All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E27 Incident at Deadhorse (1).eng

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end
of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on,
head 'em up, Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

This court's back in session.
That means there's gonna be quiet

or somebody's gonna get their
head busted.

[GAVEL BANGING]

As of right now, the bar's closed.

The defendant will take his chair

and the rest of you,
kindly keep your mouths shut.

Eh, Asa, next man opens his face,
you close it, you hear?

Yes, sir.

Jud, I said sit.

I hear you, and I'm sitting.

TANNER: Territory of New Mexico,
County Union,

circuit court of Judge John Hogan
is now in session.

Case of the people against
Jud Hammerklein of this territory.

Take your hats off.

Charlie, get your hat off.

Now if any of you start
talking out of turn out there,

or otherwise trying to horn in
on judge's conversation,

you gonna find yourself in
that water trough out there. Head first.

That your ruling, judge?

- That's right.
- Yes, sir.

All right, Ephraim. Let them in.

You boys got a verdict?

Uh, afraid so, John.

Well? Let's hear it.

Well,
there ain't no two ways about it.

Jud, you're as guilty as a liquored-up
Paiute Indian on a Saturday night.

MAN 1: What?
MAN 2: Shut your mouth.

Out of his own friends,
you convict him!

You're the foreman,
why did you let them do it?

I want it quiet in here.

Judge says quiet, he wants quiet.

[MURMURING]

All right, Wolski, you can sit down.

The defendant got anything to say
before this court passes sentence?

John, you ever know a time
when I didn't have something to say?

All right, you men.

The way you voted,
that was the only way.

Don't have it on your conscience.
I would've done the same thing.

Al right, so I killed me a man.

A lousy little card sharp,
he wasn't the first one.

Between him and the first time I saw
the Apaches some 30 years ago,

I must have 20,
25 unmarked graves to my credit.

Some of them, I'm sorry for.

I wish that it could have been
done in another way.

Couldn't be. And it couldn't
with this lousy card sharp either.

Two weeks ago Monday,
there were four Hammerkleins.

Me and my three boys.

Two weeks ago Tuesday,
there were three Hammerkleins.

Me and these two kids right here.

This lousy card sharp

pulled a derringer and shot Albie,
he's my youngest,

he shot him stone cold dead.
And for what?

A lousy six-dollar stud pot.

So I got my shotgun
and I went looking for him.

No fair draw. No back to back.
No 10 paces. Nothing.

And when I found him,
I blew him out of the county. All right.

There is no doubt I'm guilty
but so is every man in this room.

Because every man in this room,
including you John,

would do exactly the same thing.

You tell him, Jud.
We're behind you all the way.

[ALL SHOUTING]

They'll never hang old Jud.

Like Jud says,
there's no doubt about this.

Any one of us probably would
have done the same thing.

You know why?

Because we don't know any better.

Thirty years ago, we made our own
rules out here, because we had to.

Twenty years ago,

we watched those same rules
change this sun-fried hell

into a place a man could call home.

And 10 years ago,

a woman could sleep
through a whole night

without using a rifle for a pillow.

That was then. That was yesterday.

The book's closed now, Jud,
chapter verse and conscience.

Now, it ain't even today
we've got to face now.

It's tomorrow, the day after that.

That's right.

Back in Boston, they got laws.

The same laws that work
for people in St. Louis,

Buffalo, now in Deadhorse.

This is tomorrow. It's here now.

And we can't sweep it
or the law under our rugs.

Not anymore.

Now, we all gotta answer to the
same law that works for everybody.

You, me,

even a little white-fingered gambler
wearing a shiny black coat

and carrying a hideout
nickel-plate popgun.

You killed him, Jud.

No matter what he was
or what he'd done,

the law says you got to answer for it.

Stand up, Jud.

For the willful premeditated murder,
uh, of Nate Neilson

occupation, gambler,
address unknown,

in the township of Deadhorse...

Go on, go on. Say it, John.
We know you're the judge.

Territory of New Mexico,

you're sentenced to hang
by the neck until you are dead.

And may the Lord have mercy
on your soul.

John, you know
that gambler had it coming to him.

I do not know it. That's for a court
to decide. Not you, me or Jud.

The law specifically states
trial by jury not by fury.

If you think we're gonna stand
around and watch you hang our pa--

Mark, Mark, you just take it easy.

You're not talking
to John Jefferson Hogan now,

you're talking to the law of the land.

Sentence will be carried out
at 3:00 on the 13th,

that's Friday next.

Asa,

both the prisoner
and the execution

- are now your responsibility.
- All right.

You're gonna have to get yourself
another boy.

I ain't gonna spring that trap on Jud.
Nobody else will in Deadhorse.

That ain't something a friend can do,
I know.

I intend to telegraph
the Territorial Governor

and ask him to send
you a professional.

Oh, come on, Asa,

put that piece of tin back on your chest.
You look naked without it.

You know and I know,

nobody is gonna hang me
professional or otherwise.

HOGAN: Now, Jud, I'm giving you--
- All right. I know.

I give you my word. No trouble.

And that goes for the boys
and everybody else.

I'll do what the law says.

I'll sit in Asa's jail
until 3:00 on the 13th.

By then, Boston law will go back
where it belongs.

Deadhorse will be back to normal
and I'll just go back to my place.

Drinks are on me.

[ALL CHEERING]

If it's all right with you, Your Honor?

Court's adjourned.

Look, next time you're in town,
come on out to the ranch.

We'll fry us a steer.
I got some whiskey we can work on too.

Like Jud says,
without it you look naked.

So you understand it, John,

that law you was talking about,
that might work out back in Boston,

some of them northern towns.
But it ain't gonna work here, not for Jud,

and ain't no sentence,
no jury, no scaffold,

or no hangman gonna make it
a bit different.

Three o'clock on the 13th.
It's your responsibility.

[CHATTERING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

Jim?

QUINCE:
Hmm?

Tell me, is, uh,
scouting always like this?

[QUINCE GRUNTS]

Nope.
Can't always find a creek this good.

Tell you what I might do.
I might, uh--

I wouldn't do this for anybody else.
I want you understand.

I might just step down,
let you take over ramrod.

I'll tell you, Rowdy,

times
I might look like a jackass,

but if you think I'm gonna
make sounds like one, you're plum--

[DONKEY BRAYING]

Yeah. Go ahead. You were saying?

One more time, Rowdy.

Just one more smart-mouth
out of you--

[DONKEY BRAYING]

What I wanna know is,

how'd you make him sound off
at the right time just like that?

Who?

Your cousin, yonder.

Cousin?

[BRAYING]

All right. All right. I'm coming.

You get lost, you holler, now.
Do you hear?

[BRAYING]

All right, all right, I'm coming.
Shut up.

Easy, now, fella.

Hey.

Come on,
let's not make a foot race out of this.

[SIGHS]

All right. Now, easy boy.

Easy, now.

Easy, now, boy. Easy, yeah.

Just trying to find out
who you belong to.

Quince!

All right.

[MAN GROANS]

ROWDY:
Quince!

I'm coming. Doggone it, I'm coming.

What are you doing, Rowdy?

ROWDY: Don't just stand there.
Give me a hand.

Rowdy.

[GROANING]

Yeah, well, keep digging.
He's still alive.

[CATTLE MOOING]

Just what do you think you're doing?

I'm washing the dishes,
just like you said.

In what, solid soap?

You got enough suds there to wash
the spots off every cow in Texas.

Mr. Wishbone, you said
cleanliness was next to godliness.

I also said that wastefulness
is worse than sinfulness.

Now dump that stuff and rinse
those things off in plain water.

- But--
- I said plain water, you hear?

- But, uh--
- You heard me, plain water.

- Any change?
- No, señor.

[MAN GROANS]

- How's he doing?
- There's no fever.

I cleaned out the wound good so
there shouldn't be any complications.

But with the head wounds,
you never can tell.

- I don't get this, boss.
FAVOR: Hm.

Hm.

He's got money,
a watch, extra food.

Doesn't seem to make
too much sense.

Man's bushwacked for a lot of reasons,
robbery is only one of them.

Why would they go to all the trouble
to bury him?

- Any identification?
- No, not even a name, nothing.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

What are you mumbling about?

And I looked and behold,
a pale horse.

And his name that sat on him
was Death.

Book of Revelations.

Well, look again.
Dead men don't breathe.

Death is many things to many men,
señor,

and only death can live
in a grave of stones.

Hey Soos, maybe you'd better go
back and work on the remuda.

Wishbone will call you
if he needs any help.

There is no need for help,
Señor Favor,

not for him and not for the one
whose life death has come to claim.

[MAN GROANS]

He's coming around.

Just rest easy, mister,
you're gonna be all right.

Henrietta.

Henrietta.

I don't know the lady, mister.
My name is Wishbone.

Oh, you're not Henrietta.

Oh.

Who can answer my questions nine,

sing 99 and 90?

Oh, what is whiter than milk,

what is softer than silk?

Snow is whiter than milk,

the wind is softer than silk.

What is louder than a horn,

what is sharper than a thorn?

Thunder's louder than a horn

and death is sharper than a thorn.

Well, he's out again.

Must have been hurt
worse than I thought.

He's sick, all right,
he needs a doctor.

Why don't you double back
to Fort Collins come first light?

There's an Army surgeon there.
Nothing more we can do here.

[CATTLE MOOING]

MUSHY:
I got him. I got him.

I got him. I got him. I got him.

- Sounds like Bull Run all over again.
ROWDY: All right, Mushy.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I heard something
at the wagon and I thought--

You thought.
You all right, mister?

I, uh, I, uh...

Let's get him where he belongs.

Craziest thing I ever heard of,

you trying to get up
after being hit in the head like that.

Hey, what's the matter?
That idiot hurt your neck?

No, that's an old injury.

One from beyond the grave,
you might say.

What was you trying to do,
anyways?

Well, I, uh--

MUSHY: I thought
he was some kind of thief.

You told me to watch the wagon,
guard it with my life.

Well, you aren't going to have
any life to guard

if you don't stir up that fire
and hot up some broth.

This man needs food
and he needs it now.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Who are...? Who are you?

My name is Favor.
I'm the trail boss here.

Wishbone, our cook, is helping you.
That was Mushy who tackled you.

Rowdy Yates, ramrod who found you
and the rest of the crew.

This is a cattle drive.

But where? Where?

We found you this morning
under two feet of rocks.

Oh, heh.

Then it wasn't a nightmare.
I remember.

Just what did happen, anyways,
uh, Mister...? What's your name?

Plew. Hannibal H. Plew.

Lately of New England,
more recently from Ellsworth,

I think it was, in the State of Kansas.

As for this morning
I can't seem to sort that out.

See,
I was riding along with Henrietta.

Henrietta is my mule.

- Where is she?
- With the remuda, señor.

Oh, I'm very grateful.

Like most innocents, we have
developed something of a kinship.

- About this morning--
PLEW: I was riding along

and then suddenly
something struck me.

I have a blurry memory of rocks
being placed on me

and the sound of laughter.

It's nice and hot, Mr. Wishbone.
Ooh.

First you try to strangle him
and then you try to scald him to death.

Not really his fault.

You know, uh, I was trying to take
my things from the wagon.

Here. Just try to get some of this
down where it'll do the most good.

See, being a fervent coward
from my earliest recollection,

I was trying to slip away
without your knowledge.

With a head wound like that,
it sure don't make much sense.

He who has a thousand friends

has never a friend to spare

but he who has one enemy,

will find him everywhere.

I evidently found my enemy
this morning and then...

See, when I revived,
when I came to in your midst,

I was afraid that I was renewing
my enemy's acquaintance.

So I have a little confession to make.

You see, I pretended
that I was still delirious

until I could find a propitious
moment to escape.

But I see

that I evaluated the situation wrong
and I wanted to apologize now

for any inconvenience
that I may have caused you.

But, Mr. Plew, about this morning.

You got any idea who jumped you?

I really haven't the slightest idea.

What're you doing out here
all by yourself, anyway?

I have a very pressing engagement

in the town of Deadhorse, and because
the stagecoach transportations

only make one trip a month,

I felt obliged to strike out alone
with Henrietta.

Then you was just riding along

and somebody took a shot at you
then buried you for no reason at all?

Well, no thinking animal acts
without reason

and no enemy strikes
without a cause, but gentleman,

in this particular case

neither the reason
nor the cause I understand.

Well, it's your problem,
have it your way.

You can tell the sheriff
at Deadhorse whatever you want.

You're going to Deadhorse?

That's right,
going to pick up supplies.

Till then, you can ride in the supply
wagon with Mushy.

Oh, that would be splendid,
but on one condition.

I must be there by the 13th.

Today's the 10th, day after tomorrow,
we'll get you there on time.

Oh, I can't tell you how delighted
I am, or how delicious this was.

Oh, I'll see if I can't rustle you up
some more.

[PLEW SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

You quoted from
the Book of Revelations.

That was chapter six, I believe.

That I look and behold a pale horse

and his name that sat on him
was Death.

I ride a white mule,
not a white horse.

My name is Hannibal, not Death.

See, fear of the unknown
is a vagrant fancy

without visible means of support.

Or perhaps it is fear of oneself.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Mr. Mushgrove,
would you, uh, mind some company?

No, sir.

It's not that I object to your wagon,

it's just that, uh...

That a steady diet of that canvas siding
makes for monotonous landscape.

After last night, I didn't think
you'd wanna ride with me.

Last night is a page already turned in
the book of memories,

gone, forgotten, meaningless.

Well, to you, maybe, but not to me.

When I do something wrong,
I just can't forget.

You sound like a man
who's feeling sorry for himself, son.

Somebody has to.

Around here,

I'm just tanglefoot Mushy,
the clown who can't do anything right,

even when he does everything right.

I mean...

Every once in a while I get sick of it.
I get sick of everything.

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

Let us rejoice and be glad, therefore
for the young life ahead of us.

Think where we might be today,
Mr. Mushgrove,

if Columbus had turned away
from his curiosity.

If the spirit of Don Quixote
had been struck down

by the turn of the windmill.

If Merlin had believed that magic
was the sole device of the devil.

Merlin?

He was the magician
of the court of King Arthur.

Surely you've heard about him?

The mysteries,
the complexities of legerdemain,

the hand that moves
quicker than the eye,

the art of false bottoms,
a water that runs uphill instead of down,

the miraculous conversion
of a hat into a lair for rabbits.

The transformation
of something into nothing.

That is miracles, to most people.
But mere tricks to the anointed few.

Now, here.
Here is the three of hearts, you see?

Watch it.

I'm gonna place it right there, sir.
There they are.

Where'd it go?
Where'd the card go?

Here you are, sir. Here you are.

A mere trick,
nothing more, nothing less.

Would you, uh, I mean, would you
mind showing me that trick, Mr. Plew?

On one condition, Mushy.
Why don't you call me Hannibal?

[RATTLES]

[WHINNIES]

[GRUNTS]

- What happened, Hey Soos?
- Over there.

- Diamondback. A real granddaddy.
- It hit you, huh?

[HEY SOOS GROANS]

We have to open that up.

Mushy, go get my medical kit
and build up a fire, hurry.

We'll set up camp here,
hold up the herd.

All right.

Settle back, Hey Soos, don't move
around anymore than you have to.

We don't want that poison
to circulate.

Oh, poison can't be stopped,

any more than death
can be stopped.

You make it sound
like the grim reaper's

taking up cattle driving as a hobby,
Hey Soos.

Forget it.
You're gonna be just fine.

[CATTLE MOOING]

[SHIVERING]

[MUTTERING]

Any change?

None that I can see.
Sure don't look good.

It's the fever I don't like.

Maybe I'd better double back
to Collins, pick up a doctor.

It's too late for that.

Unless something is done right now.

Like what?

Well, some hot compresses on that
arm, a drawative, draw out the poison.

And keep him up, keep him moving,
moving, moving.

Moving, with that fever?

Take another look there,
Mr. Wishbone.

These are the classic toxic
poison symptoms.

There's the fever,
general lassitude

and the gradual collapse
of the reflex system.

Evidently, the tourniquet
and the incision were too late

because that poison
is already in the blood stream.

But moving him,
what good would that do?

Keep the blood circulating
and the poison with it,

keep it from localizing until such a time
as the toxic effects can be neutralized.

- Wish?

I don't like it
because I don't understand that.

And I don't like it
because I don't like being told

what to do by a question mark
that was dug out of a pile of rocks

and he don't even know
how he got there,

and don't belong out here
in the first place.

It's the only thing to be done.

Get me some hot water
and some compresses.

Many as you can find, quick.

Hey Soos.

Can you understand?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Not death, my boy, not yet.

Will you trust me?

Do I have any choice?

No, Hey Soos.

There is no choice.

"Two cats from Kilkenny." Say it.

"Who thought there was one
cat too many.” Now say that.

[HEY SOOS MUTTERING]

"One cat too many."

"One cat too many."
Right? Say it.

"So they fought and they fit.

They fought and they fit.

They fought and they fit."
All right?

Say it!
"And they scratched and they bit.

They scratched and they bit." Say it.

Uh, I don't know that one. How about,
uh, "Hickory Dickory Dock.”

Yeah.

Come on, "Hickory dickory dock."

I don't know that one myself,
so good.

Get a fresh one.

Hey Soos.

Mr. Wishbone.

Keep talking, Hey Soos.

Come on.
"Till except for their nails,

and the tip of their tails,
instead of two cats, there weren't any."

Come on, Hey Soos.

Come on, drink something.

"Except for their nails,

and the tip of their tails,
instead of two cats, there weren't any."

Come on, Hey Soos,
either talk or drink.

HEY SOOS: "Cats from Kilkenny."
PLEW: Louder, louder.

HEY SOOS: "Each thought
there was one cat too many.

So they fought and they fit,

and they scratched and they bit,

till with exception for their nails
and tips of their tails..."

Yeah.

"...there were--
Instead of two cats, there weren't any.

There once were two cats--"

All right, all right,
you can stop now, there, Hey Soos.

Fever's broken, I think.

All right,
all he needs now is a little rest.

Rest. Carrying him around all night
and he needs rest?

Yeah, next thing you know
he'll want breakfast in bed.

No need for concern, gentlemen.
By this time tomorrow, he'll be fine.

Heh, he'll be fine.

Two hours ago, I wouldn't have
given him two minutes, and now--

He's fine. It's that simple.

WISHBONE: About as simple as doing
a cartwheel over the North Star.

I don't eat crow very often, Hannibal,
but I'll sure do it now.

Between the cradle and the grave
lies but a haircut and a shave.

No, that was no miracle,
no cabalistic incantation.

Simple application of medical theory,
sometimes it works.

- Sometimes it don't.
- Sometimes it don't.

We know this much,
that when the wheel turns,

somebody wins, somebody loses.

Yeah, well,
you turn your wheel any today

and you're sure gonna come
up double ought.

Now, that head of your isn't
anywhere near healed,

and you been up all night.

Well, healed or not, or tired or not,
Henrietta and I must be moving on.

You mean now, today?

My appointment in Deadhorse
is still tomorrow, Mushy.

You don't do something
with that head,

your appointment is gonna be
with a funeral, yours.

Whatever it is, a day or two
won't make any difference.

- Time will still go on.
- No, Mushy.

With me, time stands still.

I go on.

Well,

Mr. Favor, I wanna tell you
I'm much obliged to you, sir.

The man who bushwhacked you,
Hannibal, what about him?

Nothing to be afraid of in a failure.

Wish?

- Well, I could leave now.
- I might go with you.

If the difference between birth and
death is only a shave and a haircut,

I better get them both in while I can.

Mushy, just hitch up the team.

Yes, sir.

I'm very grateful to you.

It's more other way around,
Hannibal.

You ever wanna take up cattle driving,
you know where to come.

Of course, if there are any,
complications with Hey Soos

why, repeat the same procedure,
keep him moving, force liquids.

Beyond that, of course, no man born
of woman can escape his destiny,

be it toxic poisoning--

Or an unmarked grave
on an unmapped trail.

You call it destiny,

and I'm learning
not to disagree with you.

But, uh, still seems to me,
it's just a piece of luck.

You and Hey Soos just dealt the right
cards at the right time.

And a good card player knows
precisely the right moment

to rise up and go home.

[CHATTERING]

WILEY: Just keep hauling, boys.
Don't let up on the strain.

All right, just stand clear, boys.

I swing this, the wind is likely
to flatten half the town.

WISHBONE:
Whoa!

Mr. Wishbone, I thought you said
this town was dead and past burying.

Looks like it got itself resurrected.

JAKE:
Hey, Ef, ain't you getting tired yet?

[ALL LAUGH]

Seems to me you can
find something better to do.

All right, all right.

You know what
Judge Hogan said,

this hanging's gotta go by the book.

That means
we need a real hanging tree.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

What's going on?

It look like a taffy pull?

We want any smart mouth,
we'll just take in the stage show.

Yeah, that's just about what
I'm beginning to look like.

And feel like, friend,

a hammer-swinging stage show.

You'd think these people never saw
two boards being nailed together.

This is being built for him.

At least, so, uh,
old Judge Hogan says.

He set the stretching
for 3:00 tomorrow.

You see something wrong?

This lumber could've been
cured longer.

Yes, it'll do, it'll do.

Where I come from,
a man sentenced to hang

don't usually wander the streets.

Jud ain't wandering,
he's going to lunch.

You don't think he's gonna take
his meals in jail, do you?

Yeah, Jud Hammerklein may be
a lot of different things

but he's all the same
when it comes to his word.

And that's what he gave Asa.

- Asa?
- Yeah, Tanner. Sheriff Tanner.

He told him he's gonna do just
like the judge said,

stay put and not try to break loose.
At least until

after the time set for the hanging.

After the hanging?

Now, you don't think there's
anybody in Deadhorse

gonna spring a trap on
Jud Hammerklein, do you?

Well, he not only owns this town,
but half the territory,

and, uh, every second cousin in it.

Plus which,
he's got a couple of sons

and a range crew that don't take no,
not from nobody.

No. Jud ain't gonna hang.
Not here, not nowhere.

Then why build the scaffold?

Uh, you heard what he said.

Jud said everything's got to go
by the book.

Judge Hogan says he's gonna stay in
jail and hang at 3 sharp tomorrow.

And we're gonna do just
what the judge says,

except for the hanging.

Won't do. Never do at all.

Just what do you think you're doing?

I say it won't do.

What won't do?

You men were kind enough
to drive me into town,

the least I can do is stand you
for a round of libations.

- Libations?
- That's drinks.

Name your own poison,
as the saying goes.

Like I said, what won't do?

What do you think, Mr. Wishbone?

Well, the supplies can wait.
After you, Hannibal.

Okay, all right.

For the last time, what won't do?

You think you're some kind
of an expert?

An expert is the one who knows more
and more about less and less.

I only know one thing, that that scaffold
might do for hanging laundry, perhaps.

But a man? Never.

[CHATTERING]

Excuse me.

[WAITER SIGHS]

Here you are, gentlemen.

The biggest steaks in the territory,
burned tasty black all the way through.

Better be, otherwise I'm gonna park
your backside on that stove there.

[LAUGHING]

All right. Belly up, boys.
The drinks are on me.

[ALL CHEERING]

I seen quieter stampedes.

Maybe that's because
they weren't so thirsty.

Excuse us, please.

Hey.

- A bottle of your best, if you please.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll take that, uh--
- You'll take what's put in front of you.

[CHUCKLES]

That don't make sense, Pa.

A condemned man's supposed
to have a bad appetite.

Condemned or not,
I'm a growing boy.

Gentlemen, to your health.

Jake.

It's him.

- No, can't be.
- I'm telling you, it's him.

You can't be.

- Sheriff Tanner?
TANNER: Mm-hm.

My name is Plew.
Hannibal H. Plew.

A Judge Hogan telegraphed the
Territorial Governor for my services.

Three o'clock tomorrow, I believe.

Then you're the hanging man.

I'm afraid your scaffold won't do.

The drop is far too short
and the trap is far too unreliable.

I shall need some equipment
and some assistance.

- Hannibal, why didn't you tell us?
- Well, well, well. What do you know?

A real live hangman,
right here in Deadhorse.

Take a good look, boys.

You don't often see a professional
man in these parts.

Tell me, how many scalps
you got in your belt?

Ten, twenty?

No, you don't look like much.

But in your profession,
looks don't count for much, do they?

It's a shame you had to come all
this way for nothing.

There's nothing I enjoy more than
watching a professional man work.

But life is full of disappointments,
we got to live with them.

All right, Mark. Pay him off.

With what, another 30-30 slug?

Who the heck are you, fella?

My name's Wishbone.
He answers to Mushy.

We're with a drive a few miles south.

Mr. Wishbone.

As for Hannibal, there,
we found him under a pile of rocks.

Somebody put him there
with a rifle.

- I said no trouble. I gave my word.
- That was here in town, Pa.

I mean, what happened, that was
maybe 20 miles south of here.

Well,
maybe somebody's rifle slipped.

Oh, and that pile of rocks
just happened to rain down?

[LAUGHING]

Maybe you'd like some
of this in writing.

The county line,
that's as far as my jurisdiction goes.

You got any complaints,
why don't you see a Federal Marshal?

All right. All right.

It shouldn't have happened but it did.

I'll make it easy by upping the ante.
That way nobody gets hurt.

Hey, hangman,

what will you take to, uh...

To forget what you're here for?

The Territory's compensation is more
than adequate, thank you.

All I need from you, sir,
is your age, your height,

and your weight.