All language subtitles for Wagon Train S02E22 - The Jasper Cato Story

♪

Here we are getting
a late start again,

and it's your fault,
you little buzzard.

How could it be my fault if the horses
strayed? I wasn't the night wrangler.

The way you snore, it's the only way
a horse can get any peace and quiet.

Major Adams?

I'm Adams.

I've been told that the
next town is 100 miles away

and this is Indian country.

I'd be obliged to join
your train for that distance.

I can assure you I'm not
a fugitive from justice.

Well, if you are, I'd say you
left it a long ways behind.

What's your name?
Cato. Jasper Cato.

I can see you've guessed from my
appearance that I'm from the East. I am.

But I'm no immigrant.
What are you, then?

I'd prefer not to say
at this time.

But I assure you, my mission
is quite legitimate,

and I'm willing to pay my way.

Well?

We might be able to arrange
for you to come along with us.

I judge from your tone that
I'm being taken on probation.

That's right, you are.

All the same,
I'm obliged, Major.

Fall in behind that third
wagon there. Thank you, Major.

♪

Here ya are, Major.
I just poured it.

Thanks, Charlie.

Oh, uh...

Now, Mr. Cato... I've
been expecting you, Major.

We don't have to beat
around the bush, huh?

No, I don't like quibbling
myself. That's good.

Some of the folks on the train
are getting a little stirred up

the way you're walking around
looking at 'em,

looking into their wagons.

That makes it my business
to find out

just what the devil
you're up to.

Well, I guess maybe
I did go a little too far.

I apologize. That's not
quite enough, Mr. Cato.

Meaning what?

I want to know who
you're looking for, and why.

The man I'm looking for
is not a member of your train.

I've established that
to my satisfaction.

Or maybe he is,

and you're just biding your time

until circumstances
are more favorable for you.

I have been combing
this country for this man,

first east of the Mississippi,
now west, for nearly two years.

No, Major,
if I'd found him today...

I'd have got down to my business

right then and there.

And for your
further information,

the day I do find him

will be the most
fortunate day of his life.

Oh?

You're surprised?

Yes, a little. A little?

Yeah.

You see, Mr. Cato,

out in this country, when one
man is looking for another...

Seriously, the way
you've been going about it...

One of those men
is apt to end up dead.

Of course, I suppose that
would be the standard objective

of the sort of people who are
opening our great West.

You know, you kind of
rouse my curiosity.

One man scours the country
for nearly two years, you said,

looking for another,

just to hand him
a real pleasant surprise?

I don't feel obliged to reveal
the details of my mission.

You have a choice, Mr. Cato.

Either you convince me that you mean
no trouble for anybody on this train, or...

Well, it's a nice,
moonlit night,

I'm sure you'll have no trouble
finding the trail.

The man I'm lookin' for

disappeared from his home
in the East about two years ago.

Shortly after he left,
a relative died,

leaving a considerable estate.

Most of it was willed
to this man.

There were other heirs, but they
can't benefit until the estate is settled.

You represent this estate, huh?

I was engaged by the law firm
that handles the estate.

I would hardly consider that
making trouble for anyone.

No, no...

not unless you were looking
for him for some other reason.

Now, listen, Major... You
told me the man disappeared.

He did. Well, maybe he was in
some kind of trouble back East.

You don't have to be in some
kind of trouble to want to disappear!

True. Maybe he wanted to
make a new life for himself

as far away as he could get from
the old life that wasn't good to him.

True, true.

Now, why don't you
put your britches back on

and just sit down?

You convinced now?

Not necessarily, no.

All right, I'll go
a step further.

I'll describe the man
I'm looking for.

There's a bare chance that you might
have encountered him sometime, somewhere,

on one of your treks
out West. Could be, yes.

His true name is
John Thomas Daly,

known to his friends
as Jack Daly.

Name doesn't mean a thing
to me. What's he look like?

Well,
he'd be about thirty now...

a hundred and sixty,
hundred and seventy pounds,

wiry build, green eyes,
brown hair,

a slight scar on
his upper left cheek.

A tattoo on his right forearm...

an arrow-pierced heart,
wasn't it?

I wouldn't know, Mr. Cato.

Yep, that was it...

an arrow-pierced heart.

I'd kind of like to see
this young fella.

What'd you say his name was,
Jack what? Daly. Jack Daly.

I'd like to see
the look on his face

when you hand him
that big inheritance.

But, then,
I guess I never will...

'cause I don't recollect
ever having seen him.

I'm sure I'd remember if I had.

I'm sure you would.

You want me to put the stock
in the center of the circle?

Major? What?

You want me to put the stock
in the center of the circle?

Yeah, sure, Bill,
use your own judgment.

What's gotten into you, anyway?

Cato? Yep, Cato.

That fella he was talking about
sounds just like... Yeah, I know he does.

'Course, he could be
telling the truth.

Could be.

I've heard about
these missing heirs...

Takes years to find 'em
sometimes.

Well, we should know
by tomorrow,

we hit Clearwater by dark.

I'm gonna take a little ride.

You and Charlie take
over, will ya? Clearwater?

I'm scouting an Indian
party. You savvy? I follow ya.

I won't be back by morning, so
you and Charlie get 'em rolling.

Right.

What happens if these people ask
why we quit three hours before dark?

Just tell 'em that this is the last
good water there is before Clearwater.

That's right, it is.

Major, say hello to... well,
just anybody you might run into.

Yeah. I will, Bill.

Jim.

Major Adams!

Jim Collins.

By gosh, it's good to see ya.

How are ya, boy? Fine.

That's my boy!

Seth Adams Collins,
you're my man! Ha ha!

♪ We ride a big horse,
here we go ♪

Major, you're going to
spoil him half to death.

Oh, I'm not either.

Or scare him to death.

He's gonna make a fine, big
wagon master with those lungs!

Even a future wagon master
has to have his beauty rest.

You know, Jim Collins...

you're a mighty lucky
young fella.

You're so right.

Say, Major, you didn't tell me
why you're here.

Well, a man doesn't need a
reason to visit his own godson,

does he? No.

Wouldn't hold out on the
press, would you, Major?

By golly, that's right.
I forgot.

Jim, I never did figure you
to be a newspaperman.

Well, I never was one before.

Never was much of anything
till I met Millie.

Well, you were a right handy
boy around the wagon train,

for a greenhorn.

Jack of all trades,
master of none.

Besides, I was trying to make
an impression on a pretty girl.

Trying to show off, you mean.

Every time I poked my nose
out of the wagon, there he was.

Not that I gave him any
encouragement, you understand.

First time I laid eyes on him

I vowed I wouldn't
give him the time of day.

And the first time
I ever laid eyes on her,

I vowed she'd be giving me
all her time

for the rest of her life.

Love's like
catching the measles.

You don't just decide to
break out in spots, you do.

Anyway, a girl'd
be out of her mind

to marry a man with two wives.

With two... what?!

Ask anybody in Clearwater,
they'll say,

"Jim Collins, he isn't
just married to Millie,

he's married to
that newspaper as well."

I'm afraid she's right.

Anyway, he spends more time
with Bessie than he does with me.

Bessie? Bessie who?

Oh, a printing press.

Kind of a temperamental old girl,
needs a lot of love and attention.

Oh.

You think I don't, huh?

No, you're spoiled already.

Oh, I am, am I?

Come on, got to get
the front page to bed.

If Bessie doesn't get her rest,

there's no newspaper
in the morning.

Major, would you
like to come along?

Shouldn't take
over an hour or so.

No, I don't think I will.

I think I'll just
sort of hang around here

and flirt with
this pretty wife of yours,

if you've got no objections.

Would it make any
difference? Not a bit.

That's what I figured.

If it gets too late,
don't wait up.

He says that every week;
every week, I wait up.

Naturally.

See you later, Jim.

He's a good editor.

He's like my dad.

He used to say,
"A real newspaperman,

cut him and he'll bleed
printer's ink."

Yeah, I've heard that.

Uh... Millie, I...

Yes?

Well, I just wanted you to know
how we felt about your father.

We all liked him very much.
He was a fine man.

Yes, he was.

He was fine and brave
and generous.

Somehow I figured he'd
get well out in this country...

Dry climate, high, clean air...

I just thought that his lungs
would heal up out here.

They did.

It wasn't his lungs,
it was his back.

What was the matter
with his back?

Had four bullets in it.

What happened, Millie?

Well, Dad bought the
Clearwater Record by mail.

He thought it was cheap.

When we got here,
we found out why.

Nick Dawson...
You ever hear of the man?

Yeah. Gambler, isn't he?

He calls himself a businessman.

Gambling is a part
of his business, I guess.

Was he the one
that did your father in?

This was his town.

It was wide open,
tough as they come.

Dad decided to fight him.

You know, the pen
is mightier than the sword.

You ever try to stop a bullet
with newsprint?

What about the law, Millie?

There wasn't any.
That's why Jim took over.

Ran the newspaper...
he talked to the people.

Got 'em together,
got 'em to fight back.

He even petitioned to get us
a U.S. deputy marshal here.

There was an election coming up,

and Dawson's boys always won.

Well, this time, they lost.

What happened to Dawson
and his gang?

Three of his men were hanged.

The court let Dawson off.
Insufficient evidence.

You know, folks say
this is Jim's town now.

But they're wrong...
It's everybody's town.

And it's gonna grow,
because Jim made it happen.

Millie, I'm mighty proud
to hear you say that.

I'm proud too.

Hey, hey...

That's nothing to cry about.

You don't cry when you're happy.

Come on, honey,
what's the matter?

I guess I'm just scared,
that's all.

What are you scared of?
Surely not Dawson.

No... it's just that everything's
been so wonderful, so perfect,

I... I don't want it to end.

Now, now, now,
it's not gonna end.

It's gonna stay the
way it is, believe me.

Is it? Sure it is.

I think you better tell me,
Major.

Tell you?

Tell you what, Millie?

Why you came here.
It's about Jim, isn't it?

Is he in trouble?

Well, I...
I don't know yet, Millie,

not for sure.

You see, we didn't know anything about
Jim before he joined the wagon train...

Where he came from,
what he was...

But it just seemed like when
he crossed that Mississippi River

he crumpled up his past like an
old dirty shirt that he didn't need...

He left it on
the other side of the river.

Well, there were 100
wagons in the train, Major.

Some of 'em were filled up,
like my dad's,

with books and furniture
and keepsakes,

but there were plenty of others
what were traveling light.

I felt that was their business.

Sure it was, Millie.

But you're married to Jim now.

Did he ever say anything
about his past to you?

You may not believe this, Major,

but when a woman loves a man
the way I love Jim,

she doesn't ask questions.

Did he ever mention to you
the name of Jack Daly?

No.

Or Jasper Cato?

No, that I'm sure of. No.

Excuse me. Sure.

What's the matter, Millie?
What happened?

Bad dream, I guess.
Too much excitement.

That last yell
wasn't from the baby.

I thought I saw
something at the window.

Oh? What?

It was just the moonlight,
a shadow...

Looked like a face, that's all.

What kind of a face?

A man.

Did you recognize him?

No.

I just imagined it.

Maybe I've had
too much excitement, too.

I think I'll go get some air.

Maybe I'll stop in the paper
and see Jim.

Please.

You'll be all right.
Stop worrying.

I will, but will Jim?

Sure he will.

And so will you,
little wagon master,

you just be quiet and go
to sleep now, ya hear me?

Don't wait up for us,
honey. Good night.

Jack Daly? Yes. I knew him.

And?

He's dead.

Jack Daly's dead.

You're sure of that, huh?

I'm sure.

There's a fella on the train
coming into town tomorrow

says he's looking for Jack Daly.

Says he's got some kind of
an inheritance for him.

Daly's dead.

Fella on the train says his
name is Cato, Jasper Cato.

Two years.

Two years!

For what?

For Cato!

Who is he, Jim?

Jasper Cato?

He's a detective for
the Boston Police Department.

And Daly?

Well, I guess
I was wrong about Daly.

I guess he isn't dead.

Buried, but not dead.

Jack Daly, Major, is a thief.

Two years ago in Boston
he stole a thousand dollars.

He stole it from
the best friend he ever had.

Why don't you say it?

Nothing to say, Jim.

Just a common criminal.

Hunt him down, trap him,
cage him...

A menace to society.

And stupid, too.

Thought he could make a
fresh start, change his name...

fall in love, have a home,
wife, kids.

A thief and a fool.

You wouldn't want to have anything
to do with a man like that, Major.

I don't know, Jim.
I never met him.

But you take a man
like Jim Collins, now...

Jim Collins is
a friend of mine...

and I love his wife.

His kid is my godson.

If there was ever
anything I could do for him...

Well, it's like I said,
Jim Collins is my friend.

There were reasons...

The war, my folks being killed...

Well, maybe not reasons.
Just excuses.

Doesn't matter.

No, it doesn't. It's too late.

Years too late.

Tomorrow Jasper Cato
comes to Clearwater.

He's here now.

I didn't suspect
at first, Major,

why you made camp so early

and rode leisurely
off to the north.

But when I found that your
tracks turned sharply to the west,

I became curious about what or
who you were in such a hurry to locate.

Not being such a good horseman, I took the
long way around, came in the main trail.

Looks like I decided right.

Ready, Daly?

My pressman comes in
before breakfast.

I have a few things I'd like to
set up for him, if you don't mind.

Why not?

I'm a patient man, remember?

I remember.

Jim! Drop your gun belt, Major.

Drop it! I'm not foolin'!

Jim, you're out of your head.

There's rope in that drawer.
Get it for me.

All right now, sit down.

Now put your hands
behind your back.

Jim, this is not gonna help any.

If you start running again now,
you're never gonna stop.

Why don't you think of
your wife and kid?

I am.

How the devil can you
do this to them?

I told you I'd stand behind you.

I'm sorry it had to
end this way, Major.

Just tell Millie...

Well...

tell her I love her.

Jim, there's another way
to handle this whole thing.

Not with Cato.

Good work, Major.

Now, if you'll help me
with these handcuffs.

I think you'll find the key
in one of my hip pockets.

Hurry, man, hurry.

It's a moonlit night...
He'll leave a good trail.

If we have any luck at all
we'll catch up by morning.

"We"?

I thought you'd like to
be in on the kill.

A figure of speech, Major,
merely a figure of speech.

I'll be prepared this time,
though.

I'll meet violence
with violence.

I'm no fool.

No, you're not, are you?

You don't propose
to leave me like this?

I don't know yet.
I haven't made up my mind.

It's your duty to release me,

and assist in apprehending
an escaped felon.

I've heard there's a deputy
U.S. marshal in this town.

Seems to me it's my duty to turn
this whole business over to him.

He's not in town,

otherwise I wouldn't have
faced your friend alone.

If you aid in the escape
of a wanted man,

you become his accomplice...

In law and in fact.

Maybe so.

You'll be legally and morally
responsible for his future crimes.

If there are any crimes.

There will be, Major,
believe me.

This man is a thief!
A confirmed criminal!

He's still a man.

Sometimes men change.

Once a thief, always a thief.

It's an old saying, Major,
but a true one.

There's another old saying, too.
"The exception proves the rule."

What about that?

I've been a policeman
for over 20 years.

I never found an exception.

Never found any,
or never saw any?

Does this look like
the work of a reformed man?

You know, Mr. Cato,

there's a little animal around
these parts called a jack rabbit.

He's a very peaceful
little animal.

But if you chase him
long enough,

and run him hard enough,
and get him in corner,

he'll fight back.

I regret your stubbornness,
Major,

and your sentimentality.

Jack rabbit, indeed!

Distasteful though this may be,

I'm going to
unmask your Jim Collins

and show you what kind of a man
Jack Daly really is.

Sit down, Major.
This'll only take a minute.

Surely I deserve a hearing.

All right, Mr. Cato.

I'll listen. Go ahead.

It's not a very pretty story,
I'm afraid...

No Prince Charming,
no happy ending...

But it points a moral, Major,
a moral that could benefit you.

To you, and the nation,

the war's end was
a moment of triumph.

To the police,
it was just another problem.

The whirlpool of battle
had cast up a backwash of scum.

In Boston,
it clung to the waterfront.

Returned soldiers,
shirkers, deserters,

cheap bravos
from a dozen states,

all without visible
means of support,

save for raw whiskey
and a marked deck.

Some, the dregs of the city;

others, the proverbial
black sheep...

Weak, vicious, depraved,

already hopelessly mired in the
muck of vice and crime and violence.

As Inspector-in-charge,
I ordered special patrols

to maintain a 24-hour watch
over the docks and warehouses

on which the commerce
of the city depended.

It was over
by the time I arrived.

Two of the robbers had gotten
what they deserved...

Have a look. Yes, sir.

The other one. Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Your name.

Daly. Jack Daly.

You know who I am?

You think you're lucky,
don't you, Jack Daly?

Your friends are dead,
and you're alive.

That's lucky, isn't it?
Lucky for you.

Yes, sir... I guess so.

On the other hand,
maybe they're the lucky ones.

Take him to jail.
I'll see him in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Inspector Cato,

what about, uh...?

The morgue, of course.

The City of Boston
will provide a suitable burial.

Unmarked graves
in potter's field.

But sir, the young one... Simms.

Was a thief. Good evening.

Yes, sir.

I'm not hungry.

Man's gotta eat to live.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just a social call. Oh?

Wanted to congratulate you
on your new home, so to speak.

You got what you wanted, Cato.
I was convicted.

Not what I wanted...
What society demanded.

A murderer, a thief...
Are they really so different?

A man kills, probably a climax
of years of passion or despair,

his neck is snapped
on a gallows' rope.

Another man steals...

his motives are greed,
viciousness, selfishness...

But he lives to steal again.

I'd hang you as high as Haman.

My job is to enforce the law,
not to frame it.

Fortunately, I like my work.

So I've noticed.

Quick capture,
a sure conviction,

a pleasure I'm sure you'll give me
many times during the years to come.

Get out... and leave me alone.

You made a criminal
of young Simms.

He joined your gang
and was killed for it.

It wasn't my gang, it was his.

I don't believe you.

In six months
when you walk out of this cell,

my shadow will
fall across your footsteps.

From that day on,
wherever you go in the city

you'll be known...
Known, Jack Daly...

For what you are: a thief.

Get out!

Guard.

Till me meet again.

And we will.

Half a year later,
Jack Daly was a free man...

free to steal again.

When a plague stalks the city,
the conscientious physician

doesn't merely treat the
symptoms of the disease,

he uses every means in his power
to prevent the spread of the contagion,

to isolate the sick
from the well.

As a policeman, I had
a similar duty to perform.

Ten times in as many months,

Jack Daly sought to camouflage
his true character

behind a front of
so-called "honest work."

I had a job to do, and I did it.

Then he met a retired sea
captain, John Pederson...

Bull-headed, stubborn,
uncooperative.

Tell me, lad, this
blather... is it true?

Yes, sir, it's true.
I committed a robbery.

I spent six months in jail.

And I haven't been able
to hold a steady job since.

Because of him?

Yes, sir.

A man don't sail for 40 years

without coming to know the good ones
from the bad ones when he sees 'em.

I've got good eyes... they've
never fooled me, not once.

I warn you, Captain,

this man is a thief,
a born criminal.

He served his time, ain't he?

You got no cause against him.

Not yet...
Because of my vigilance.

Then weigh anchor before
I toss you over the side.

Captain, I don't know
how to thank you.

But you won't be sorry,
I promise you that.

Fortunately, Captain Pederson's
interest in The Sea Wind

was a comparatively minor one.

A talk with her master
convinced him of the dangers

in hiring a hand
with a record such as Daly's.

It was hardly a surprise
when less than two weeks later

the humanitarian
Captain Pederson

reported that his shop
had been broken and entered,

his locker rifled...
Missing: $1,000 in cash.

The rest was routine.

The money found
in Jack Daly's pocket

amounted to over $900...

It was an open and shut case.

Your Honor,
this previously convicted

and habitual thief...
Just a minute.

Judge, it's my money
involved here.

I oughta have the right
to do the complaining.

But...

It's contrary to procedure,
Captain,

but you have a point. Proceed.

Well, it's true
I was robbed, Judge,

but this money is not
the money that was stolen.

And this man is not the thief.

That was my money,
but I gave it to this lad.

Gave it to him so he could
start a new life

away from this man...

the man who has hounded him

ever since his release
from jail,

and will keep on until
the poor lad has to be a thief

to feed his belly! Your Honor...

Inspector Cato!

Proceed, Captain.

I demand that my friend
be released at once

and his money returned to him.

That's not all, Judge.

I also demand that
Inspector Jasper Cato

be charged with robbery.

He took Jack Daly's money
without his consent.

And if that's not robbery,

I'll stand six watches
in the crow's nest

in the dead of winter,
naked as a plucked chicken.

CATO: Your Honor, there's
something I'd like to say.

I should think so. Proceed.

Captain Pederson,

you have ridiculed me
before this court.

Now the whole town will be
laughing at me too, I know.

But the evil that you have
accomplished here today is not that.

You ridicule justice.

Your lie has made a hero
out of a thief.

But it did not absolve him
of the crime of which you know

and he knows and I know
that he's guilty,

and for which he will yet
come to justice.

You have no other evidence
to present, Inspector?

Not at this time, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Insufficient evidence.
Case dismissed.

Well, Jack Daly,

I suppose you feel lucky.

I can't prove your guilt
in this court.

Only your own confession
can do that.

But I swear to you before all these
people and before the Almighty

I'll get that confession.

I swear to you I'll hound
you however long it takes

to the ends of the Earth,
if I must,

till you confess that crime
and pay for it.

By morning,
Daly had disappeared.

When a thorough searched revealed
that he was not hiding in the Boston area,

I requested and received a leave
of absence from my superiors.

Just to hunt for Daly, huh?

Of course.

My search covered all the
sea ports on the Atlantic coast

from Bangor to Charleston.

And I picked up his trail,
followed it.

The Mississippi, the prairie,

and, thanks to you,
here to Clearwater.

Two years, 2,000 miles.

And that, Major Adams,
is the story.

As I said,
not a very pretty one.

No, it's not very pretty.

You left out
a couple of things, too.

I don't think so. I do.

In the first place,
you lied to me.

I'll see to that later.

But secondly,
and more important,

Why? I want to know.

Two years, 2,000 miles,

just to hunt for one man. Why?

He's a thief.

No other reason?

None.

Now, if you will kindly
remove these handcuffs,

I'll try and salvage some of the
time that your curiosity has cost.

Yeah, you'll probably catch up
with him sooner or later, anyway.

Where's that key? Hip pocket.

I'm gonna turn you loose,
mister,

but I'm gonna tell you
one thing.

You lied to me once... you're
not gonna get another chance,

just remember that.

'Cause I'm gonna keep
my eyes on you.

It's yours, Mr. Cato.

You've got yourself a prisoner.

I got to thinkin', Major.

Maybe if I'd never met Millie,
if there weren't the baby...

But now, after all I've had,

to go back to
the old way of life,

running, hiding, afraid...

I just couldn't do it.

It's better to go back to
Boston and get it over with.

Now you're taking
like a man, Jim.

What's this, Daly?

Some new trick?

If it is, it won't work.
I promise you.

No, Mr. Cato, no trick.

It's too late for that.

These are just some revisions
for the front page.

I have a responsibility
now, too...

The town, the paper.

I don't want to leave
without finishing my job.

All right.

Quite a distinction for a thief.

Your scribblings
are of no interest to me.

Jack Daly alias Jim Collins,

I hereby arrest you
in the name of

the Commonwealth
of Massachusetts.

It's my duty to warn you that any
statement you make can be used against you.

No statement.

I prefer to have you placed
in temporary confinement.

You've been free long enough.

Free?

Oh, Cato.

Hey! Come here, look at this!

Come here, look!

What's that?

Jim!

Millie!

You ready, Daly?

I am.

Your name Cato?

That's right.

I thought so.

Out of the way.

So this is the trick
you had up your sleeve, huh?

Instructions to your pressman.

Well, it won't work.

It's nothing like that,
Mr. Cato.

This is just an explanation

for these people
who believed in me

and gave me a chance.

Hmm.

It's the whole story,
and the truth.

You surprise me.

I was willing to do this thing
quietly, without any fuss,

but now, with all this bravado...

Mr. Cato...

why don't you try
a different word?

What word, Major?

Out in this country
we call it "guts."

Back in Boston you'd
probably call it "moral courage."

A quality not found in a thief.

We've got a long ride
ahead of us.

My friends, please!

Please!

Mr. Cato here
has a duty to perform,

and so do I. No! No!

No, listen.

It wasn't until
I came to Clearwater

that I learned what it's like
to live as a man... by the law.

Now I've got to apply those
rules to a man named Jack Daly...

a man I used to be.

It's true that most of the money
stolen from Captain Pederson

has been returned.

Nonetheless, it was stolen...
and I was the thief.

Just let him
try to take you back!

We'll run him clean back
to Boston where he belongs!

No, wait, listen...

We oughta string him
up! Stop! Listen to me!

I'll not be scared by a mob.

And don't you interfere
with a servant of the law.

I swore I'd get a confession
of guilt from this man...

I've got it.

And I'm taking him back with me.

You folks all know what Jim
Collins has done for this town.

We let him go now,
it'll be just like

giving Clearwater back
to the Nick Dawson gang!

Is that how you want it?
ALL: No!

You hear that, Mr. Cato?

Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it just a minute!

I want to talk to this fella.

Come over here.

You know, there's
a couple of questions

that I'd like to ask you.

Yes, Major?

Supposin' you take
that boy back to Boston...

What happens?

He'll have a fair trial
under due process of law.

Seems to me I remember you told
me he had a trial, and was acquitted.

The Constitution says you can't
try a man twice for the same crime.

Correction, Major: he never
had a trial before a court of law.

He had a hearing before a judge

who dismissed the case
for lack of evidence.

I now have that evidence
in his confession.

He'll be tried.

All right, suppose he's
convicted. Then what?

He'll be sent to prison,
of course, as the law says.

Why? Because he's a thief.

You know, Cato, I've
had a feeling all along

that there was more to this
case than is on the surface.

I think there's
got to be some other reason

for your relentless
persecution of Jim Collins.

This is hardly the time for a
lecture on elementary penology.

What is that reason, Cato?

Well, the reason for imprisonment
is quite obvious, Major.

Society must be
protected from the criminal.

And, if possible, the lawbreaker
must be regenerated

so he can occupy a useful place
in the world again, if possible.

I think it's possible.
I think it's already happened.

This boy Collins ran the worst
bunch of crooks in this territory

out of Clearwater.

Now, I think that's
useful, don't you?

And as for him being
a menace to society,

why don't you ask some
of those people out there.

My duty remains clear.

Your duty? Or your desire?

I've told you before, Major,

my interest in Jack Daly
is purely professional.

I didn't believe you then,
I don't believe you now.

There's a difference between
honest police-work and persecution.

You don't want justice, Cato,
you want revenge.

Why?

Why and how is Jack Daly
different than any other thief?

Go on, tell me, Cato.

Jim Collins had guts enough
to face up to his mistakes...

Do you?

I don't know, Major.

I've always thought
what I did was right.

Now I don't know.

Do you remember that
dock robbery I told you about?

There were two other men
in that with Jack Daly...

They were both killed.

One of them was my son.

I married late, for love.

It wasn't easy for her,
I realize that now.

She finally left, took my boy.

I hardly ever saw him again
until...

that night he was killed.

But he was a thief, Major...
Just like Jack Daly!

But he paid the price.
Now, why should he...

Well, I've always told myself
it doesn't make any difference,

it's just my job...
And I believed it.

But I'm afraid
I don't believe it anymore.

Mr. Cato...

It appears as if
I've lost, Major.

I've always been a bad loser,
and I always will.

Millie...

here's a present for my godson.

I got one for you, too.

Thank you, Major.

MAN: Hope that kid of yours
grows up big and strong!

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