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[ theme music playing ]

Hi, Frank.Hi.

Santa Rita.

Hi, there.

Howdy.

Have a nice trip?

Would have been a little better

if he put some springs in that thing.

Well, when I own the company,

that's the first thing I'll take care of.

Say, can you tell me where I can find

a man named Gordon W. Madden?

I haven't seen him around.

Can you tell me where the best hotel is?

Warren House, right over there.

Frank, look after this. I'll be back in a minute.

Yes, sir.

This all right?

Yeah. It's fine, thanks.

Be here long?

That all depends.

Breakfast is included in the price of the room.

Cafe's just off the lobby.

Say, who's that fellow down on the street,

the one on the left?

Simon Avedon, County Sheriff.

Hmm.You're not on the run, are you?

Not this time.

That's good.

Say, you know a fellow named Madden,

Gordon W. Madden?

What do you want with him?

I asked you if you knew him.

I know him.

Where can I--Got to get back to the desk.

The man who just came in,

what room is he in?

Oh, we get a lot of customers.

Cut it out, Fitz.

He's in room 10,

and I don't want any trouble in the house.

Who said anything about trouble?

[ knock on door ]

It's open.

Howdy, Sheriff. What can I do for you?

What's your business in Santa Rita?

You make a habit of asking strangers what they're here for?

No, just those who come looking for Gordie Madden.

You mean I have to get in line?

Depends on what you want.

This will give you an idea.

This is a Wyoming warrant.

It doesn't carry very much weight around here.

A bad check's a bad check anywhere.

You got the authority to serve this?

I have.

Regular law or just for this?

Just for this.

What did he nick you for?

Four-thousand dollars.

[ whistles ]

And what are you after, blood or money?

Money will do just fine.

Maybe we can work it out.

Is that part of your job--

working things out for Gordie Madden?

It's part of my job to preserve the peace.

He must be a very important man around here.

His pappy is.

I'll be in touch.

Just a minute, Sheriff.

I'll keep that

until you work things out.

Hello, Simon.

What naughty legal problem brings you here,

or is it a social visit?

There's a man in town looking for Gordie W.

Why come to me? I'm not his father.

No, neither am I,

and I'm tired of wiping his nose for him

and cleaning up after him.

You can't afford to talk that way.

Wiping Gordie's nose, as you put it,

goes with the job,

like putting the drunks in the jail Saturday night

and letting them out Sunday morning

in time for church.

Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder if the job is worth it.

You're just angry because Gordie stole your lady friend.

You've got a good thing working for you.

Don't throw it away for the sake of a worthless woman.

You don't know Savannah.

I've seen her,

though perhaps at my age my standards are different.

I suggest you forget about her.

What's Gordie done now?

Another bad check.

Oh.

I'll go break the news to Henry T.

Want to come along?

No thanks.

I'll let you know what he says.

[ man playing ragtime on piano ]

What'll it be?Monongehela.

That's a fine whisky, sir.

What's your name?Joe.

Joe, water in good whisky is a crime.

Try this one.

It's not often I get the pleasure of serving a real judge of fine whisky.

You're not going to drink that all alone, are you?

That wouldn't be neighborly, would it?

Uh-uh.Joe?

Set her up.

The real thing, Joe.

You must be new around here.

You know everybody in town?

Sooner or later.

Hello. How you doing?

Hi, Gramps, how you doing?

Give me some luck, Savannah.

You got it.Thanks.

Give me a little of the same.

Sorry, mister, all out.

That ain't the way I hear it.

You better stick to your poker, mister.

Just having a little fun.

Not tonight.

Your white armor's very becoming, Fitz,

but it isn't really necessary.

I can handle fresh men.

You shouldn't have to.

Thanks anyway.

There's this jewelry drummer in town,

and he has got the best bargains.

I saw a real pearl necklace in there,

big as your little fingernail, twice as shiny.

I just love jewelry.

So I see.

I haven't got anything like the one I was telling you about,

and the man said he'd give me a very good deal

because, see, he can't go back until he sells everything.

What's the matter? Did you see a ghost?

Yeah.

Well, look who's here.

Hello, Cathy.

You don't keep up to date.

The name's Savannah now.

It seems to fit better,

you know, fancy name for a fancy place.

You own this place?

The bank and me.

Pretty soon just me.

You've done very well for yourself, haven't you?

What did you expect me to do, wither and die?

That's not what I meant. I--

Savannah, how about a drink with me?

Sure, Jim, later.

Can I buy you a drink someplace where it's quiet?

I like it noisy,

the louder the better.

Besides, I know what you are going to say.

"Cathy, whatever happened to that sweet girl I used to know?"

I'll tell you what happened.

It's really very simple.

She got smart.

Any other questions?

No, I guess that about takes care of it.

Hello, Simon.

Do me a favor, will you?

Take care of my friend here.

Buy him a drink and throw him out.

I don't want him in my place.

Well, you heard what the lady said,

only we haven't got time for that drink.

Henry T. wants to see you.

Henry T.?

Henry T. Madden--

Gordie's father.

Good evening.Good evening.

He's in the study.

You the one who's causing all the trouble, hmm?

No, not me.

Him.

All right, you can go, Gordie.

I don't see why you can't--

Close the door... tight.

Good night, Simon.

Can't stand drafts. Can't stand chill.

Got frostbit when I first come out to this country

in the winter of '56.

Ain't been warm since.

Move over here where I can get a better look at you.

What's this about my son Gordie?

He came up to Shiloh Ranch at Medicine Bow, Wyoming, last spring,

said he was the chief buyer for the Madden Stock Farms.

[ chuckles ]

Something funny about that?

That's Gordie all right. Go on.

He bought two prize bulls and six prime heifers.

He paid for them with a bank draft for $4,000.

It wasn't any good.

Know what he did with the stock?

Yeah.

He sold them to a butcher shop.

Know what he did with the money?

Spent it on a fancy woman up in Denver.

[ chuckles ]

You don't think that's funny.

What will you do if I don't pay you?

I'll collect one way or another.

Is that a threat?

You threatening my son?

Look, Mr. Madden,

I came down here to get $4,000

or your son's skin.

I'll have one or the other.

I'd rather have the money.

Settle for $2,000?

Where do you think you're going?

To put this warrant to work.

I could make you sweat before that warrant of yours will do you any good,

but I won't.

A debt's a debt.

Nobody can say that I don't pay mine...

or Gordie's.

Four-thousand dollars.

You want to count it?

I don't think that's necessary.

I'll take that check.

It's all yours.

Good night.

Thank you, sir.

Evening, Mr. Madden.

The usual.

I don't see Miss Savannah.

She isn't feeling well.

You're a bad liar, Charlie.

I wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Madden.

All right, who is he? Who's she with?

I told you she said she isn't feeling well.

I'll find out how sick she is.

If you're looking for Savannah,

I saw her go out about an hour ago.

She put her cape on like she was going some place,

but if you're looking for somebody to drink with, Gordie,

I just happen to be--

Well, don't just stand there. Come on in.

Well...

what's the occasion?

It's a peace offering.

That's our very best champagne.

I'm an expert on that now, you know.

Cold roast chicken.

I remember how you used to like it.

The last time I saw you,

you were having me thrown out of your saloon.

That's just to say I'm sorry.

Don't worry. I'm not trying to light any old bonfires.

Aren't we going to have a drink?

Sure.

What shall we drink to--

the past, present, or the future?

Well, why not all three?

We already know the past.

What about the present? How long will you stay here?

I leave tomorrow.

Well, that takes care of the future.

Cheers.

How long has it been?

I bet you don't even remember.

Seven years.

That's a long time.

It's a very long time.

How did you fill it in? Tell me.

With a number of things.

I'm at a ranch now up in Wyoming.

Do you like your work?

I wouldn't do it if I didn't.

That's right. I forgot.

You always were independent.

You're pretty independent yourself.

I had a good teacher.

After all, when a girl gets jilted once,

she learns a few things.

What do you mean?

Jilted--surely you remember.

You went away...

quietly...

without saying good-bye or "Nice to know you."

I came back, Cathy.

You were gone.

No one knew where.

Do you know, in all these years I never knew that?

That calls for another drink, doesn't it?

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if you hadn't gone away,

or if Cathy Devlin had waited for you?

Many, many times.

But after a while you stopped wondering.

There were other girls, other Cathy Devlins.

No, only one Cathy Devlin.

She was a nice girl.

She still is.

You're sweet,

but you're wrong.

I'm not a kid anymore,

and-- [ laughs ]

...I don't think there are many people

who would think I'm nice,

especially not the ladies of the town.

However, I'm making a lot of money,

and I'm having a lot of fun while I'm doing it.

That's a pretty hard combination to beat.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a saloon to run.

Well, what about the chicken you brought?

Take it with you on the stage,

compliments of the house.

Good-bye.

No, no. No...

but it was nice of you to try...

for old time's sake.

Good night.

Morning.

Morning.

Say, I wonder if you could do me a favor.

I'm leaving now, and I've just about got time to catch the stage.

Could you get me some cut flowers,

take them over to Savannah's place?

Well, if it's for Savannah, you've got the wrong address.

She's in jail.

She killed Gordie Madden last night.

All I know is he was found in a room

with a pair of scissors stuck in his back.

She was hysterical, screaming bloody murder,

said he'd been beating her up,

and from the looks of her face,

I believe it.

I'd like to see her.

Sure.

Oh, you carrying a gun?

I wouldn't want an old friendship

to make you try anything foolish.

Cathy?

Cathy.

Leave us alone, will you?

You got three minutes.

How did it happen, honey?

I don't know.

Honestly, it's true, I don't know.

He was choking me, and everything was a blur.

When it cleared and I could see again,

Simon Avedon was standing over me.

He told me Gordon was dead.

How did he get in your room?

He had a key.

He was angry when he came in,

angry and drunk.

He asked me where I had been earlier in the evening.

I told him I had been saying good-bye to an old friend.

Then he started hitting me.

Have you got a lawyer?

I'll get you one.

No, it's no use.

The man I killed was Henry T. Madden's son.

There isn't a lawyer in the world who can do me any good.

Yeah? You'll be surprised.

Time's up.

Just leave everything to me.

I thought you were going back to Wyoming.

That can wait.

I'd like to help, but I can't accept this defense.

Even if I wanted to, I don't think the court would accept me.

I'm retained by Henry T. Madden for legal services,

and any court would consider my action

a conflict of interest.

Well, can you suggest another lawyer?

There's only one other man in town--

young Doniphan, but--

But what?

Nothing. His office is next to the bank.

Thanks very much.

I can't defend that woman.

It's a capital charge against her.

You mean you can't or you won't?

I mean exactly what I said.

I just finished reading law a year ago.

I've never defended anyone in court.

Well, what have you been doing?

Titles, wills, abstracts.

What if she can't get a lawyer?

The court will appoint someone to defend her.

Understand I'll do it if I have to,

but I strongly advise you to--

All right, all right, you made your point.

Thanks a lot.

Get this off fast.

Joe.

Bottle.

Been looking for you.

Oh? Sit down.

I've been around.

Yeah, I know.

You've been buzzing around like a bee,

sending telegrams, seeing lawyers.

You sure have been around.

You ready for another?

Thanks.

Looks like you've been keeping pretty close tabs on me.

Oh, just wondering what you was up to.

You'd save yourself a lot of trouble by just asking.

Trying to help Savannah.

Why?

What do you mean why?

Well, you walked out on her once.

I always knew there was a man in her past somewhere,

but I didn't know who it was

till I saw you two together the first night you hit town.

Thanks for the drink.

I don't often get a chance to buy drinks for a ghost.

What are you talking about?

That's what you are to Savannah,

a beautiful ghost that she's kept locked up in her heart

for seven long years.

You didn't know that, did you?

I still don't.

It's the truth, all right.

I don't think she's really felt anything ever since that time.

Always that ghost floating around somewhere.

It's very tough competition.

You're in love with her.

Let's put it this way.

If she ever turned to me, I'd never run out on her.

You got the wrong picture, mister.

Don't worry, I'm staying.

I received a telegram. There was mention of murder.

I left the comforts of my home,

set aside numerous important projects.

I traveled for three days

only to make a howling jackass of myself

in a miserable place called Santa Rita.

I'm sorry, Judge.

There was some things I couldn't explain in the telegram.

You could've explained enough

to keep me from storming into the local jail

demanding your release on a habeas corpus

only to find out you weren't even arrested

for murder or anything else.

The only occupant of the jail was some dancehall queen.

That's your client.

What?

That's what I couldn't explain in the telegram.

You mean to say you brought me

all the way from Medicine Bow--

She needs help, Judge, bad!

Don't they have lawyers in this town?

Sure, three of them.

Well, then.

One's the prosecutor.

One works for the murdered man's father,

and the other's a green kid

that just finished reading law a year ago.

When a man finishes his law course,

he's considered adequate to--

Adequate isn't good enough, Judge.

That's why I tricked you into coming all the way down here.

This woman...

There was a time she meant a good deal to me...

too much for me to turn my back on her now.

Well, let's see my client.

[ sighs in relief ]

[ door opens ]

I'm getting so I can tell time by the sun.

[ chuckles ]

Cathy...

this is Judge Henry Garth from Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

How do you do?

He's come all the way down here to defend you.

You took on quite a job.

Well, from what I heard about it so far,

it shouldn't be too difficult.

Suppose you sit down

and tell me just what happened that night.

Well...

I don't remember too much about it

after he came into my room.

No, before that, the whole evening.

We were together earlier in the evening.

We had a drink at the hotel.

It was supposed to be our farewell drink.

Didn't work out that way.

What time did you leave the hotel?

Around 11:00.

I noticed the time when I got back to my place.

Charles, the bartender,

told me that Gordon had been there earlier in the evening

looking for me.

I went up to my room, oh, after about an hour.

I was starting to get undressed when Gordon came in.

He was drunk, and he started shouting at me.

What did he say? Did he call you names? Did he threaten you?

I don't know exactly what he said.

He was hardly making any sense.

Then he started hitting you.

Yes.

You resisted him.

I tried to. I guess I grabbed the scissors--

No--

What do you mean, you guess?

I just don't remember exactly.

Well, did you have the scissors in your hand when he came into the room?

No. I told you I was just starting to get undressed.

Where do you usually keep those scissors

when they're not being used?

On the dresser.

On it or in a drawer?

What difference does it make?

It could make a great deal difference to a jury

whether you just reach out blindly and find the scissors in your hand

or whether you have to open a drawer to get them.

I usually put them away, but I may not have this time. I don't know.

Hmm.

You were struggling with him over by the dresser?

No. No, we weren't near the dresser.

Are you sure?

Yes, he was starting to choke me,

and the last I remember

I was being bent over the back of the bed.

How much do you weigh?

About 110, why?

What about Madden? How much did he weigh?

Well, I don't know. He was big.

I'd say about 180, 190 pounds.

When he was holding you down on the bed,

trying to strangle you,

was all his weight on you?

Yes, I guess so.

Then how did you get across the room to the dresser to get the scissors?

I don't know. I--

Maybe they weren't there. Maybe they were by the bed.

Try to get some rest.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Sheriff?

The court will hear motions before we select a jury.

Will counsel approach the bench?

Mr. Black?

No motions, Your Honor.

Judge Garth?

I have a few motions, Your Honor.

Proceed.

At this time I'd like to enter a motion for a change of venue

and ask that the court disqualify itself

from sitting in this matter.

On what grounds?

The murder of a prominent citizen

by a woman of the demimonde

is sure to raise a hue and cry

so that the defendant can't expect to obtain

a fair and un-prejudicial hearing before an impartial jury.

JUDGE SHELLEY: The court has confidence

in the fair-mindedness of the citizens of this town.

Motion denied.

Exception.

Note the exception, please.

Make a note of everything Judge Garth says.

GARTH: Thank you, Your Honor.

At this time we would like to move for a postponement

of these proceedings

in order to give counsel

a reasonable time to prepare his defense.

Denied.

Exception.

Proceed.

I would request that Your Honor direct the State

to reduce the charge from one of murder in the first degree

to one of manslaughter.

Denied.

I'd like to enter my grounds in the record, sir.

State your grounds.

This was a homicide in self-defense, defense of life and limb

and therefore not subject to the penalties provided by statute

for murder in the first degree.

Denied.

Exception.

Anything further, counselor?

Not at this time.

Gentlemen of the jury,

there are probably those among you

who question the right of the State to try this woman

on the charge of murder in the first degree.

It does credit to your chivalry

that you should be reluctant

to think that a member of the fair and weaker sex

could commit a heinous crime,

for murder is a heinous crime

when it is plotted, planned,

executed with diabolical cleverness

to make this act of murder seem to be

a case of self-defense.

Gentlemen, murder in the first degree

requires proof of motive and premeditation.

We shall establish both these factors.

What's he talking about?

The State will prove beyond reasonable doubt

that Catherine Devlin,

also known as Savannah,

after unsuccessfully attempting by ruse and subterfuge

to entrap Gordon Madden into marriage,

did willfully and deliberately plot his death.

That's not true.

Why are you lying?

Order!

We shall establish

that the defendant enticed her victim into her room,

that she goaded him into a violent quarrel,

then with a weapon near at hand, killed him

and tried to cover the true nature of her crime

by self-inflicted marks on her face and neck.

It was not self-defense

but murder,

murder most foul,

planned, executed with diabolical cunning

to make it seem that she, this soiled dove,

was the innocent victim of a rich roué.

Do not let pity or any other sentiments

sway you in your judgment.

The State demands the verdict of guilty.

So she wants something to wear, does she?

What does she want, a shroud?

That's a nice thing to say.

What's the matter with you? Don't you know a joke when you hear one?

I just don't think it's very funny.

Oh, that's right.

You were stuck on her, weren't you,

till Gordie came along?

Maybe you still are.

Are you going to get some clothes together for her or aren't you?

When I get ready, I will.

I never knew you hated her.

I don't hate her.

As a matter of fact, I kind of like her.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to run my own place

when I get one.

Kind of ambitious, aren't you?

Mm-hmm, got to be if you're here long,

but up until the other night

I never thought I'd make it,

costs so much money.

Why, what happened the other night?

Why don't we get poor old Savannah some clothes, huh?

You go in there and light a lamp.

I'm scared to go in there after what happened.

You sure know your way around, Simon.

Let's get those things.

Sure.

Think they'd clean up the blood, wouldn't you?

Whoo, look at this place.

She sure knew how to live in style, didn't she?

I'm going to have one of these when I get my place--

your own private brass band.

[ Hot Time In The Old Town Tonightplaying ]

[ humming ]

♪ There'll be a hot time

♪ In the old town tonight

[ music stops ]

What's the matter? You don't like music either?

Stop playing games, Jane.

You're too stupid for this kind of thing.

I may be stupid, but I got good news.

My dressing room-- paper-thing walls.

It's surprising what you can hear,

especially when murder's going on down the hall.

Do you know there was somebody else in here that night

besides Savannah and old Gordie boy?

Close the door.

Don't worry. There's nobody else up here.

What makes you think anybody would believe you?

You want to find out?

And don't get any ideas.

Anything happens to me, you got nobody to blame this time.

What are you after?

Money.

Think about it.

Take your time, now.

Take a couple of days.

[ resumes humming ]

Take these. They ought to be good for jail.

♪ There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight ♪

It isn't true.

It didn't happen that way at all.

I know.

Why did you let them say all those things?

Because I couldn't stop him,

and you might as well brace yourself

for more of the same.

The State is going to try you for your reputation,

your saloon, your looks,

everything except the killing in self-defense of Gordon Madden.

Now, I'll do the best I can to win an acquittal,

but I must warn you

that the local jury is going to consider

Madden's background against yours.

He was a thief.

Yeah, you know it and I know it,

but to the local townspeople, especially now that he's dead,

he was a rich man's son sowing wild oats.

You mean, then, that--

I mean that there's probably a good chance

we're going to lose this time,

but I've got enough valid exceptions in the record already

to make a new trial in another town

practically automatic,

and before I'm through, we'll have some more.

What happens to Cathy while you're getting this new trial?

Worst that could probably happen

is that you'll have to spend a little more time in jail.

Are you sure that's the worst?

They're not going to hang you

no matter what kind of case the prosecution makes.

There isn't a jury of western males

would recommend hanging a woman.

They're in too short supply out here.

Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have.

Defendant, rise and face the jury.

BAILIFF: How say you, gentlemen of the jury--

guilty or not guilty?

FOREMAN: We find the defendant guilty

of murder in the first degree.

JUDGE SHELLEY: The court dismisses this jury with thanks.

The court will hear any motions at 10:00 tomorrow morning

before pronouncing sentence in this case.

Well, the judge had everything figured just right, didn't he?

I hope he has the rest of it figured right.

There are enough errors in this transcript to get a dozen new trials.

Let's go, Savannah.

The stage is coming, Miss Dent.

Thank you.

HENRY T.: Shelley.

Henry T.

First time I've seen you out at night in years.

Step inside before you take a chill.

I've got a fire inside of me,

warms me clear through to the skin.

What can I do for you?

I was thinking earlier this evening.

I've been a good friend to you, Roy.

I know that. I appreciate it.

I made you.

You certainly helped.

I made you.

I loved my son.

A son is a man's link to immortality.

He may be wild, he may be foolish,

no good,

even a thief,

but a man has got to protect that son...

because that son carries his seed,

and some day he'd have children himself,

and they would carry his seed,

and that seed would go on for ever and ever

until the end of the world.

That's immortality.

You think I'm going to get me some more sons...

at my age...

in my condition?

You bet I ain't.

When that woman killed my son,

she put an end to my line.

That's an awful thing to do, Roy--

put an end to a man's line.

What are you going to do with her?

I haven't decided on the length of the sentence.

I have.

Catherine Devlin,

you who are also known as Savannah,

you have been tried and found guilty

of a crime of murder in the first degree.

It is now my duty to pronounce sentence on you.

It is the sentence of this court...

that one week from today

you shall be hanged by the neck until dead.

[ spectators clamor ]This is an outrage!

Court is now adjourned.

You can't do this.

I said court was adjourned.

You could get it reduced.

As the father of the victim, he'd listen to you.

They won't get away with it, Cathy.

They won't. Believe me.

I'll have to take you back.

There isn't a high court in the land

wouldn't reverse that verdict.

We've only got eight days.

I'll be in the State Capital in two.

Is there anything at all I can do here while you're gone?

Oh, just keep her company.

Try to convince her I know what I'm talking about.

Try to convince yourself, too, while you're at it.

I believe you, Judge.

That's a step in the right direction.

Well...

Judge, I...

just don't know how to tell you

how much I appreciate what you're doing for Cathy.

Just don't send any more misleading telegrams.

Remember the story about the boy and the wolf.

Now, sit tight.

Everything will work out fine.

Eight days--

anything could happen in eight days.

Creation itself only took seven.

I cut it as fine as I could.

You didn't cut it fine enough.

What do you think that smart lawyer is going to be doing

for the next eight days?

He'll try for a new trial.

Will he get it?

Will he get it?

He'll get it.

So that's what you had in mind.

Well, it won't work.

You're going to move that date up.

I can't do that.

You can do anything I tell you to do.

Well, I won't do this.

When I own a dog or a horse...

or a man...

they do what I tell them.

Want me to spell it out for you?

I'll take care of it.

Good day, Shelley.

How much did I cost you when you bought me?

You came reasonable.

We're working for you, Cathy.

The Judge is working for you.

You know, he went to the Capital,

and we've got enough time.

Now, don't worry.

You listening to me?

It doesn't matter.

Well, sure it does. It's got to matter.

Don't give up now.

I'm tired.

I'm just too tired to care.

Hey, time's up.

It's going to be all right.

Don't worry, and get some rest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Liar.

Good night.

Did you say good-bye to her?

What do you mean...

good-bye?

Why, didn't she tell you?

The court ordered the date of the execution moved up.

To when?

Tomorrow.

Shelley?

Judge Shelley!

What do you want?

You moved the execution up.

Why?

In my judgment it was necessary

to prevent civil riot and disorder.

What are you talking about?

There's no trouble in town.

Get away from me.

Oh, you don't need that thing

because if I wanted to kill you,

that wouldn't stop me,

but I'm not going to kill you, Judge,

because that's too good for you.

You can spend the rest of your life

wondering whether you're a man or a dog.

[ clock chiming ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ men hammering ]

Simon...

Yes, Savannah.

How much time?

Plenty of time.

Try and get some sleep.

Hold it right there.

Take your gun belt off real slow, real careful.

Put it down on the desk real quiet.

Come on. Hurry up.

Pick up the keys and let's go.

You'll never make it.

If I don't, you'll never know it.

Get a move on.

Tell your deputy, he starts anything, he's killing you.

Hold it.

All right, take your gun belt off real slow.

Toss it over in the corner there.

Do what he tells you.

Come on.

Open the door.

Are you crazy? They'll kill you.

Open the door.

Get inside, both of you. Quick.

Take your belts off. Hurry.

Take their belts and tie their hands behind their backs.

Then gag them.

We need all the time we can get.

[ murmuring ]

[ horse neighs ]

They'll have to stick to the road with that buggy.

We'll pick up their trail easy.

HENRY T.: Hold it.

I'm riding with you.

You'll never make it.

I'll make it.

I thought I was dreaming.

You did break me out, didn't you?

Uh-huh.

You know you're going to be an awfully old man

before you get out of jail...

if they don't kill you first.

Like I said, they have to find us.

They will.

Won't they?

All we have to do is stay hard to find

till Judge Garth gets back from the State Capital.

Ho.

Better give him another breather.

He isn't in training for a day like this.

I don't think I am either.

Turn around.

That help?

Mm-hmm.

Why did you do it?

Was it for old time's sake?

For my sake.

If I let the Judge go on a long trip like this for nothing,

he'd have my head.

Come on, boy. Let's get back to work.

He's earned a rest.

Come on, get up.

Let's see what's in the back.

What is it?

Hold your breath and cross your fingers.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Did it ever occur to you we could starve to death?

You can go a long time without food.

What you can't do without is water.

Come on.

[ sighs ]

You know, I wish you hadn't found that basket.

I hadn't even thought about food until then.

Now I'm starved.

[ chuckles ]

Feel better?

Mm-hmm. Cleaner,

but I'm still hungry.

You remember that chicken I brought you that night?

Mm-hmm.

Did you ever eat that?

As soon as you left.

Pig.

I hope its ghost comes back to haunt you.

What's the matter?

Don't you believe in ghosts?

Never thought much about it till the other day.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

[ object clacks ]

[ cocks gun ]

Hi, cowboy.

Please don't go poking no more guns at me.

I had enough for today.

Where did you get that buggy, boy?

Man gave me $5 to drive her into Meadsville.

Lady with him took my pants.

You'll catch your death out here.

I got a fire inside of me.

What about you, Simon?

Where's your fire?

I'm doing my job.

I don't understand you.

Gordie was your friend.

I gave you your start because of that friendship.

Why, I practically made you an adopted son.

Now you're-- you're holding back

from catching the woman that killed Gordie.

What's the matter with you?

I said I'm doing my job.

[ horse neighs ]

What did you find?

Picked up the trail.

They're heading over the mountains.

Man would have to be half noble and half snake

to get across that country.

You're right.

Well, it won't take long now.

Say, supper'll be ready in about ten minutes.

I was just trying to figure out

how long it's been since I've worn a pair of man's trousers...

or gone horseback riding

or spent a night under the stars.

I know what you're thinking.

Night is day for a woman like me.

Day's night.

I have my life all mixed up.

How does a girl get her life all twisted up?

Can you tell me that?

[ mutters ]

Why didn't you come back?

I told you.

I did.

Not in time.

I waited for you so long.

Somebody else came along.

Hmm.

I picked myself a good one, all right--

a gambling man.

What happen to him?

Oh, he was fast with his lip and slow with a gun,

in his case a fatal combination.

Then after that, days began to turn into nights.

That's how life gets all twisted up.

I guess if it hadn't been for me, you would have been all right.

Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

Must've been thinking it,

probably been thinking it for the last seven years.

If I had come back,

there wouldn't have been any mixed-up life

or gamblers or anything else to bother you.

No.

What I'm trying to say is--

what I'm really trying to say

is thank you.

It's nice being out under the stars again.

Just a little. Drink it slow.

Come on. Come on.

Can you spare some water?

Easy. We can't afford to spill any.

Come on.

Let's go this way.

Cathy, come on. On your feet.

You got to.

I'm sorry.

All right, get some rest.

MAN: He's coming around.

Well, now, looks like you're going to make it for sure.

Where is Cathy?

Your woman's all right. We rigged up a tent for her.

You take it easy. She's still asleep.

Who are you?

Name's Foley.

One of my drovers out chasing a stray

come across you and the missus.

I'd say you're two pretty lucky people.

How long was I-- was I--

Going on ten hours since we found you.

You feeling better?

Yeah, I guess I will when I get a meal inside me.

I'll need a couple of horses and some gear.

I'll pay you for them over market.

We'll take care of you in the morning.

Well, we've lost quite a bit of time.

I was hoping maybe we'd get started tonight.

Well, you might, but not her.

She'd never make it.

We'll fix you up in the morning.

All right.

Good night.Good night.

Cathy.

How do you feel?

Oh...

I just keep going back to sleep again.

You know those nice men gave me a whole bucket of water

just to wash in?

What did you tell them?

About us, I mean.

Our wagon broke down.

I left out the part about the posse.

It's a pretty nice room.

How'd you manage it?

Well, I guess the trail boss

just naturally thought we were married.

I didn't see any reason to talk him out of it.

As soon as they're settled, I'll go on back outside.

Have them think we quarreled?

What kind of a marriage would that be?

Here.

Pleasant dreams.

Cathy?

Mm-hmm.

What the trail boss said about us being married...

Don't worry. I won't hold you to it.

Maybe the trail boss was right.

I mean, after all this is over,

I think we should be married.

I haven't cried for six years.

I'm afraid I'm about to spoil a record.

Right now I'd rather say yes

more than anything else in the world.

It's going to take all the strength

and the willpower I have not to.

I mean it, you know.

I know you do,

and I'll never forget it...

but too much has happened.

Too many bridges have been burned.

It just wouldn't work out,

not for either of us.

You're wrong, Cathy.No.

No.

Thank you...

more than you'll ever know.

Good night, kid.

Seems like you and the woman left out a few details.

We had to.

They were going to hang her.

Get up slow.

I'm sorry, mister. They're the law.

It's all right.

All I wanted was time. I got it.

Tie him up.

AVEDON: What are we stopping here for?

That tree has a good branch for what we need.

I didn't come here on a lynching bee.

Judge Shelley signed her death warrant.

It's your duty to carry it out.

Bring her up.

You're not giving orders here.

I said bring her up!

Why, you miserable--

All right, set the rope.

Do your duty.

All right, if you're too spineless...

What kind of a murderer are you?

She's not going to hang.

She didn't kill Gordie.

A jury says she did.

And I say she didn't.

HENRY T.: Well, who did, then? Tell me that?

If she didn't do it, who did?

I did.

So she's got you, too, hmm?

You think you can stall things until we get into town.

It's the truth.

I don't believe you.

I don't care whether you believe me or not.

Took you a long time to turn into a man.

HENRY T.: You were friends,

Gordie and you.

I hated him.

When I saw what he was doing to her,

I would've killed him with my bare hands.

I would have if he hadn't grabbed for those scissors.

Oh, I knew what I was up against in your town.

I didn't think they'd do anything to her.

Everybody knew how rotten he was.

Cut her down.

I've got your bill ready.

The station master says you bought only one ticket.

That's right.

Why aren't you taking her with you?

She turned me down.

You mean that?

I asked her to marry me.

She said no.

So she finally got over you, huh?

Good-bye, Warren.

Good luck.