Original subtitles

Come on, Little Joe. Can't you load no faster than that?

Can't I load it any faster?

Why don't you try pitching and let me stack for a while?

You must be forgetting.

I did the loading this morning, you did the stacking.

Now it's your turn to load a while.

No, I ain't forgetting.

I'm just complaining.

(sighs)

Now I ask you.

Did you ever see two guys work so hard

and accomplish so little?

I'll have to admit they're a bit on the slow side, Adam,

but then, they're pretty puny,

especially the one on top of the wagon.

ADAM: Yeah.

So, what are you doing?

Oh, I thought I'd give them a hand.

If we're going to make that dance in Virginia City,

we don't have much time.

It won't take but a few minutes.

Well, as long as you're such a fool for work, Dave,

be my guest.

(laughs)

(cloth tearing)

Oh, hey, ain't that the shirt

you sent all the way to St. Louis for?

Yeah.

It's in pretty bad shape now.

Huh. Well, I can send for another.

Come on. We better get the rest of this

hay loaded before your pa skins us alive.

LITTLE JOE: And he can sure do it, too.

MAN: Dave Walker?

You stand right where you are, Walker.

(grunts)

Drop your gun belt.

I don't know who you are, Mister,

but you're gonna go home in a box.

I'm a United States marshal, and this is my prisoner.

Well, what did Dave do?

You got the wrong man, Mister.

Now, hold it!

I'll kill the first man who tries to interfere.

(theme song playing)

Dave didn't have a chance, Pa.

Marshal clubbed him

before he knew what was happening.

(door opening)

I'll have a look at your credentials, Marshal,

if you don't mind.

A tin star and a shotgun won't get you off the Ponderosa alive.

I said your credentials.

"United States Marshal Emmett Dowd,

"Los Angeles Office of Southwest

Territory."

Now, was it necessary to half kill the boy, Marshal?

He had a pitchfork.

I don't take any chances.

Dave's the one who didn't have a chance, Marshal.

Marshal, Dave Walker has been working

for me for almost a year now.

In all that time, I've never known him

to commit an act of violence of any sort.

If you have any complaints,

you can lodge them with my superiors.

Oh, I'll do that. You can count on it.

DOWD: In the meantime, you tell your boys to step aside.

I'm gonna take my prisoner into Virginia City.

On what charge?

Murder.

Let's go.

Do you have to treat him so roughly?

Mr. Cartwright, I'll handle my prisoner in my own way.

Now, look, he's not an animal.

Treat him with some consideration.

Mr. Cartwright, it's a federal offense,

punishable by fine or imprisonmentor both,

to interfere with a United States marshal

in the execution of his duties.

Now you step aside.

Don't you fellas think you'd better get dressed

if you're gonna make that dance?

(sighs) After what happened to Davey,

I don't feel much like dancing, Pa.

Me, neither, Pa.

Pa, do you really believe what that fella had to say

about Dave being guilty of murder?

Well, the question of Dave's innocence or guilt

still has to be proved at a trial.

Yeah, that is, if he gets one.

Dowd acted as though he's already been convicted.

Yeah.

Ain't there some way we can stop him, Pa?

Hoss...

he's a United States marshal.

His orders are to take Dave back

to Los Angeles to stand trial.

Yeah? Maybe if some of Dave's friends got together,

we could change all that.

Now, Joe, whatever we think of Dowd as a man,

he still represents the law.

There must be a better way to help Dave.

We're listening.

Well, we can ride into town tomorrow morning, for one thing.

Talk to Dowd.

Stage for Southern California doesn't leave till noon.

Yeah, but how can we help him?

I don't know.

I do have a lawyer friend in Los Angeles

I'd like to telegraph a message to.

Yeah. I'd-I'd like to buy old Dave a shirt, too.

Replace that one he tore up helping us load the hay.

Yeah, that'd be a good idea, Hoss.

Well, the three of us'll leave in the morning then.

Three of who?

Well, Hoss, Adam and myself.

Yeah, what about me?

I think you'd better stay here, Joe.

Somebody has to get the rest of the hay in.

HOSS (laughing): That'll keep him busy till spring, Pa.

(laughing)

(laughter)

Well, this country's growing up, Pa.

Wasn't always you could send $1,000 flying through the air

from here to Los Angeles.

Well, at least it'll provide Dave

with the kind of help he'll need.

HOSS: Pa?

I'm getting just about ready to kill a man, Pa.

Oh, what now?

Well, I just took that new shirt over to Dave,

and you ought to see what that marshal's done to him.

What about the sheriff? Didn't he try to stop him?

No. He's up at Pyramid Lake or someplace.

Ain't nobody over there but that deputy,

and Dowd just shoved him aside.

We better get over to that jail, see what we can do.

BEN: Dave?

Let me see your face, boy.

(sighs)

Dan, how did this happen?

Dowd. Brought the boy in last night,

and then demanded a cell.

I couldn't refuse to cooperate with a U.S. marshal, Ben.

And he did this to Dave?

Well, I didn't see it happen.

Curley had the night duty.

He said Dowd came back to check the boy's chains.

Pa, I'm gonna kill him.

Well, that wouldn't help matters.

Now, Dave, did you give him any provocation?

Do you think he needed any, Mr. Cartwright?

But why?

You didn't offer any resistance.

Why would he want to do this to you?

Maybe because he's just that kind of man, Mr. Cartwright.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess that's so.

Dave, Pa's wired $1,000 to a lawyer friend in Los Angeles.

Make sure you get a fair trial.

Adam, you think Dowd's gonna let me reach Los Angeles alive?

David...

did you commit this murder?

Mr. Cartwright,

I don't even know what Dowd is talking about.

(sighs) All right, Dave.

We believe you.

Where's the marshal now, Dan?

He's over at the hotel packing his bags.

The stage leaves in 20 minutes.

Well, that'll give us enough time.

Come on, boys.

Oh, Hoss?

Thanks for the shirt.

Nicest one I ever had.

It's all right, Dave.

Uh, Mr. Cartwright,

thanks for everything you've done for me,

but don't bother trying to talk to Marshal Dowd.

It won't do any good.

Well...

(with Austrian accent): Good morning.

Will you please see that our bags are taken out to

the stage?

You talking about the stage to Los Angeles?

Yes, sir.

I think that is the name of the little village.

You see, my daughter and I are not so familiar

with this part of your country.

But we like it very much.

It's so very beautiful.

Isn't it, Father?

Indeed, my child, it is.

And we are looking forward to the rest of our journey.

There's nothing between here and Los Angeles

but 500 miles of dry, hot desert.

But your desert is most remarkable.

We have never seen anything to match its rugged splendor.

You'd better wait for the next stage.

We're not taking any passengers on this one.

No, no, we cannot wait.

You see, we have made arrangements already

at Los Angeles.

There will be a sailing vessel waiting for us

on which we have reservations.

I said no passengers.

Hello, Marshal.

Hello, Cartwright.

You're blocking the door.

Yes, I know.

We've just seen what you did to Dave Walker.

He resisted my efforts to shackle him.

Well, was there any need to chain him to that bed?

Just the need to make sure

he didn't escape from that fleabag jail.

What about his face?

What'd you hit him with?

Cartwright,

get out of my way.

Mister, if you weren't a United States marshal...

The point is, I am.

Let him out, Adam.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I present myself?

My name is Dr. Anton Strasser.

This is

my daughter, Andrea.

Ma'am.

Well, I'm, uh, Ben Cartwright.

These are my sons.

Very pleased to meet you, gentlemen.

Could you kindly tell me,

is there some danger in our taking this particular stage?

Danger?

No, there's no danger.

It might prove to be a bit unpleasant

for you and your daughter.

Unpleasant? How do you mean?

Well, Doctor, you see, they're...

they're taking a young man in chains

on that stage to Los Angeles.

In chains?

But why?

Is he a criminal?

No, ma'am, he's not a criminal.

But it might be safer if you did take the stage next week.

But Father, surely he cannot prevent us

from taking the stage?

Easy, easy, my child.

Sir, I don't understand.

This gentleman who carries a gun--

is he an officer of the law?

Well, he's a...

he's an officer of the law, all right, but, uh...

you must remember, Doctor, we're a young and rough country.

Well, we have seen men like this

who carry guns and abuse their power.

It happens everywhere.

Even in my native Vienna.

But, Father, we've got to get on that stage

if we're going to make our connections.

We'll see what can be done.

Thank you so much, gentlemen.

(speaking German)

Stand away, Mister.

He doesn't need any help.

On your feet, Walker.

I said get up.

(chains rattling)

Once before I've seen that kind of lawman.

How do you mean that, Dan?

That Dowd doesn't intend

for Dave to get to Los Angeles alive.

Look, Dan, isn't there someone you can send along

to look out for the boy?

I'd go myself, but we're two men short as it is.

We couldn't spare anybody

till the sheriff gets back from Pyramid Lake.

Think I ought to go along, Pa?

Adam, this isn't really our affair.

Isn't it?

Then why'd you wire a thousand dollars

to the lawyer in Los Angeles?

To make sure the boy gets a fair trial.

Well, maybe that's why I want to go along--

see that he lasts long enough to get a fair trial.

Pa, maybe you ought to send me along, too.

Charlie, have you any empty seats?

Far as I know,

we're not carrying anything

but the marshal and his prisoner.

STRASSER: Say, driver.

Please take our luggage aboard.

My daughter and I will travel with you.

I told you at the hotel--

there'll be no other passengers on this trip.

Sir, you have no right to do this--

this is a public vehicle.

Tell your father to step out of the way, Miss.

I don't want to hurt him.

But my father isn't well.

And we must make that boat connection.

I'm sorry, Miss.

But we haven't any weapons.

Surely we can't endanger you and your prisoner.

Marshal...

are you commandeering this stage?

I said there'd be no passengers

on this trip.

Well, you know you can't take over a public carrier,

Marshal Dowd.

It's for their own safety.

I can't be responsible

for what might happen on this trip.

Well, you can just not bother yourself

about that anymore, Mister.

Me and my brother here are gonna go along with you

to make sure nothin' peculiar does happen.

BEN: That's right, Marshal.

If you've any objections

you can telegraph your superiors for instructions.

All right.

Hand your guns to the driver.

Hand up your guns, boys.

You won't need 'em for what you have to do.

DOWD: Lock 'em up!

DOWD: Yours, too.

I'll take the key.

Good luck, Adam.

It's all right, Marshal, you, uh--

you just keep your seat.

I'd just as soon ride up there with Charlie, anyhow.

Okay, Charlie.

Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Shake them hips, Maybelle! Get!

Yah! Yah!

(Charlie grunting)

I'm forgetting my manners, Miss Strasser.

You and your father met the gentleman with the shotgun.

United States Deputy Marshal Emmett Dowd.

But as for the prisoner...

Well, I'm not certain whether

or not the law permits us to recognize him.

Perhaps you could advise us, Marshal?

We have a long journey, Mr. Cartwright.

Let's not make it more difficult than is necessary.

Well, looking at your prisoner, I would say you're making it

a lot more difficult than is necessary.

Since you are so well-armed, Marshal,

why is it necessary that your prisoner remain chained?

Does it disturb you to see a murderer in chains?

I don't care to see any man in chains.

Particularly an innocent one.

Walker's guilt will be established

when we reach Los Angeles.

(Charlie exclaiming at horses)

Yah, get up there, Lucy!

Shake them hips, Maybelle!

Burn it, Charlie, why don't you try missing

some of them jug holes every once in a while?

It's a long ride ahead of us, Adam.

There's no sense in your gettin' red-necked 'cause of me.

I'm finished.

You can't say that.

If you're innocent, you can't even think it.

Andrea, please.

You mustn't submit to what he stands for.

(whip cracks, Charlie yelling)

These chains don't encourage a man to fight back, Miss.

(grunting)

Charlie, I sure am going to be happy

to get my britches off of this... this torture rack.

Well, we'll be stoppin' to water the horses another mile or so.

Yah! Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Yah!

Whoa-ho!

Howdy!

Howdy.

Ten minutes, folks. You can get out and stretch,

if you don't mind the snakes.

I sure am glad you folks came by.

What's wrong, Mister?

Oh, my horse lost his shoe a ways back.

That's bad luck. Where are you headed?

West.

Which shoe is it?

Oh, it's that left front foot.

Yeah. It ain't no shoe, Mister.

You ain't going very far on that old pony.

He-He's got a bad stone bruise.

Well, maybe you got room for an extra passenger.

I got the fare. Hold it!

What's your name, Mister?

Cutler.

Hurd Cutler.

Where you from?

Well, up north.

I asked you a question, Mister. Answer it.

Well, it's a good enough answer.

Up north.

Ranch near the Truckee River.

I'm headed for Los Angeles.

All the way across the desert with that one canteen?

Well, I figured I'd get me another one

at the next stage station...

Marshal.

Well, how about it, driver?

You got room for me topside?

Yeah, I guess so.

HOSS: We can't just leave him stranded out here.

It's better than a week till another stage comes by.

Didn't I see you in Virginia City?

Oh, I don't reckon so, Marshal.

(chuckles)

Nearest I ever got to a silver mine was Laredo.

A land jobber sold me and my partner a salted claim.

Did you get back at him?

Naw. Hangin' party got to him first.

Well, well, how about it, Marshal?

Uh, I'd be grateful to you

if you let me ride to the next stage station.

I can have my horse shod and be on my way.

I'll let the driver keep your gun.

ADAM: Well, the marshal is taking all our guns.

He's afraid one of us might lose his head.

(Charlie exclaiming at horses)

CHARLIE: Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Thank you, Miss.

CHARLIE: Yah, yah!

Yah, Maybelle, come on!

Well, thar she is.

Thar what is?

The beautiful state of California.

That God-forsaken desert's Californy?

You ain't never been to California before?

Yeah. I been to California.

I been to San Francisco, lots of times, Charlie,

but it sure didn't look nothin' like that.

Well, this is Southern California.

The station's right beyond those hills there.

(grunts) Southern California, huh?

Yep.

I can tell you one thing, Charlie.

It sure ain't gonna ever amount to much.

(chuckling)

Yah! Yah!

CHARLIE: Yah! Get up there, Lucy!

Yah!

Whoa! You frisky females.

Hi, Charlie.

Hi.

You're about a half-hour late.

You run into trouble along the way?

Nope. Not on the way, Micah, you old highbinder.

I brung it with me.

Just so's you wouldn't be losing out

on your share of the misery.

(Charlie laughing)

Only six for supper, Charlie?

Only six, and one in chains.

But I don't reckon he'll be having much of an appetite.

He's on his way to be hanged.

Do tell.

Well. A young one, huh?

I bet you some gal's gonna be crying her eyes out.

Maybe more than one gal, eh, sonny?

I'd like to think so, old-timer.

What are they gonna hang you for?

Horse thievin' or card sharpin'?

For twistin' the arm off a nosy old desert rat.

(laughing)

Oh, say. I like this boy, Marshal.

Yes, siree.

Say, are you plumb set on hanging him?

I suppose you're the station master.

Yeah. That's me. That's me.

Micah Bailey.

Now, eh, the gents will bed down in the dining room.

And the lady in the parlor.

Don't you have any private accommodations?

What's he talking about?

Well, I reckon what he means, Micah,

is that he wants a private room.

Well, I tell you, Mister, the only thing private out here

is the hole that a man gets buried in.

And even that's liable to be stolen out from under him

by thievin' Apaches.

Breakfast at daybreak.

Supper at sundown.

If you're late, you don't eat.

Everybody, hold it just a minute.

Old man, do these doors lock?

Yep.

I'll give these back to you before we leave in the morning.

Dr. Strasser,

you and your daughter will occupy this room tonight.

Thank you, Marshal.

Hey, Bub, you just wait a minute.

That's the station master's quarters.

Cartwright, you and your brother, Cutler and the driver

will occupy the parlor.

My prisoner and I will take the dining room.

Ain't you forgetting about me?

Sleep in the kitchen.

He's being thoughtful again as usual, Micah.

MICAH: Ain't you leaning kind of heavy on that tin star, Marshal?

Now you listen to me.

I'm station master here-- me, Micah Bailey.

I'll say who goes where.

Mr. Bailey, it is a federal offense punishable

by fine or imprisonment

or both to interfere with a United States marshal

in the execution of his duties.

It means he's taking charge, Micah,

whether we like it or not.

Oh, put that strongbox, uh...

over by the stove.

Mr. Bailey, how many firearms do you have at this station?

Half a dozen rifles locked up in the liquor stores

and this.

Are the keys on here?

Yeah.

Well, until I leave,

I will take charge of all firearms.

Mister, this is Apache country.

I wouldn't let loose of my shootin' iron for any man.

Especially a blowed-up tin star.

Bailey!

That's an order, old man.

Can he do this to me?

Aw, dad-gum it, Micah,

I reckon he thinks he can.

You better go ahead and do like he tells you.

For the time being, anyhow.

Well, that ought to--

that ought to get you across the desert, Cutler,

but I'd sure be careful of that stone bruise if I was you.

Well, thanks a lot, Hoss.

You fellas want supper,

you better rustle your shanks.

I'm just dishing up beans and side meat.

That sounds mighty laverin' to me, Micah.

Come on, Adam, let's go.

Uh, what kind of beans?

Wild beans.

I picked 'em myself.

Mesquite beans.

Yeah, Little Joe warned me if I went on a trip with you,

I'd be eating cow fodder.

You talk like I rode ahead and ordered them.

Well, if you didn't, how come

they're on the menu first night out?

You know, come to think of it,

it does sound a little strange, don't it?

Oh, I don't think so.

It's sort of like bees and honey.

You and cow food

just seem to go together.

Yeah.

Here's some more coffee, folks.

Here...

You haven't touched your food.

First time I ever remember my appetite deserting me, Miss.

I can hardly blame you.

I wouldn't feel much like eating either.

Andrea, please.

But you must eat.

We still have a long journey, haven't we?

Yes, Miss, a very long and rough one.

You must eat.

It will give you strength.

I'll get by, Miss.

When we get to Los Angeles, perhaps my father and I

can notify your family.

Well, that's thoughtful of you, Miss,

but there's no one to notify.

My ma died when I was no bigger than a polliwog.

Never knew my pa.

Ma said he was a man with restless feet.

I think she loved him more than he was worth.

And you took after your father?

No, Miss.

I always tried to stay put

for as long as I was allowed.

Looks now like I'll get my wish.

I'll be settling someplace for good.

Look, Dave, you're not convicted yet.

You're going to be back on the Ponderosa in no time,

don't you worry.

A lot can happen between now and the time I get tried.

If the lady will forgive me,

I think I'll finish my cigar in the other room.

If the rest of you are through with your meals,

I'd be obliged if you'd all go to your rooms.

Is that a request, Marshal?

No, Miss Strasser, that is not a request.

Good night.

STRASSER: Andrea, please.

Nothing to be gained by arguing with authority.

But, Father...

Come along, child.

We have a long journey tomorrow.

Good night. Good night.

CHARLIE: Good night. Good night.

Good night, Dave.

I'll be all right, Adam.

Don't lose no sleep over me.

Good night, Dave.

(coyote howling)

You afraid I'll sneak out in this harness, Marshal?

Or that one of them will jump you while you're asleep?

Adam Cartwright, for instance, or the station master?

How long has it been since you slept, Marshal?

Almost a year.

Has it really been that long?

I can't imagine what keeps you going.

(whistling tune)

(cup bangs)

(whistling continues)

I'm not much at carrying a tune, Marshal.

But I can tell you what that song's about.

It's about a girl named Cora

and the way she died...

(groans)

You shut your filthy mouth, you hear me?

You shut your filthy mouth.

(coyote howling)

(spits)

Adam...

you awake?

How can anybody sleep with you rolling and tossing?

Well, dad-burn it, I can't help it.

This confounded couch is plumb alive.

Every time I get in another position,

it sprouts another hair.

Look at that.

(spits)

* *

Hey, Cutler's gone.

I didn't hear him get up.

HOSS: Neither did I.

(door opening)

(wind whistling)

(horse whinnying)

(rattling)

(horse nickering)

(horse whinnying)

(horse whinnying)

Cutler, come on out.

CUTLER: Yah! Yah! (horses neighing)

(grunts)

You murdered him.

He tried to kill me.

He was Walker's accomplice.

We knew he was hiding out near Virginia City.

Well, I wouldn't count on

catching that boat, Dr. Strasser.

Why?

We lost the horses.

My brother and the others are trying to find them.

How is he?

His collarbone is shattered,

several ribs broken

and he may have serious internal injuries.

You just had to kill somebody, didn't you?

He was trying to help Walker escape.

I had my eye on him ever since I spotted him in Virginia City.

I never knew suspicion could rot a man's mind.

You really believe that, huh?

All right, have it your way.

I killed Cutler in cold blood.

Are you satisfied?

You want to kill yourself?

Lay back.

All we ever asked of you was to have

a little compassion for the prisoner.

Compassion?

You mean, feel sorry for him?

Well, now is there anything wrong with that?

He's used this trick before-- on Cora.

Cora?

My wife.

I killed her with that shotgun.

Well, now what's that got to do with Walker?

Because he worked his ways on her, too.

Before I could get him back to Los Angeles

for the murder of a paymaster,

she tried to release him.

And he deliberately pushed her in my line of fire

to save his own rotten skin.

Now we know the reason for the chains and the beatings.

If you believe it, Doctor.

It's not going to work, Dowd.

You go from brutality to sentiment

and I don't buy it.

Cartwright.

Take that.

What's that for?

I'm deputizing you.

You take Walker back to Los Angeles.

You mean you want me to take your place?

That's what I mean.

But you-you can't deputize somebody like this.

Can't I?

A United States marshal has the authority

to deputize any citizen.

And if I refuse?

You can't refuse.

It's your duty to take that badge.

And you are bound by law to accept and carry out any...

reasonable commission.

Well, how's Mr. Dowd?

I hear he almost got run over by some horses.

He was trampled, almost killed.

Oh, now, ain't that too bad?

And to such a nice fella, too.

Dave, you have anything to do with it?

You hear that, Miss?

Adam, you don't mean that, do you?

Look, I'm asking you

if you had anything to do with the attempt to kill Dowd.

Why, Adam?

Why are you asking me that?

(sighs)

Because he gave me this, his badge of office.

Well, give it back to him.

It's his, not yours.

I can't do it.

It's mine now.

He deputized me to act in his place.

He did what?

Dave, I'm a deputy United States marshal now.

Sure. And I'm Billy the Kid or Jackass Sam.

Look, Adam...

I'm the same man I was an hour ago.

I'm Dave Walker. I'm your friend.

I know that, Dave.

Well, for a minute there, you had me worried.

You started to sound almost like the marshal himself.

"This badge is mine."

"I can't give it back."

That was pretty funny.

(metal clattering)

Yeah, I guess it was.

Well, now that's settled, Adam, well, what about these shackles?

Well, what about them?

Well, I want them off.

Like you said, Adam, I'm not an animal.

Why should I be chained like one?

You did say that, didn't you, Adam?

Yes, I said it.

Well, then, take them off.

I don't like the idea any better than you do.

I think the marshal would rather they stayed on.

The marshal?

Who cares about the marshal?

You've seen for yourself what kind of man he is.

(horse whinnying in distance)

(door opens, shuts)

Well, I... I found one of them.

Where are the others?

Which others you talking about? Horses or men?

I mean Micah and Charlie.

Hey, what's the matter with you, anyhow?

Nothing's the matter with me.

Now, where's Micah and Charlie?

Well, if I know Micah,

he's probably fallen in a chuck-hole someplace.

Don't worry, Adam, I'll-I'll find him.

You heard him, Miss?

Yes, I heard him.

I thought he was my friend.

Oh, I think he is your friend.

Then why doesn't he do something about these shackles?

It's up to him now, nobody else.

Perhaps he'll do it in the morning.

Perhaps all he wants is wait until morning.

Why?

Why would he want to wait until morning?

Oh, I don't know, David.

I don't know.

You know something?

You called me David.

Well, yes, I'm dreadfully sorry. I-I didn't mean to...

Oh, why not?

That's my name, isn't it?

Yes, it's your name.

Sure, it is.

David.

I like the way you say it.

Say it again.

What?

My name. Go on. Say it again.

David.

Yeah.

David.

Only you say it better.

You say it better than I've ever heard it before in my life.

You're not going anyplace.

Sit down.

That's better.

Andrea.

That's your name, isn't it?

Yes.

Andrea Strasser.

It isn't true what the marshal said, is it?

Of course not.

You don't believe that, do you?

No, I don't believe that.

I'm innocent, Andrea.

I swear I'm innocent.

I know. I know that.

Andrea?

Yes, David?

These chains...

I can't stand to be in them any longer.

I know, but you'll have to wait until morning.

No.

No, we don't have to wait until morning.

But what can we do?

The marshal, he's got the keys.

You can get them,

and he won't be able to stop you.

But what about Mr. Cartwright?

Well, you heard him.

He's pinned on that star.

He's just like the marshal now.

Oh, I don't believe that.

All right, I should have known better.

I guess a back fence stray like me

doesn't have the right to ask people for help.

I'll help you, David.

I'll do anything you ask.

You know, I was right.

The way you say "David,"

I've never heard a sound as beautiful as that

in all my life.

(coyote howling)

How is he, Father?

He's asleep now.

Fortunately, I had some pills in my case.

The poor man-- he must be in terrible pain.

Strange, isn't it,

how one can feel sorry even for a man like him?

We are in a strange land, my child.

Yet it isn't so strange.

A man is a man, and unfortunately,

a doctor is also a doctor.

And so he helps,

whether he wants to or not.

Yes, Father, and so he helps.

Let's go back to bed.

How about the marshal?

Him?

He won't move an eyelid until morning.

Then you go to bed, Father.

How about you?

I'm not very sleepy.

I'll be in soon.

Good night, my child.

Good night, Father.

* *

You got them.

Yes. Here.

That's it.

Now here.

That's right.

Give 'em to me.

(chains rattling)

(chains rattling)

Andrea...

I'll never be able to thank you enough.

David, you're free.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm free until the next time I run into Marshal Dowd.

David, what are you going to do?

I'm gonna give the marshal a taste

of his own medicine.

Oh, no, David.

No, you mustn't!

Mustn't I?

I killed his wife,

didn't I?

You think he'll ever be able to forget that?

No!

ADAM: Hold it right there, Dave.

You shoot me, Cartwright,

you'll have to kill her first.

Is that the way it happened with the marshal's wife?

Now I'm not gonna shoot you, Dave.

That's right, I forgot.

The marshal put all the guns in the strongbox.

You don't have anything, Cartwright.

You're wrong, Davey.

You still don't have nothin'.

Out of the way, Cartwright!

(chains rattling)

(both grunting)

Cartwright, that's enough!

Hit him once more and I'll kill you.

What, you're worried about him?

Yeah.

He's got a trial to go to.

If we hadn't been along, you'd have killed him

long before he ever got there.

Maybe.

For almost a year now I've lived for nothing else.

But you just made me realize what I was turning into.

Get in.

(horses snorting)

I reckon you're gonna be mighty happy

to get aboard that ship, aren't you, ma'am?

I'm not certain I will, Hoss.

After what you've been through?

You Americans have a way of making things happen so quickly.

In Europe it sometimes takes a generation to put things right.

Well, ma'am, I-I reckon you could sorta chalk it up to our weather.

Weather?

Yes'm. You see,

we got so dang much weather out here

and so dat-burn much land we gotta whip,

that, well, we just ain't got time

to be puttin' things straight with each other.

You're a born philosopher, Hoss.

Me?

What-what'd she mean by that?

She means, if you was any smarter

you'd still be the second dumbest man in creation.

And you're lookin' at the first.

It's a toss-up.

Let's get goin'.

MICAH: Charlie...

get 'em outta my station, before anything else happens!

Yah!

(Charlie grunting)