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Mr. Goodnight?

Mr. Goodnight,
I have a 9:00 appointment!

Yeah.

Mr. Goodnight,
I have a 9:00 appointment!

Yeah, just a minute.

I'll be right with you.

Yeah.

- You're Goodnight?
- Yeah.

Morgan, right?

Come on in.
I'll be right with you.

I'll be with you guys momentarily.

I was expecting
someone a little more, um...

Lawyerly?
Yeah, I can't say I blame you.

Thing is, I was up all night
on a case.

No cause for concern.

You'll get your money's worth,
I assure you.

So, uh, it's true you've never lost
a trial?

So far.

What can I do for you?

Um, I need a patent.

So, you're an inventor?

I'm just an ordinary man
with an idea.

Well, every man is ordinary
until he does an extraordinary thing.

Right.

May I speak frankly?

Of course.

I'm not entirely sure if my invention
is 100% original.

Well, Shakespeare borrowed
all but three or four of his ideas.

That puts you
in pretty good company.

Uh, excuse me.
I'm in a meeting here.

John William Goodnight,
you're under arrest.

For what?

For disturbing the peace,
public drunkenness,

illegal gambling,

and destruction of property...
rooms 13, 47, and 49,

The Drake Hotel.

That, yes. Well, I will take care
of those damages right here.

So, um...

Uh, Mr. Morgan, I'll be in touch.

Okay.

You Goodnight?

Stand aside.
This man's under arrest.

Not anymore.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Do you know why you're here?

I have a few ideas,
most of them unpleasant.

I believe the word
is "unprofessional."

I can't argue with that.

Tell me...

do you like being a lawyer,
Mr. Goodnight?

Well, sir, while I-I have
a great deal of respect for the law,

I can't, uh, I can't say the same
for lawyers, myself included.

And why is that?

For a lawyer,
justice is inconsequential.

Victory is paramount.

Mm.

And you are tired of winning?

Well, you can be happy to know that

your winning streak
has come to an end.

You will no longer be practicing law
in the state of Illinois.

Are you, uh, taking away my license?

No.

Not quite.

Put your hand on the Bible.

It is with the power vested in me
by the President of the United States

that I hereby appoint you,
John William Goodnight,

to the position of Circuit Judge
in the Wyoming Territory...

...where you can continue
to demonstrate

your respect for the law,

and perhaps find
some respect for yourself.

Do you accept?

Do I have a choice?

No.

You know what I
will miss the most?

Looking out there
at all that land and sky

knowing it once was ours.

We could sell my ring.

You've already given up enough.

We all have.

It could buy us another month.

Another month without rain
ain't gonna grow those crops.

Besides, there are some things
that ain't to be sold.

Like what?

A wedding ring.

And a man's soul.

We did our best out here.
There will be other times.

I know.

Grab your things.
Don't want to miss the stage.

You keep hold of that, Johnny.

You don't let it break...

okay?

I got to go.

Where's the stagecoach?

This town doesn't have one, son.

We'll ride out on this
and catch a stage in Laramie.

We got enough for candy?

- Can I help you?
- How much for candy?

How much you got?

- Grab a handful.
- Thank you, sir.

I always go for the peppermint.

On your way, Judge?

Worn out my welcome, I think.

Well, not in my book. That piece
of dirt deserved to be hanged.

I hope so.

Looks like we'll
be traveling together.

Aldous Shaw, Circuit Judge.
My wife, Rebecca.

William and Anna Goodnight.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Where you folks headed?

- John.
- Oh.

- Where are you folks headed?
- Back east.

I'm afraid we just didn't
get lucky out here.

Droughts one year, floods the next.

Don't feel bad.
This is a hard country.

I've seen a lot of good people
come and go.

A true man is someone
who does right by his family,

no matter where that takes him.

Thank you, sir.

- Fred.
- Judge.

Rebecca.

John.

Mrs. Goodnight.

Do you have children, Mrs. Shaw?

Sadly, no.

With the judge gone so much,
we just...

Well, no child should grow up
without a father.

Though I often wonder
if we made the right decision.

Oh, I'm sure
you're blessed in other ways.

That we are.

Still, looking at your boy,

I can't help but think
what we've missed.

He's a good boy.

- He's very handsome.
- Yes.

Is that a six-gun?

Yes, it is.

You a good shot?

Not bad.

I shot a can off a fence post
with my pa's Winchester.

Son, with a gun like that,
he's not shooting at cans.

You ever kill anyone?

Son, watch your manners!

No, it's a fair question.

I have killed,
to uphold the law,

and when you
pull a gun like this,

chances are someone's
gonna be shooting back.

A man has to figure out
what he's willing to sacrifice

in order to do
what he knows is right.

I never met anyone
who talks like you.

Well, when a person's life
is in your hands,

you owe it to them to be
as good with your words

as you are with a gun.

So, if you don't shoot them,
you can talk them to death?

What's got into you?
Apologize to the judge. Go on.

No, not necessary.

You know who said almost
that very same thing to me?

Abe Lincoln.

You met President Lincoln?

We rode circuit together
back in Illinois,

before he was president.

Looks like you live
a charmed life, Judge.

Looks can be deceiving.

Driver, bandits!

Who are they?

I hanged one of their men
back in town.

I'm afraid they're looking
for blood, not justice.

- Get down! Get down!
- On the floor!

Faster, driver, faster!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hold on!

Mary!

Mr. Goodnight...

The Governor's offices
are closing now.

Where on Earth did you
find tulips in autumn?

Well, it wasn't in
the Wyoming Territory,

I can tell you that.

So, you saw the Governor?

- He's different than I thought.
- More talkative, I imagine.

Oh, yes, he's
a real chatterbox.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he told me
everything you wanted him to.

He always was very good
at taking directions.

Better than me, you mean.

You're angry with me, John.

It's just that the Wyoming Territory

is the most dangerous,
lawless place in America.

The last three judges there
met with an untimely death.

You're just as likely to meet with
one here, the way you've been living.

You know, I always hoped
you might settle down,

raise a family of your own...

...but you haven't, and you won't...

...not here, not like this.

Because beneath all
that fast talk and fancy clothes

and big-city manners,

you're still the same tortured boy...

...and I fear you will never have
peace until you have justice.

It's been my blessing
to raise you, John.

The blessing is mine.
You gave me a life.

You lost your parents,
I lost my husband,

but we have each other.

Now, go out there

and find that killer.

Make him pay.

There's no guarantee I'll find him.

He may be dead already.

That will save you the trouble, then.

Just remember, there's a difference
between justice and revenge.

Aldous knew that.

And when the time comes...

...you'll know it, too.

Will I?

Because after all this time,
I still dream about killing him.

I do, too.

But there are
bigger dreams to have.

This is the knife that killed Aldous.

This is for hanging my friend, Judge.

These are yours now.

Aldous carried this gavel
for 20 years,

calling order in every manner
of court you can imagine.

He always said you needed order
to respect the law,

and the sound of this gavel
in his capable hand

would bring that order.

Some people do not heed
the call of the gavel.

They come reluctantly to justice.

And for those
who require it a little more,

that same capable hand
would guide them...

...with this.

Oh, John.

Good luck.

Will the, uh, court come to order?

The Honorable
John William Goodnight presiding.

First case.

???
...

Yes?
What seems to be the problem?

What brings you lovebirds
to court today?

Trouble in paradise?

We have a bathtub problem.

Yeah, a big problem.

Bathtub?

- That's right.
- Yeah.

This beanpole
poor excuse of a man

insists on taking his bath first,

and he's so dirty
that, by the time it's my turn,

the water's so filthy, I might as well
go bathe with the pigs!

Well, she's so big

that, if she goes first,
by the time she's done,

there's no water left!

Have you considered
the possibility

of taking your baths
on different days?

Huh?

For instance, Ma'am,
you take your bath on a Monday.

Sir... you take yours
on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays?

And Fridays.

That's my ruling.
Next case.

- Well, that's why he's the judge.
- I'll snap your neck like a chicken.

...that will be
a $1 fine and 5 days in jail...

...I sentence you
to 3 years' hard labor...

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but?

...3 years' hard labor.

Order! Order!
Order, please!

Case dismissed!
You're free to go!

May God have mercy on your soul.

Please take the witness stand.

It's been my experience

that people who exhibit
such open contempt for the law

have generally just broken it.

Well, I ain't done nothing wrong.

Section 94
of the Wyoming Legislature

prohibits public spitting.

That's 3 days in jail and a $1 fine.

So, you're gonna jail me for spitting?

Son, your incarceration will be
a result of your own stupidity.

Now, I'm gonna read
the charges off this docket.

You tell me
which other ones you're guilty of.

Arson.

Assault.

Trespassing.

Stealing chicke...

Stealing chickens?

You know, I could maybe forgive that
if it were one chicken,

but you stole eight chickens,

and from a widow, no less.

He did that, Judge.

I'm ordering
you to replace the birds...

Praise be.

...and clean the public spittoons
for 90 days.

Oh, thank you, Judge!
Thank you! Thank you!

Next case.

Whiskey.

Leave the bottle.

I'm looking for someone.

I figure you see everyone
that comes through here.

The ones that drink, anyway.

It's a good bet
the man I'm after drinks.

He'd be about 50.

Took a bullet in the leg,
dragging a limp.

A lot of men
come through here with limps.

On account of the war, mostly.

You recognize this?

What did he do?

Shot up a wagonload of people
in cold blood.

You're a bounty hunter.

No.

I'm the judge.

My apologies, Your Honor.

I'll, uh, be sure to keep
a sharp lookout.

You do that.

You know, Your Honor,

I do have a little something
you might be interested in.

One of my girls is on trial.

You know, for what they pay me,
I could use a little extra cash...

...and I have been known
to do things I shouldn't...

...but unfortunately for you,
I don't take bribes.

Well, she's a real nice girl,
Your Honor.

Pretty, too.

Well, then, I look forward
to seeing every one of her virtues...

in my courtroom.

Uh, first case...

Jones versus Landry.

Miss Landry, you've been accused
of stabbing Mr. Jones in the hand.

How do you plead?

I'm innocent.

I'd like to hear from both parties.

Mr. Jones, you first.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I was returning home after
a social drink with my colleagues

when this floozy appeared
out of nowhere and stabbed me.

Now, this heinous
and unprovoked act

has rendered me unable
to use my right hand,

preventing me from exercising
my duties at the bank

and causing my wife
undue anxiety.

I see.

So, it is your testimony, then,
that she stabbed you for no reason.

That's right.

Sit down and tend to
your heinous and unprovoked wound.

Miss Landry,
did you stab Mr. Jones?

Yes.

But I had to.

I didn't know how else
to make him stop.

- Stop what?
- He attacked me.

Oh! That's a lie!

Look, I may be a lot of things,
but a liar isn't one of them.

You were drunk, and you waited
for me outside the saloon,

and you tried
to take advantage of me,

and when I said no,
you hit me!

I did no such...

I did no such thing.

I am a pillar of this community.

Thank you very much
for reminding me.

I'm ready to render a verdict.

Whenever I've
had to stab someone,

it's, uh, usually been
in the gut or the chest,

but Miss Landry here, she appears
to be a very robust young woman.

Now, if she had wanted to inflict
a more serious level of damage

on Mr. Jones,

it seems to me apparent
that she could have.

She could have stabbed him
in a more dire place, for example.

Instead,

he appears here today in this
courtroom with a wound on his hand.

It appears to be
a defensive wound.

While I find there is often reason
to stab a drunk man,

there is never good reason
to hit a woman.

Miss Landry, the charges are
dismissed, and you're free to go.

Mr. Jones, you're also free
to go... home with your wife,

and when you get there,

check your kitchen knives
and make sure that they're dull,

in the very likely event
that she may want to stab you, too.

What about my hand?

Use the other one.
Next case.

I thought you didn't take bribes.

If it happens after the trial,
it ain't no bribe.

What's going on?

Murder trials are pretty popular
around here.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He hated my father
because of the color of his skin.

He said he'd kill him if he ever
stepped foot in his restaurant again.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

About two weeks ago.
My baby brother took sick.

Papa went into town
to fetch him some milk.

He never came back.

And do you have reason to believe
that he went to Mr. Ayles' restaurant?

It was a Sunday night.
Everything else was closed.

When was your father found?

The next morning,
hanging from a tree by the creek.

I'm, uh, sorry that I have to ask you
these painful questions, Isaack.

It's just water.

You want me to drink
from your cup?

Go ahead.
I'm not contagious.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, Isaack, I want you
to think really hard here.

Did you or anyone that you know of

actually see your father
with Mr. Ayles

on the day that he disappeared?

No, sir.

Anyone in this courtroom?

Does anyone in this
courtroom have any knowledge

of Mr. Ayles committing
bodily harm or injury to Mr. Samuels?

Son, this is a court of law.

We require proof that a man
has committed a crime

before he can be punished.

You may sit down.

Harlan Ayles,
you're accused of murder.

- How do you plead?
- My client is innocent.

And with all due respect,
these proceedings are a farce.

A man is dead.
I'd call that a tragedy, not a farce.

This is a trial with no evidence,
no witnesses.

My client had nothing to do
with this incident.

Well, then, he won't be
needing his lawyer, will he?

Mr. Ayles has hired me
as his advocate.

Then I suggest you
give him his money back.

Mr. Ayles, step to the center
of this court.

But, Your Honor, you can't
run a courtroom without lawyers.

Yes, I can.
You know why?

It's my courtroom,
and I don't like lawyers.

Place your hand on the Bible.

Unlike your lawyer,

do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but?

- I certainly do.
- You'd better.

Be seated.

Do I detect a bit
of a Southern accent?

- Tennessee.
- Hmm, nice place.

It used to be. It's not the same
after the war, though.

Word is a little group
got its start there.

Maybe you've heard of them.

Call themselves the Ku Klux Klan.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Surely you read the papers.

Just the Bible.

A spiritual man.
That's comforting.

Your restaurant is
a whites-only establishment.

Well, it is within my rights
as a citizen to serve who I want.

Sadly, that's true.

Did Mr. Samuels
ever enter your restaurant?

Once, but I told him
he wasn't welcome.

What happened then?

Well, he left.
He understood.

Tell me, when was
this, uh, friendly exchange?

I'd say five, six months ago.

And your future dealings
with Mr. Samuels?

We had none.

So it is your testimony

that he did not come
to your restaurant two weeks ago

looking for milk for a sick child.

That's right, sir.
He did not.

This record indicates
that Mr. Samuels' murder

is the third lynching
in these parts in the last year.

Three lynchings, no witnesses?

And yet you have been called
to this courtroom each time.

And I have been acquitted
every time.

The only reason I'm here now

is because those Negroes
want to punish me

for not letting them
eat in my restaurant.

- You must have awfully good food.
- Yes, sir, we do.

It's the finest in town,
and I aim to keep it that way.

So, your restaurant...
does it have shiny silverware...

...fine china, and nice, clean,
white tablecloths?

Yes, sir, we do.

Have you ever noticed

how a white tablecloth
can resemble a sheet

out there in the dark?

You know, I do not care
for your insinuations, sir.

I-I'm a patriot,
and I fought for this country.

- In the Confederate army?
- Yes, sir.

Well, then, I might remind you, sir,

your side lost.

You may return
to your seat, Mr. Ayles.

Isaack, I'm sorry for your loss.

I, too, have lost loved ones
in a terrible way.

What I can tell you is,

while time heals the pain
a little bit,

it won't erase the memories.

It is my hope that, despite
all the evil that's been done here,

you'll be able to find a path
of dignity and purpose...

...and know that you
can take solace in the fact...

...that you did your father proud.

And you...

My gut tells me
that you are guilty as hell,

and I would love nothing more
than to see you swing

from the same tree
as Mr. Samuels.

But this is a court of law,
not a court of justice,

and the law is something
that I can't turn my back on.

Without any witnesses
or any evidence,

all I can do is acquit you,

so you are free to go.

A joke of a trial.

Now, the last time I checked,
this land belonged to white folk,

not a bunch of colored
who jumped off the slave ship.

I say we round up
every last one of them

and decorate the trees
from here to Knoxville!

Hear! Hear!

What the hell?

Ironic, isn't it?

Out here in the dark,
we're all the same color.

I'll be back here in three months,
another three months after that.

If I so much as see your name
on my docket again,

I'll come back,
and I'll hang you for real.

Get off of me!

Who the hell are you?

My name is
John William Goodnight.

I'm Circuit Judge,
sworn jurisdiction in this territory.

Yeah, well, we don't need
no judge out here.

Mister, you're lucky I am a judge.

If I weren't sworn to uphold the law,
I'd shoot you right now.

The way I see it,
we got a choice:

We can go into town
and deal with this,

or you can face the law right here.

Either way, justice
is being served today.

Yeah, well...

There's two of us
and one of you.

I like those odds.

When I drop this hammer,
one of you is gonna be dead.

There's a 50/50 chance that's you.

You still like those odds, gambler?

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Thank you.

You sure?

I can handle myself, generally.

They came on me by surprise.

So, you're our new judge.

John Goodnight.

Kate Ramsey.

I think it might be a good idea if I
rode along with you, Miss Ramsey.

I suppose that depends
on your intentions.

My only intention
is to get into Crooked Stick

to a bed and a hot bath.

I'm just a little mistrustful
of judges, is all.

I do hope you're
not like the last one.

What was he like?

Bought, owned,
and, thankfully, dead now.

You?

No, no, and not yet.

Well, you can ride along
with me if you like.

As low as they are,
they deserve to be buried.

Do you bury all the men you kill?

I don't know.
I've never killed anyone before.

My father taught me to shoot.
He's good with a gun, too.

Well, at least he used to be.

I've lived most my life
in Crooked Stick.

I probably should have left by now,
but, well, I feel an obligation.

My husband was the doctor there.

Since he died, I've tried
to take over where he left off.

You know,
I have been alone three years now.

That long, you'd think
I'd be used to it, but I'm not.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, are you alone?

I've got my horse.

Yeah, but can you
talk to a horse?

I've got a feeling you can.

Well...

I do enjoy
a good conversation.

It was a nice place to live
before Dan Reed showed up.

I could treat the Indians at my clinic
if not for Reed.

You heard of him?

You will.

He built most of Main Street,
and he employs almost everyone in it.

Naturally, his generosity
comes with a price.

No one stands up to him,
no matter what he does,

and a lot of what he does
is against the Indians.

When we get to town,
I'll talk to the sheriff.

Well, that won't do much good.

He's on Reed's payroll, too.

- I'm not.
- Yet.

If I were interested in money,
I'd still be in Chicago.

Do you always drink like that?

Like what?

Like there's no tomorrow.

There may not be.

You always talk so much?

What if I said yes?

I guess I could live with it.

Until morning, anyway.

I can't sleep.

Can you?

I'm trying.

You must have done
something awfully wrong

to be appointed to this circuit.

I imagine there are
few places on Earth as lawless.

I imagine.

Are you running from something?

Not that I know of.

It's a woman, isn't it?

You're here because of a woman?

Are you gonna keep
asking questions all night?

I might.

Well, no, I'm not running
from anything,

and, yes, I'm here
because of a woman.

My mother.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm, uh, glad to say
you don't talk in your sleep.

Well, I'm happy to see you drink
something other than whiskey.

Well, after you've had some of this,
you might prefer whiskey.

I tell you what...

When we get to town, I will make you
a real cup of coffee...

...along with the best supper
you've ever eaten.

Do you want to have dinner
with me or not?

Supper would be, uh... fine.

- Good.
- Good.

All right.

Here we are.
Crooked Stick.

Is something wrong?

- We got enough for candy?
- I always go for the peppermint.

That piece of dirt
deserved to be hanged.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I, uh, I've been here before,
a long time ago.

Oh.

Well, then, I guess...

Welcome back.

And thank you.

My ma says you're the judge.

I am.

My ma says you hanged a man
for spitting in Jackson.

Well, your mama heard wrong.

I would never hang a man
just for spitting...

unless, of course, he was spitting
on someone he'd just killed.

But if I spit, I'm not guilty
of anything, right?

Son, every man is guilty of something,
and you know what that is?

It's all the good that he didn't do.

Thank you.

How much is candy these days?

- Two cents, sir.
- Hmm.

This your store?

Uh, no, it's Mr. Reed's.

It used to belong
to my grandpa, though.

Is he around?

Uh, you actually just missed him,
but he'll be in tomorrow.

All right.

He's not in any trouble
or anything, is he?

No, no, not as far as I know.

Good afternoon, Sheriff.

John William Goodnight.

I'm here to replace Judge Henry.

Yeah.

We got a wire saying
he was gunned down.

That's just a terrible thing.

Well, being shot
in the back usually is.

Wouldn't happen on my watch.

Glad to hear it.

So, what do... what do you make
of our town so far?

Well, the candy's
pretty good.

Your jail is a little full, though.

I hadn't noticed.

Why are they being held?

Being Indian, I guess.

I didn't realize being Indian
was against the law.

Well, Judge Henry did.

Yeah, well, like you said,
he's dead.

And I'm here now,
so I will see those detainees

tomorrow in my courtroom.

Well, your... your docket's
already full.

- I'll make room.
- Mr. Reed won't like it.

Well, unfortunately for Mr. Reed,
I don't work for him.

And may I remind you, Sheriff,
neither do you.

I want to hear
this case first thing in the morning.

- Who is it?
- Kate.

Walk right in, why don't you?

You about done in there?

The water's still hot.

Well, you invited me to dinner.

Right. I...

Well, I-I didn't realize
that was tonight.

Well, I'm here.

And I'm hungry.

I'll just be outside.

You are hungry.

I don't eat out much.

Nobody asks me.
I don't like to dine alone.

The last time I was here,
I was with my father.

I haven't seen him
in nearly two years.

Where is he?

He moved to Laramie.

He's a businessman.
There's richer clientele up there.

Mm.

But, then, I never did
see much of him,

even when he lived here.

He was always coming and going.

Some men are restless
like that, I suppose.

I suppose.

Are you restless?

Not exactly.

But you've never been married?

You ask a lot of questions.

You'd make a pretty good lawyer.

Well, I thought
you didn't like lawyers.

Oh, I don't.

But I could learn to like them
if they all looked like you.

Thank you.

But you still didn't answer
my question.

Uh, there was a question?

Why haven't you married?

Because when you
get close to someone like that,

it's just one more loss you're
gonna have to face down the road.

Why do I get the feeling
that I scare you

more than those outlaws?

Maybe because
all they can do is kill me.

Relax, Mr. Goodnight.

The only thing
I'm interested in killing

is the rest of this steak.

You're doing a good job on it.

I know you're just passing through.

But that doesn't mean
we can't enjoy a nice evening

before you free
those Indians tomorrow.

So, this is about those Indians.

This is about a lot of things.

Well, before we, uh,
go any further,

I should tell you
I can't be bribed.

Well, might I remind you
that you're the one paying for dinner?

I have a feeling I'm gonna be paying
for this dinner for a long time.

Why, thank you.

Evening, folks.
Having a nice night?

Please tell Mr. Reed
we were having a lovely night

until you showed up.

I'd be happy to, as soon as the judge
here packs up and rides out.

Now, why would I do that?
I just got here.

I could give you some reasons.

Help, please!
Somebody, help!

Please, somebody, help!

You, come, please!

Please help him!

Come on.

Oh, come on.

I'd normally take you to the clinic,

but I expect you're used
to having girls in your hotel room.

Yeah, it isn't usually this painful.

Maybe it's best
you leave in the morning.

Best for who?

There is nothing you can do here.

I don't know why I keep hoping.

This place is poison.

You were just gonna leave
without waking me?

I figured I'd see you in court.

So that wasn't
a kiss good-bye last night?

If it was,
it would have been shorter.

I'll walk with you.

As much as I'd like that,

maybe you'd better wait
a few minutes.

I don't want people
getting the wrong idea.

This town already
has their ideas about me.

It's not your reputation
I'm worried about.

Judge Goodnight.

Dan Reed.

Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours, Mr. Reed.

I, uh, met your welcoming committee
last night.

Yes, I hear there was
a misunderstanding.

I apologize for their bad manners.

We have a pleasant
little town here.

I regret if you've gotten
the impression otherwise.

I see you appreciate guns.

Beauty, isn't it?

Make up for last night.

You have it,
with my compliments.

I've got a gun.

A man can never have
too many guns.

Judge Henry had three.

It's a pity he's no longer alive
to enjoy them.

That it is.

You know, I'm not altogether sure

your judicial services
are needed here.

We're used to handling
our own problems.

I'm glad to hear that.

I figure as long as I'm here,
I'll make myself useful.

And there's nothing I can do
to make you change your mind?

Afraid not.

I look forward to watching
you dispense justice, then.

On your way into the courtroom,
leave that gun with the deputy.

And what about your gun, Judge?

My courtroom.

My rules.

Yesterday, when I
arrived here, I recognized this town.

I was here as a little boy.

And while I can see that this town
has grown a great deal,

in some ways,
it hasn't changed at all...

...as evidenced by the members
of the Cheyenne

who are in this court today
after 30 days of incarceration.

I look forward to hearing
the evidence against them,

should there be any.

Sheriff...

They was arrested
for trespassing on Mr. Reed's land.

And where did this crime
take place?

I'm not sure.

You're sure it happened,
you're just not sure where.

That's right.

Is that because you
didn't actually see it happen?

Mr. Reed saw.

Of course he did.

Have a seat.

Mr. Reed...

...can you shed some light
on this mystery?

Be happy to, Judge.

Stand, please.

- Did you hurt your leg?
- Old injury.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I appreciate the concern.

So, why don't you start
by, uh, telling this court

how much land you own.

100,000 acres, give or take.

That's a lot of land.

That's the... that's the better part
of this valley.

I might have trespassed
on my way in.

It's the savages
I'm concerned with.

Not savages.

People.

The word "people" refers
to individuals rather than Indians.

Not in here it doesn't.

Those "people"
lit fires and spooked my cattle.

If they lit fires,
there should be evidence.

That shouldn't be too hard to find.

Be my guest.

I believe I already am
your guest, at the hotel,

which I'm told you own.

That's correct.

My hotel employs 23 people.

It pays a sizable tax
to the town,

which is helping to build
a new schoolhouse.

And, yet, with all that going on,

you still have time to concern
yourself with a few Indians

on a piece of land
you barely recognize?

I'm not on trial here.

No, no.
My apologies.

Must be the effect of that
good bottle of wine I ordered

at the restaurant last night,

which, I am told,
you are also the proprietor of.

I'm beginning to think
you're a bit envious, Your Honor.

Well, that may be,

considering that everything
I have in this world

would fit into two saddlebags.

You may sit down, Mr. Reed.

Why, thank you, Your Honor.

Who will speak for the tribe?

Curtis Whitecloud, Your Honor.

I will speak for my people.

Did you trespass
on Mr. Reed's land?

We come to town
only to trade supplies.

Our village is 20 miles from here.

We use an abandoned trail
that runs across a corner of his land.

It saves us a day's travel.

Did you build a fire
on this land?

We lit a small fire to keep warm.
We did no harm.

They've been warned
not to use that trail.

Do white people use the trail?

White people
don't threaten my property.

His people do.

Mr. Reed, the Cheyenne
have been building fires on this land

for hundreds of years

and somehow managed
to not destroy it.

So, you were arrested
in the act of trespassing?

No.

We were arrested when we
got to town, just like always.

- So this has happened before.
- Many times.

Sometimes they just spit on us
and call us names,

and sometimes they round us up
like cattle and beat us.

I see the bruises there
on your wrists,

and, uh, your clothes are torn.

What happened?

I was dragged down Main Street
behind a horse.

And the sheriff did this to you?

No.

It was them.

Can anyone step forward
and corroborate this testimony?

You know,
I'm beginning to think

there's something wrong
with the drinking water

here in Crooked Stick.

There seems to be
an epidemic of blindness.

I saw Mr. Whitecloud
dragged down Main Street.

I've seen things
that bad and worse, for years.

And you're
just coming forward now?

Yes.

Mr. Reed threatened
to torch my clinic

if I made any trouble for him.

Thank you, Miss Ramsey.

You may have a seat.

I'm ready to make my ruling.

Will the defendants please rise?

You don't knock a man down

and then accuse him
of living in the dirt.

You don't strip a man
of his clothes

and then punish him
for being naked.

While there are no laws
on the books of this territory

protecting Indians' rights,

there is a law that says you can't
hold a human being for no reason.

And we are all
human beings here,

regardless of our heritage,

and as such,
you men are free to go.

Mr. Reed, let this be a warning
to you and your men.

I don't care
how much land you own.

If I ever hear of another incident
of abuse regarding these people,

you will have the pleasure
of hearing another of my verdicts,

and I guarantee you,
you will not like it.

Case dismissed.

Next case.

- This isn't over.
- I expect it isn't.

My grandson said
you were looking for me.

You look the same
as you did back then.

You must be blind.

You still like those peppermints?

You remember me.

Well, it was
a pretty memorable day.

It was the last time
I saw Judge Shaw.

It seems like all the judges
who comes through here

end up with a bullet
in 'em eventually.

That's what they tell me.

I gonna do my best to see
if I can't break that tradition.

After today,
I wouldn't bet on it.

You know, it can't be
too good for your health

out here talking with me, either.

I'm an old man, long past
worrying about my health.

What do you remember about
the outlaws who killed Judge Shaw?

Not much.
They weren't from around here.

Best I recall,
they were just passing through.

- You remember any names?
- No.

Why the interest?
I thought they all died out there.

All but one. Took a bullet
in the leg and rode out.

If he's still alive,
he'd be about 50,

good with a gun,
dragging a limp.

Sounds like you're
describing Dan Reed.

How'd he make all his money?

I don't know,
and I don't intend to ask.

He just turned up here
half a dozen years ago with his wife

and started buying up
everything in sight.

He has a wife?

Not anymore.

She's the one
that re-named this town.

- We used to be called...
- Dry Gulch.

Yeah.
That's right.

She didn't think that was too pretty.
I have to say, I agree.

Of course, "Crooked Stick"...
it isn't much better.

Crooked Stick's
an Indian name.

Yeah.

Hey, come on, take a look!
Come on, you got to see this!

Come on over here!
Over here. Take a look!

It was him.

It was Reed.

Evening, Judge.

A man lies dead in the street,
and you're gonna do nothing about it?

Yeah.

Where's Reed?

He's in the hotel.
He's got his men there.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Keeping you company.

Evening, Sheriff, Judge.

Say what you got to say.

Mr. Reed...

I'm afraid you're
under arrest for murder.

So, who did I kill?

Curtis Whitecloud.

Yeah, I heard about that.

A real shame.

Get up.

You've got the wrong man, Judge.

I've been in this fine establishment
all evening

enjoying a leisurely dinner.

Don't bother ordering dessert.

One more time...

Get up.

You think because you've
got a lawbook and a gavel

you can tell me
how to run my town?

This isn't your town.

Well, I paid for most of it.
That makes it my town.

- Some things can't be bought.
- I disagree.

Kill him.

I expect they'll get a few shots off,

and from this distance,
I don't think they'll miss.

I guarantee you... I won't.

You'd give up your life
over a dead Indian?

Young lady, that's a very pretty dress
you're wearing tonight,

but if Mr. Reed
doesn't obey the law,

you're about to have
his blood all over it.

Hm!

Put your guns down, boys.

Go.

You're crazier than I thought.

You have no idea.

You see all these
fine citizens here?

When my men come for me,
they won't help you.

Nobody will.

You expect me to stay
in this filth-hole?

Last occupants...
they felt the same way.

Yeah, well,

when you think about it,

the more dead Indians
we got now,

the less we'll have to kill
in the next war.

- Is that a confession?
- It's a fact.

The way I see it is it doesn't matter
how many of them you kill.

It's not gonna change the fact
that your wife left you for an Indian.

You know nothing about my wife.

I know she chose
their way of life over yours.

I know that she left you
and all your money

with just the clothes
on her back

and you... you never
saw her again.

You have no idea
what you've started.

This started 20 years ago.

I'm just here to finish it.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your mind's so full of killing,
you don't remember it?

I remember it.

- Like it was yesterday.
- You really are crazy.

You shot up a wagon
outside of this town.

You thought you killed
everyone inside it.

You took my family and the judge.

But there were some survivors,

and one of them is here
to make sure you hang for it.

I know nothing
about your family.

But I do know
I never killed a judge...

yet.

See something
you fancy out there?

Funny, isn't it,

how feelings for a woman
can get in the way of things?

Tell them to let her go.

I'll let her go.

Unlock the cell.

Howdy, boys.

Let her go.

She's all yours.

You're not getting out
of this town alive, Judge.

- You all right?
- I am so sorry I got you into this.

- You didn't.
- He'll be back for you.

I know.

I want you to take my horse
and ride to the outpost.

- Stay there until I come for you.
- And if you don't?

- Don't look back.
- I can't do that.

You do feel something
for me, don't you?

Yes.

When this is over,
you are taking me out to celebrate.

There's this little place
outside of town.

The liquor's watered down,
and the food's awful,

but it isn't owned by Reed.

This isn't gonna end well, Kate.

Probably not,
but I'm willing to chance it.

Why?

Because if we somehow
manage to live through it,

I'm hoping you'll stay on here.

In Crooked Stick?

That might be the worst offer
anyone's ever made me.

I mean...

...with me.

You're right.

It's a terrible idea.

No, I didn't say that.

They probably won't kill us
till daylight.

What is it?

Where did you get that?

Why?

This ring?

Well, my father gave it to me

when I was a little girl.

Your father?

What's wrong?

What's his name?

Francis LeGrange.

Not Ramsey?

No, Ramsey
was my husband's name.

I don't understand
what this is about.

Your father...

He taught you to shoot?

He was a gunman.
That's why he was gone all the time.

No, I told you,
he was restless.

Did he have a knife... like that?

He had a lot of knives.

Did he have a scar on his leg
from a bullet wound?

You tell me right now
what this is about.

That ring on your necklace

is my mother's wedding ring,

and it was ripped off her finger
by the man that killed her.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

No. I don't.

You don't know him.
He's a good man!

Maybe he was just a good shot.

Did he ever tell you how he
got so good with a gun, Kate,

why he was coming
and going all the time?

How did he get
a woman's wedding ring?

Did he ever tell you how he made
his money when he was young?

I'll tell you.

Riding with an outlaw gang,
robbing, killing innocent people

and just watching them die!

You stop this!
This isn't a trial.

This is you talking to me

about my own flesh and blood.

Oh, I'm sorry,
but I'm not wrong.

He may not be that person now,
but he was,

and when I bring him in,

you ask him yourself.

You mean before you kill him.

Hey!

Come here!
Here, hand it back to her. Come on.

Looks like hell's in session
in Crooked Stick.

Well, for once, we agree.

It doesn't have to be like this.

I offered you
a chance to ride away.

You also offered me that fine
pearl-handled pistol of yours.

To be quite honest, I'm kind of
wishing I'd taken you up on it now.

How'd you come by it?

Condemned man's last words...

...and he wants to know
about my gun.

I won it in a poker game
in Laramie.

A mean son of a gun
who didn't like losing.

Did you catch his name?

LeGrange.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

No.

Tell your boys
to put their guns down.

- I'll give them a fair trial.
- Sorry, Judge.

No more trials.

Time to die.

Let's get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

Ride! Come on!

You would shoot
an unarmed man?

If I did, that would make me
no better than you.

You're the law now.
I expect you to do what's right.

Count on it, sir.

Anytime you're passing through,
candy's on me.

You may end up regretting that.

We'll be sorry to see you go.

It pains me to know
what I'm leaving behind.

Does it?

More than you know.

Well, you're leaving behind hope.

We didn't have that before.

That's not what I meant.

Where are you headed from here?

Laramie.

I'm looking for Francis LeGrange.

Don't think I know him.

Think a little harder.

Why didn't you say so,
Your Honor?

Let's leave my honor out of it.
Where is he?

You've come at last.

I've been expecting you.

You remember me?

Are you not that
distinguished gentleman,

Death?

You killed my parents.

I killed many.

It's something that just...

seemed to come naturally to me.

I never troubled
to recall the details.

You recall this?

When I was seven,
I watched my daddy get hung

and I listened to my mama praying
for his soul be saved from hell.

This isn't about your parents.
It's about mine.

So shoot me.
What do you care what I say?

I just want to make sure
I'm killing the right man.

There is no wrong man.

Everyone's guilty of something.

You think I didn't see you that day,

hiding in the bushes
like a scared little schoolgirl?

I let you live

because I knew,

I knew you'd relive
that nightmare over and over

until it tore you apart,

and I prayed
that when that day came,

you would take
your rightful place in my plan

to bring more pain
into the world...

...more pain than all the good...

You killed him?

Mr. LeGrange died
of natural causes, ma'am.

Frankly, I'm surprised
he lived as long as he did.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I was wrong.

The man I was looking for,
it...

wasn't your father.

This, uh, belongs to you.

I know that now.

What are you gonna do?

Watch you ride off.

And wish things were different.

I'm gonna miss hearing you talk.

Is that a kiss good-bye?

No.

You hold onto this.

For both of us.

I'll be back.

Well, when you come,

I might just be waiting.

---the end---

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