All language subtitles for S1E4 - Gallows At Granite Gap

"Colt.45."

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What's the sense for waiting
till mornin', sheriff ?

The gallows is ready
and I got the rope.

It'll all be done according to
the judgement of the courts.

You hang, you hand legal.

Alright, that's far enough now.

You've had your fun. Go on home.

Ain't everybody can say they saw
the Comanche Kid, sheriff.

Just bring him out
for one more look.

You'll get all the look that
your stomach can stand

at the hangin' tomorrow.

August 8th, territory of Arizona.

The Comanche Kid
had just been tried

by the district judge
at Hillsborough

and sentenced to hang
at Granite Gap.

Well, we had caught him.

He'd kill is first man
when he was 15.

His last at 22.

There were 7 in between.

Nine senseless murders.

I hope things quiet down some
out there.

That beats all,
the pleasure some folk get

out of seein' a man die.

You ought to know
all about that, Kid.

You've traded your share.

Sure nary other things I
don't enjoy hanging a man.

But in your case I'm willin'
to make an exception.

Cock of the walk, ain't you, Pat.

If it wasn't for the government
man here

you'd have never caught me.

He'd have caught you
sooner or later alone.

But the government signed
your death warrant

when you gunned that teller
in the national bank.

He's right, Chris.

Maybe I'm getting too old
for this job. What do you think ?

I think you're talkin'
like a man who's tiered

and has every right to be.

Took both of us to bring him in.

Thanks.

There's a lot of folks
who'll sleep better nights

knowing the Comanche Kid's
out of circulation.

And I'm one of 'em.

I'll have time to get in
a couple of hours.

Oh, you're not stayin' over ?

Nope. I'll grab a nap
and leave before dawn.

Makes for cooler riding.

Washington's a long way
off from here.

You write to me let me know
how you're getting along.

I'll do that.

So long, Pat.

- Cal.
- Bye.

Nice feller that.

The best.

You ain't thinkin' of stayin'
all night, are you ?

Why ?

Well there ain't no use
in both of us

losin' sleep.

I just wanna stay here
and look at him in that cage.

He's a lot smarter
than both of us.

He ain't losin' any sleep.

Get on home soon now, you hear ?

Yeah.

- Hello, Pat.
- Cal.

It's almost 5 o'clock.

I thought I'd expel you a bit.

You better get on over home.

Yeah, you don't wanna be
too tiered

to enjoy the hangin', sheriff.

Might as well stay up now.

You just gonna stand there ?

- What's he talkin' about ?
- Listen.

I don't want any trouble, Pat.
Open that cell.

If you'd gone on home
like I wanted you to

this never would've come about.

There won't be a rock big enough
for you to hide under, Cal.

You still got time
to change your mind.

I don't wanna have to take
them keys the hard way.

What kind of a deal
did he make you ?

I just wanna know your price.

I already know what you are.

Remember the money he took
from those cattle buyers ?

Ten thousand,
and we couldn't find it.

I figure a man can live hard
and fast for a long time

on ten thousand, and the Kid
knows where it's hidden.

I'll never stop lookin' for you.

Why don't you shut
the old goat up ?

Open it up, Pat.

And remember, Kid, if you've get
any ideas, I've got the gun.

The horses are out back.

Yaw'

Oh, let me help you.

Oh, that's mine.

Excuse me, but could you direct
me to the sheriff's office ?

Yeah, j-just down the street,
lady.

B-but you won't find Sheriff
Monahan down there

no, he's up at the doc's place,
and that's right around there.

And, you just can't miss it

because there's a shingle up
there that says Doc Fallon.

- Right around there.
- Thank you.

You welcome.

I keep thinkin'
what that Kid's like.

He'll kill again now.

If that posse comes back
without him

he'll kill more.

They told me I might find
the sheriff here.

- Yes, won't you come in ?
- Thank you.

Lady to see you, Pat.

Why don't you have a chair ?

You Sheriff Monahan ?

Yes, ma'am. Won't you sit down ?

Thank you, it's been a long trip.

All the way from Independence.

What was it you wanted to see me
about, Mrs..

Naylor. Martha Naylor.

It's about the boy. The one they
call the Comanche Kid.

You know something about him ?

I have reason to believe
he's my son.

Your son ?

You must be mixed up some,
Mrs. Naylor.

The Comanche Kid was raised
by the Indians.

My son was taken in a raid.

My husband was killed
and I was left for dead.

How old would your boy be now ?

Twenty-two this month.
The same as this lad.

It was in all the papers.

If he is my son then my place
is at his side.

If he isn't, then I wanna know.

You haven't seen your boy
for years

what makes you think
you'll know him ?

You take me to him, sheriff,
and let me talk to him

I'd know.

I'm afraid that's not possible,
Mrs. Naylor.

The Kid escaped three days ago.

He escaped ?

Why don't you go down
to the hotel and rest

then we'll put you on
the evening stage.

I'm not going back
until I talk to him.

You do what you think
is best, ma'am.

Doc, you wanna take her down
to the hotel ?

Sure thing.

It's the posse.

Your friend Colt look beat.

I don't have to ask.

It's written all over your face.

Came back without the Kid.

- Hello, Chris.
- How is he, doc ?

Oh, he'll live.

He got away, Pat.

We lost his trail at the foot
of Fortress Peak.

If he get into those terracos
we may never get him.

He won't. I'm going back
after him.

You don't know that country,
I'll go with you.

You can't climb on a horse.

Say nothing of tracking a man
over a mountain.

The doc's right, you'd never
make it in the shape you're in.

- You'd be a sitting duck.
- Well, what about you ?

The Kid'll figure
on being followed

and he'll be waiting.

This isn't my first time out,
you know ?

Could be your last.

You're blowin' the Kid up
way out of size.

He'll shoot somebody in the back

or draw on someone
he thinks can beat...

No, no, no. You don't know
the Kid like I do.

He lives like an Indian,
he thinks like one.

We brought him back before.
I'll bring him back this time.

Alright, that's for you to say.

But if you're not back in two
weeks I'm comin' after you.

One think in your favor though,
Chris.

It's been a long dry year.
Kid'll be slim on water rations.

I'll take an extra canteen.

August 17th.

Four days in the peaks
and still no sign of the Kid.

Whatever else he was
he was no fool on the trail.

He picked the rocky spots
and stuck to them.

This was the third waterhole
that was dry.

Whatever the Kid was doing up
ahead he was thirsty.

Mrs. Naylor.

Gettin' so I could almost
set my watch for you.

Any news ?

I don't know what I'm gonna
do with you.

Everyday it's the same.

Why don't you go on back
to Independence ?

I've got to know if he's my son.

- I'm sorry to be a bother.
- Oh, it's not that.

I just don't like to see you
torture yourself.

Mrs. Naylor, I'm a man who deals
in the laws of evidence.

And as far as I can see there
just isn't a shred to prove

that the Comanche Kid
could be your son.

Well, th-they're of an age.

- Both taken by the Indians.
- That's not an uncommon story.

Anyway, we don't know
if the Kid's lying

about being raised a Comanche.

- Look, the papers said...
- Now !

Don't you go believing
everything you read.

The Kid sat right over there
in that jail cell

talking to an Eastern reporter.

Lyin' just as fast
as an horse can trot.

The people of Independence
believed what they read.

I wanna be able
to look 'em in the eye.

One way or the other
I've got to know.

The frontier is tough,
Mrs. Naylor.

There've been some
rotten men out here.

And the Kid's right
at the top of the list.

Why, he shot up a whole family
just three miles from here.

I know. I read that too.

If I brought him into the world

then the guilt is mine.

It's like I pulled the trigger.

I got my first
real lead on the Kid

10 days after I've started out.

The ashes were still warm.

There was one way
to get him out in the open.

It was a long chance,
but I had to take it.

Now the Kid and I
were in the same shape.

The Kid knew
every trick in the book.

And some he'd figured out
for himself.

I've got the water, Kid.
I can out wait you.

You ain't gonna live
to reach it, Colt.

I'm hopin' you'll try.

How long as it been since you
had a drink, Kid ?

Three, four days maybe ?

'I just had a long pull
on that canteen.'

Who do you think is gonna last ?

Get out from behind that rock
and we'll find out.

I can pull this trigger quicker
than you can move.

I've been thinkin' about that,
Kid.

I'm comin' out.

Let's not do it the hard way,
Kid.

Alright, Colt. Just get me
some of that water.

You were bluffin'.

It's 30 miles to the nearest
spring that isn't dry.

Get your horse.

Here she comes.

There ought to be some way
that we can convince her

that Kid's not her boy.

Funny thing a woman's intuition.

She could be right, you know ?

Oh, now don't you start.

My guess is she'll take one look
at the Kid and claim him.

Why, doc ?
Whatever is drivin' her ?

It's almost as though
she wants him to be hers.

Guilt maybe,
she's kinda transferred

all the rotten things the kid
has done over to herself.

That sounds like a wild guess.

Maybe it is,
but if it's a good one

that woman's life
will end at the gallows.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Naylor.

I was lying in bed last night
thinking about Rob.

That's what we called him, Rob.

I know, I know, you've told me
that before.

And it come to me..

...there's somethin'
I didn't tell you.

I thought it might be important.

Go on, Mrs. Naylor.

Well, you've asked me all along
how I'd know it was Rob.

You mean you've thought of a way ?

That's right, it came to me
last night.

Well, how would you know ?

Well, it happened
such a long time ago

I'd almost forgotten it,
but Rob fell out of a tree.

It was a bad fall a-and a branch
tore into his chest.

Left quite a scar.

I am glad you thought of that,
Mrs. Naylor.

Now if the Kid
doesn't have a scar

you know that he's not your Rob.

Yes.

But if he does have such a scar..

...then I'll know that he is.

Sheriff Monahan !
Sheriff Monahan !

He's got him, Sheriff !
Mr. Colt's got him !

Where, Tommy ? Where ?

They passed by our place
just an hour ago.

Mr. Colt told me to come on
ahead and tell you

there'd be no need for a posse.

Thanks, Tommy.

Just about to give you up.

There was a time back there
when I did too. He tried.

Oh, I wanted to ask him
some questions.

So I rode out.
Get off of that horse.

You ain't gonna get tough,
are you, sheriff ?

Save it.

I asked him about the money.
He won't talk.

Might make a deal though.

Same kind of a deal you made Cal ?

Alright, I'll tell you
the same thing I told Colt.

That money can rot where it is.

Give the folks somethin'
to talk about when I'm gone.

You're right handy
when it comes to givin' folks

something to talk about.

That's why you told
that pack of lies

to that Eastern newspaper man.

Now wait a minute.

You caught me and you've got
every right to hang me.

I never made no trial line
in court, did 1 ?

That stuff about the Comanche.

I never did buy that one.

That's true too,
I'll swear to it.

Said they took you
when you was a little boy.

Then the Indians raised you.

Most folks have got a real
name, what's yours ?

You see what he's trying to do ?

He's trying to make a nobody
out of me.

You've already done a good job
of that yourself.

This is gettin' us nowhere,
let's go.

Now there's somethin'
I've got to know

before we take him into town.

- Open your shirt.
- What's this about ?

There's a fine woman in town,
Chris, name is Naylor.

She thinks this scum is her son.

What about it, Kid ?

You remember your mother ?

Some old crow wants to jump
on the band wagon.

I'm famous
and she can't stand it.

Doesn't the name Naylor
mean anything to you ?

Nothin'.

You don't remember anything
about your mother ?

Kinda woman I think about ain't
the motherly type.

You cut out that kinda talk
and open that shirt.

Too bad whoever did that
couldn't shoot any straighter.

Nobody's ever made a mark on me.

I've had that since I was a kid.

- Where did you get it ?
- Fell out of a tree.

Can you imagine
what it'll mean to a woman

to think that she brought this
into the world ?

Get on your horse.

Mrs. Naylor.

- Doc.
- Thought I'd better come along.

Is that.. Is that him ?

Yep.

You sure you wanna go through
with this, Mrs. Naylor ?

Have you told him about me ?

- No.
- You should've, Pat.

No telling how the Kid will act.

Now you keep out of this, doc.

What's he like ?

Oh, you know what he's like,
Mrs. Naylor.

You've read all about him,
remember ?

I've waited so long.

Now I don't know
if I can face him.

Been comin' in here everyday,
Mrs. Naylor.

You just couldn't wait till we
brought the Kid in.

Well, there he is.

- Take it easy, Pat.
- You heard her.

She had to know if the Kid
has a scar.

Someone to see you.

It's a lady.

Open your shirt.

Please.

Open it or I'll rip it
off of you.

There's no scar.

It's not Rob.

Now Mrs. Naylor, there's
a stagecoach out of here

in just 30 minutes.

Thank you, sheriff.

I'll be on it.

I feel sorry for you, young man.

You don't have to be sorry
for him, Mrs. Naylor.

Not one bit sorry.