would be fine.

Make yourself comfortable.

And you leave Mr. Hardie be.

There's no reason for you
to talk his head off. Aww, Ma.

Mr. Hardie...

Would you mind a lot... if I...

What is it you wanna say, Billy?

Well, I sorta wondered if...

if you'll let me
look at your gun.

Yeah. Yeah. I think that might
be arranged if you

just look and don't touch it.

That's really somethin'.

All Pa has is an old rifle.

I'm gonna have me a gun
one of these days.

Maybe I'll have two of 'em.

With tied down holsters.

Then nobody will push me around.

They'll all be afraid.

Any fool can
build up fear, Billy.

But it takes
a big man, a great man,

to build up respect.

I don't know, Mr. Hardie.

If Pa knew how to handle guns,

we wouldn't be
so worried right now.

No.

Your father's a farmer.

He's not a fighter.

I seen that yesterday.

You should've seen
the lickin' he took.

What're you doin' here, Hardie?

I thought maybe
we could have another talk.

Well, we said
all we had to say, yesterday.

A lot's happened since then.

How do you feel, dear? Terrible.

Having him here
doesn't help me any.

Son, you wanna
go upstairs for a while?

You'll have to forgive my
husband's manners, Mr. Hardie.

I'm sorry, Hardie. Sit down.

Thank you. I've been...

a meaner man than a lobo wolf

ever since this
Corbin business started.

HARDIE: Well, I can
understand that, all right.

Do ya?

I don't think you do.

You married, Hardie? No.

Well, I didn't think so.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
the job you've got.

You'd think a lot different

if you had a wife
and a youngster

to think about.

Did you ever...

stop to think why a...

why a lawman
takes the job that he does?

Certainly, it's not... money.

The average sheriff makes
less than $100 a month.

He has to furnish his own horse
and his own ammunition.

So it must be something
a whole lot bigger than that.

I'd like to tell you
what it is in one word.

Responsibility.

The same responsibility

that you feel towards
your wife and son.

Only a whole lot bigger.

Now, what kind
of a country would this be...

if a man could go out
and commit murder,

be taken in to courtroom
and turned loose

because one man was afraid
to testify against him?

Well, I...

I never thought of it
that way before.

What do you want me to do, Jen?

Whatever you think is best.

All right, Hardie.

I'll testify.

Yeah? Well, that's wonderful.

You won't be sorry.

I hope not.

I'll... stay here,
with your permission,

to see that
nothing happens to you

or any member of
your family. BILLY: Pa.

Would it be all right if I went
with you and watched in court?

Well, you'll have to
ask Mr. Hardie.

He's in charge of things
for the time being.

Well...

What the hell, you've already
seen the inside of a jail.

I don't see any reason why your
education should be interrupted

in seein' that the due process
of the law is carried out.

Does that mean I can, Pa?

Yes, that does, son.

BILLY: Oh, boy!

We got here early, Hardie.

Court doesn't open
for another hour yet.

As soon as I send a telegram,

we'll go over to
the Sheriff's office

and wait there.

Well, if it means
we got some extra time,

might as well
get some chores done.

I need some things
for the ranch.

Pa, look.

It's those men who
beat up Pa, Mr. Hardie.

What do we do now?

That'll depend on them.

Billy, you better
get out of the way.

Didn't expect to see you
in town today, Matson.

I'll bet you didn't.

Mr. Matson came in to testify.

Do you have any objections?

It's all right with us.

But he's makin' a mistake.

I don't know whether
Matson is or not,

but I'm sure your friend is,

if he reaches for that gun.

We got no fight
with you, Hardie.

Take it easy, Lee.

You oughta get smart, Matson.

You oughta do some thinkin'.

Think about your boy there.

You've got a nice lookin' son.

It'd be a real pity
if anything happened to him.

That's just a warning, Shattuck.

You keep away from my boy.

Looks like one beating wasn't
enough for you, clodhopper.

This time,
I'll do the job up right.

At least with Hardie here,
it'll be a fair fight.

I'd appreciate it if you'd keep

these other two
wolves off my back.

There's nobody
that'll bother you.

It's gonna be a real pleasure.

Come on, Pa! You can beat 'em!

If you wanna continue
that fight, I'll oblige you.

You sure licked 'em, Pa.

They won't bother us no more.

I sure hope not, son.

Pa licked 'em good and proper,

didn't he, Mr. Hardie?

He sure did, Billy.

And he won a
whole lot bigger fight

yesterday, when he decided

to testify against his man.

Never thought of it that way.

But I guess he did at that.

Hardie and that dirt-scratcher
got nice broad backs.

Too late to help Corbin
that way.

Gotta think of somethin'.

I already have.

Hey, you've got more
nerves than I thought, Matson.

It's not too late
to change your mind.

Long walk to that courthouse.

A lot could happen
between here and there.

You scared me off once, Corbin.

You can't do it again.

You take this, Matson.

Billy, you wait here.

But Mr. Hardie, you said...

If any shooting starts,

we don't want you
to get hurt, Billy.

What're you
nervous about, Hardie?

Nice to see a friendly
face around, isn't it, Hardie?

You hurt bad, Sheriff?

No.

Better go
get your wound looked after.

We'll take care of Corbin.

I couldn't leave him
in better hands.

All right. You've got an
appointment with the jury in there.

They'll never hang me, Hardie.

Yes, they will.

You lost your case yesterday,

when you couldn't scare Matson.

Now, there're
12 other honest men

sittin' in there, waitin' on ya.