All language subtitles for S04E14 - Letter of the Law

♪ [ theme music plays ]

JENNIFER: Will we have to
wait long, do you think?

I hope not.

It'll worry the threads
right out of that dress
if we do.

Uncle, for the last time,
it's not a dress,
it's a suit.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Do I look all right?
Is my hair mussed
or anything?

For the third time,
young lady, your hair is lovely,

that...suit is beautiful,

and the governor
will probably fall in love
with you on sight.

Tell me, is he as handsome
as they say he is?

Well...MAN: Careful, Henry.

Don't commit yourself.

Governor,
how are you?

Fine, Henry.
And who is this?

This is my niece,
Jennifer.

She insisted on meeting
a bona fide war hero

and territorial governor.

Jennifer,
I'm very pleased to meet you.

That's a beautiful dress.

Uh, suit,
Governor.

Yes...yes, of course.

Shall we go
into the library?

Jennifer.

Henry.Thank you.

Well, how are things
are the ranch, Henry?

I understand
the beef market
is going up.

Oh, it is, it is.

I believe it'll stay up.

Thank you.So do I...

so do I.

I believe these
are boom times, Henry...

boom times.

Now, what can I do for you?

I, uh, I wrote you
over a month ago, James.

Didn't receive an answer.

About the Westley case?

About the Westley case.

Well, I'm familiar
with the trial, Henry.

I find no circumstances
for a rehearing.

I have here a transcript
of the trial--

It's right here, Henry.

Together with
Westley's previous record...

and a report from
the territorial prison.

He's aged ten years.

Prison life is rigorous, Henry..
as is the army.

I've heard of people
who are being inducted
into the army--

I've never heard of anyone
falsely convicted into the army.

Was this man
falsely convicted?

[ sighs ]
I don't know.

I do know his trial
was improper.

The court refused
to admit evidence

showing the confession
was coerced, I know
that's improper.

I can cite you cases
from here to Washington.

Westheimer v. New York,
Sodor--I'm sorry, Henry.

But as amicus curiae,
I have a petition for
a rehearing.

Denied.

I haven't filed it yet.

It'll be denied.
Save yourself the trouble.

I'm sorry, Henry,

but I believe
Westley is guilty.

Well, young lady...

now that you've met
the governor,

I hope you're not
too disappointed.

Oh, not at all.

Jennifer and I
might be disappointed
in the decision,

but
certainly not the man.

How long are you
going to be in town?

Oh, we'll probably spend
a few days.

My foreman was up here
with us,

but he took the morning train.

He's on his way
back to Shiloh now.

[ train whistle blows ]

Come on. How many cards?

Hit me with a couple.

MAN: Reach!

Turn around.

Now, you and me are going
to transact a little business,
my friend.

Put the money in the bag.

Cowboy, I'm looking
for your twenty dollars.

Is this it?

And raise you twenty.

Now drop it.

Turn around.

Turn around, or do you
wish to have your head
blown off, friend?

That's right.

Thank you for the courtesy.

I'm raising twenty.

[ wheels screeching ]

Hope everyone's
all right in here.

We just had a robbery
in the baggage car.

They get away?Just one fella did it.

He's probably got a horse
hidden around here someplace.

We can still catch him.
Want some help?

I sure do.
Say, loan me your gun.

I don't know what that fella
cost the railroad,

but he owes me
two months pay.

Let's go.

Let's cut across there.

[ horse neighs ]

All right, hold it!

Come on! Let's go in!

What's your interest
in that money, cowboy?
It belong to you?

No, and I never
thought it did.

Let's have
a look at you.

Well, look fast.

I don't expect to be
around here much longer.

Am I right about that?I'm no doctor.

Do you have to be a doc
to risk an opinion?

What good
would it do you?

Put your head back.

[ labored breathing ]

Is there a chance
there's a doctor
on the train?

I don't think so.
Sorry.

There's nothing here
for a doctor.

Now, if you were to produce
a priest out of your pockets...

I know we haven't got
one of those.

You're not much good,
are you?

Maybe you want
somebody to know.
Do you have a family?

Do you want to
give us your name?

Do I need a name
where I'm going?

It's up to you.

A man can live without a name...

but dying that way...

where's the dignity?

James Francis O'Banion.

[ pencil scratching ]

Have you got that now?

James Francis O'Banion.

Aye.

Now, while the pencil's
in hand...

maybe you wouldn't--

I say, maybe you wouldn't mind

writing down something else.

I have enough to answer for,

and me without a priest
to pray over me.

Two years ago,
October,

I held up a mail train
outside Harper Lookout,

and a man named Westley
was convicted.

He wasn't there.

You're talking
about Curt Westley?

O'Banion...

O'Banion, you'll have
to tell us more than that...

or it won't do you
orWestley any good.

Do you know where...
Crystal Falls is?

Yes.
Is that where you hid it?

Crystal Falls.

You stole some money,
then you hid it near the falls.

Where?

I--

It got--

get all wet there.

I got-- got all...wet there.

I hope you can
read my writing.

Wish there was
more of it.

Is it enough
to help Westley?

If the money is where
O'Banion says it is,

Westley has a chance.

I'm willing to
help you find out.
Let's get started.

I don't know if
you're trying to hurry me
or keep me honest.

I'll just
keep you company.

Come on,
it's a long ride out there.

Up ahead.

Whoa.

I guess the best place
to start looking

is right behind the fall.

Whether or not it's the bank
of James Francis O'Banion,
it sure it pretty.

Prettier if we
find the money.

Feel like gambling
today?
Why?

I say we'll find
the money here.

If you think otherwise,
name your odds.

I don't want to
take your money.

There's nothing in here.

That's all.Let's get out of the wet.

Last chance.

What are your odds?

Go on, open it.

Well, now...
how's James Francis doing?

Tell you better
after I count it.

I'd say
it was on the level.

I'd say he held up
that train, not Westley.

Looks that way.

Where you goin'?

Back to Shiloh.

Seems to me
you've got some new evidence
to show the governor.

Give him my regards.

Mr. Westley will be home
within a week.

It's been nice
meeting you, Sheriff.

Well, uh, this is--
this is for a parole,
not a pardon.

I'm aware of that.

Well, Westley, is a...

I mean, he-- he's had
a full exoneration.

Governor, this man
is completely innocent!

The confession of one thief
does not exonerate another.

Sheriff...

I feel there is enough
additional evidence

to warrant a parole.

There are a great many parties
involved in this case...

and a pardon at this time
might be unwise.

Well, all right.

We'll settle
for a parole.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

[ train whistle blows ]

Hold on.

Don't want him
to see you crying
when he gets here.

I know I will be.
I can't help it.

Oh, you look pretty
anyway. Don't worry.

There he is.

Mr. Sanders.Kip.

Ryker, I just
want to say that...

maybe someday
that I'll--

Thank you,
Emmett.Yeah, thank you.

Don't thank me.
Here's your man right here.

Not my doing.
It was an accident.

O'Banion made the mistake
of breaking up a poker game

when I was holding
four aces.

Couldn't let him
get away with that.

Whatever the reason,
I appreciate it.

Just wish we could have
gotten you a full pardon.

I got more than
I expected.

Well, welcome home,

and if there's anything
I can do for you,

just let me know.

Emmett.

We could use
some extra help at Shiloh,
if it's handy for you.

Thank you.

Guess I'd better
unload the wagon

and turn the horses out
in the corral.

Later.
Come inside.

I can't believe it.
I...

I never thought I'd ever
see this place again.

I never thought I'd ever
see youagain.

Oh, Curt.

Only good thing
ever happened to me
was marrying you.

All the time
I was in prison,
for two years,

every lonely,
long night and day

I tried to figure out
how'd I get that break?

How'd I get you?

All I was used to was
rotten luck and dirty deals

and burn-out crops.

Going to jail,
I could understand that,

that was the usual
Westley style. But...

how'd I get you?

Then one day I realized I...
I never did get you.

I...I never did.

Not for true, just a taste
of you for a few years

so that when they put me away
I'd have something to miss.

Putting a man like me in prison,
that was no punishment.

My whole life had been a prison.

So to really punish me,
they had to...

they had to make me
miss something,

so they give me
the loan of you
for a few years

so I could remember...

remembering and...

having you and..

and what it was like
to touch you and...

hold you and...

love you.

Curt, you've gotta
stop thinking that way!

Now, you just tell me
how I'm supposed to think
any other way

when my life has been
nothing but one dirty deal
after another?

Darling,
we're together again.

We always will be.
Always.

Together.

You're still here.

You waited for me. Why?

Why?

Why? I'm your wife.

You could have gone away,
you--

Oh, no!

But you waited for me.

Why me?

I loveyou!

Man:
♪ I'll eat when I'm hungry

♪ And I'll drink when I'm dry

♪ If the moonshine
don't kill me ♪

♪ I never will die

♪ Rye whiskey,
rye whiskey... ♪

Sheriff.

What do you say,
Lathrop?

I want you to meet my boss,
Mr. Sanders.

Sheriff Ryker.Sheriff.

I'm Charles Sanders.
Chief security officer
for the railroad.

Yeah, I know all about you,
Mr. Sanders.

I know quite a bit
about you,sir.

Something I can do for you?

[ clatter ]

Let me take care
of this first, will you?

Sure.Thank you.

Hey, Sheriff!

All right,
all right.

What's the matter
with you, Chase?

When do we get
something to eat
around here?

What's that
over there on
your table?

That's what they feed pigs
in Texas.

I know, that's why
we had it imported
special just for you.

[ mugs clanking
on bars ]Couple of drifters.

Broke up one of
our better saloons
last night

trying to lick
the whole town.

They lost.Hmm.

I imagine you get
a lot of experience
handling drunks.

Yeah, we get enough.

Come in on the train?Just passing through.

Thought I'd take
the opportunity to meet you.

This is a social call,
huh?

I put Curt Westley in prison.

I helped get him out.

How about a drink?

Dusty ride
up here from Denver.Yes, thank you.

No?

There's some water back there
if you want any.

No, thank you.

Well, glad you stopped by,
Mr. Sanders.

Pleased to have--I want you to
keep an eye on Westley.

You want? You trying to
tell me how to run my office?

Sorry.

I was merely suggesting
that you--Suggesting?

What are you like
when you give an order?

What do you got
against Westley?

The railroad
knows he's guilty.

No, I mean you.
What have you got
against him?

You want to keep him locked up,
not the railroad.

Hmm.

I don't expect you
to understand this.

To me, the criminal is...
is a jackal.

He's a parasite
who preys on his betters.

Attacks them when they're
off-guard and helpless.
Feeds on them.

He is an animal
who must be hunted,

taken, caged,
or destroyed.

That's my job.

I believe in it.
I'm good at it.

I take it seriously.
I give it my life.

I didn't expect you
to understand it.

No, I understand it.Do you?

Yeah, you're a dedicated man.Yes, I am.

Only a man like you, Sanders,
dead-set on getting a jackal

has to be careful
he doesn't shoot first,
check his sights later.

Just might find
it wasn't a jackal
you destroyed.

Westley was convicted
of armed robbery.

For assault
with intent to kill,
Sheriff.

The court made a mistake.

No. No mistake.

What about
O'Banion's confession?

What about
Westley's confession?

I'm partial to that one.
I got it out of him.

How'd you get it?
Voluntarily?

Just a minute, Kip.

Sheriff Ryker,
how many confessions
have you had volunteered?

Now, Kip may have
used persuasion,

arguments, facts--

the point is that
Westley did confess.

Under pressure, Sanders.
You used pressure!

And something else--
something called instinct.

You either have it,
or you don't have it.

Westley and I grew up
in Medicine Bow.

Kids together,
took our first drink together.

I don't know
when it first happened,
but he began to change.

He seemed to think
the whole world
was against him.

Right after the robbery,

Kip trailed the bandit,
and he brought him back.

He brought back Westley!

You don't know Westley,
Sheriff.

But ask around.
People here can tell you.

He's trouble.

All right.
You're right,
I don't know him.

But I know his wife,
and you know her, too.

Now, there must be
something decent about Westley

for a woman like Joan
to get hitched up to him!

Unless there's some dark secret
you want to tell me about her.

No...
no, she's a good woman.

Forgive
my skepticism,
gentlemen.

Lathrop,
you should know better.

Throughout history,
your so-called "good women"

have been fascinated
with the criminal type.

They have a perverse streak

which feeds on the excitement
of being with a man
who breaks the law.

No. Not in this case.

What I mean is, uh,
some people are different.

She doesn't seem like
that kind of a girl.

Kip, someday
you and I will sit down

and discuss women
and criminology.

Not right now.Sorry, sir.

Facts are facts.

This wasn't
Westley's first offense.
He had a record.

No man with a record
ever changes, eh?

Well, it's too premature
for me to speculate, Sheriff.

You said you knew
quite a bit about me.

Yes, quite a bit.

For example, I know that
not too long ago

you were on
the other side
of the law.

And it it also strikes me
that for a man

who was no particular friend,

you've gone to
a great deal of trouble
for Westley.

Isn't it about time
for you to catch your train?

I must admit that
my curiosity was aroused

when I learned that
you were the law here
in Medicine Bow.

Be an interesting experiment.
We'll see how it works out.

Your clock is
three minutes fast,
Sheriff.

That's how I like it.
This is my office.

I'm leaving.

Oh, by the way,
you know, of course

that there's still $10,000
missing from that job.

You're leaving, Sanders.

CHASE:
♪ If I...

♪ Was the sheriff

♪ And I had me a key

♪ I'd open the door

♪ And I'd let
old Chase go free ♪

Shut up!

Come on in.

Yeah?Good morning.

Good morning.

You're the Virginian.

You're Sanders. Railroad.

Takes care of
the formalities.

Sit down.

Oh, thank you.

The reason I'm here--

I didn't know you were
in Medicine Bow.Just got in.

The reason
I've come to see you...

Curt Westley?

No, not quite.

The reason I'm here,

I was hoping you could
tell me something about
Sheriff Ryker.

Ryker?I had planned to talk
to Judge Garth,

but I understand he's away.

And apparently after Garth,
you're considered...

ah, well, I hear
you're an honest man.

What do you want to know?

Is Ryker an honest man?

[ chuckles ]
You don't like the question.

I don't like the question,

I don't think I'm gonna like
your reason for asking it.

I suppose you know
he has a record.

As sheriff? Sure.

We've got law andorder
in Medicine Bow.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant,
Sanders.

Take my word for it:
I did you a favor
by ignoring it.

I'm gonna do you
another one.

If you're worried about Ryker,
forget it. Right now.

I take it
you're a friend of his, too.

I hope so.

But friend or not,
if I had a few too many
on Saturday night

and decided to use
the church steeple
for target practice,

Sunday morning I'd wake up
in Ryker's jail.

Um-hmm.

All right.
Thank you.

Sanders.Yes?

Are youan honest man?

I don't mean
do you obey the law...

but are you an honest man?

Good dinner.

What'd I eat?

You're a big help.

I was counting on you
to tell me what I cooked.

[ dogs barking,
hoofbeats outside ]

How dare you
come to my house
like this?!

Gently does it,
Mrs. Westley, gently.

Just thought I'd drop by.

Well, you just get out!

And you! Haven't
you done enough?!Easy, honey.

Mr. Sanders, Kip.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Feeling all warm and friendly,
are you, Westley?

Freedom must have hit you
like laughing gas.

It's over now.
Bygones are bygones.

I'm home now.

Simple as all that.

You forget easily.

I can try.

It cost me
two years of my life,

but there's still
a lot of years left yet.

Home is the hero.

Almost makes one well up,
doesn't it, Kip?

Back in the arms
of a loving wife...

the classic situation.

Worst part of prison,
isn't it, Westley,

those long nights alone.

You'd better go.

Tell me, Mrs. Westley,

did you miss your husband
as much as he missed you?

Nice little place
you have here.

In a month or two
you'll start thinking about
a few improvements.

And why not,
with all that cash
so readily available?

Get out!

You're going back
to prison, Westley.

Curt--Why can't they
let me be?

Why can't they
leave me alone?

Darling, they can't
do anything to you.

When's it gonna stop?
When can I breatheagain?

We won't let them.
Let them say what they like,

we won't listen,
we don't haveto listen.

I could kill him.
I could actually kill him.

It doesn't matter.

All that matters is
that we're together!

And we're gonna
staytogether.

I must say, he gave
a good performance
last night.

Well, I better
be getting aboard.

Keep watching him, Kip.

It may take many months
before he makes his move,

but we'll get him.

Uh, Mr. Sanders, uh...

what if he decides
not to go for the money?

I mean, to forget about it,
not take the chance.

Well, then we will
have a problem.

But I wouldn't
worry about it.

Goodbye, Kip.Goodbye, Mr. Sanders.

[ train whistle blows ]

Can you beat
three queens?

'Fraid I can.

Full house.

You gentlemen
care to continue?

I've had it.

Sit down, Porter.
Let me buy you a drink.

You had a streak of bad luck
tonight, didn't you?

When it comes to luck,
it's the only kind I know.

I heard you were
working a claim
up near the south ridge.

You got more gold
in front of you

than I found
the past two months.

I, uh...got somethin'
you might be interested in.

If there's money in it
I'd be interested.

Evening, Sheriff.

Boss get off
all right?

Left on
the afternoon train.

I think you know
Hoby here.Yeah, I know him.

Hoby was just asking me
about getting a job
with the railroad.

I thought I heard something
about you making a strike.

Oh, that...
didn't work out.

But something
will turn up.

It always does.

Yeah. I know
what you mean.

From what I know
about your boss,

I don't think he'd be interested
in giving Mr. Porter here a job.

You know, Sheriff,
if all of us that had records
couldn't get a job,

a lot of us would be
out of work.

Now, about that job...

We'll let it
wait a while.

Say, two,
three weeks from now.

And you say
there's money in it?

A whole payroll.

We split down the middle.

Nope.

You can keep it all,
Porter.

Every cent.

Don't turn around.
I got a gun on you.

Now, act like
nothing's wrong,
and nothing will be.

Now turn.

Suppose you
open that box?

All right, take it out
like it was a snake
about to bite you.

Easy.

Easy.

Now throw it over
by your chair.

What do you want me
to do with this?

Fill the pockets with money.

You know, except for
being a little dishonest,

I wouldn't be surprised
if you came through this
without a scratch.

That's about all there is.
There isn't any more.

I shouldn't take
your word for anything,
but I will.

All right, turn around.

Turn around.

How'd it go?Like clockwork.

The little man was so scared
I thought he'd pass out

before he got
the safe open.How much you get?

Didn't stop to count.
Looks like 6,000, easy.

Let me see.Forget about our deal?

I told you,
the money's yours.

You said it.
Don't forget it.

You're a rich man,
Porter.Yeah.

Lathrop, I still can't figure
what's in this for you.

Something money can't buy.

There are a couple of things
left to do, then we're quits.

What's that?

A man named Westley.

He's riding the range
up near Lynwood Lake.

You ride up and tell him
about the robbery.

Tell him there's
a railroad detective

looking for
the man who did it.

And then what?

Then you just sit back and...

watch him run.

You know, Kip,
we're in this together.

If anything goes wrong,
I ain't going to prison
all by myself.

Nobody's going to prison.
Just do what I told you.

I'll meet you on the back road
from Medicine Bow

and we'll get rid
of that jacket.

Then I never want to
see you again.

Westley, huh?

Make sure he runs.

What can I do for you?

Well, I was rather hoping
to find someone.

I thought you might
have Westley in here
by this time.

Oh, yeah? Why should I
have him in here?

Haven't you heard about the
Wells Fargo payroll robbery
in Bradenville yesterday?

Didn't take you long
to get up here, did it?

Well, I was in Laramie
when the report came through.

My contact at
Wells Fargo Denver said
I'd handle this for them.

And you promised 'em
Westley?

They'll get Westley.
I promise you that.

Sanders, why are you so fired up
to put Westley back in jail?

He broke the law.
He mustbe punished.

But do you feel
this strongly about everyone
you think is guilty?

Did your father
ever beat you, Ryker?

My father died when
I was two years old.

Oh. Well, mine didn't.

And when I needed it,
he gave me scarson my back.
More than a few.

That must have been rough.

Rough? Ha!
He was right.

He didn't teach me
right from wrong
out of a book!

He etched it on my back.

Maybe... that's why
I don't bend easy.

I, uh...

I read the robbery report

made by the Wells Fargo agent.

The description
of the bank robber...

could fit a dozen men
I could see on Main Street
right now.

Well, it could
also fit Westley.

Any of those men out there
have the initials
the agent saw on the jacket?

That's in the report, too.
"C.W." Curt Westley.

It's too easy, Sanders.

You want proof?
Let's take a ride.

All right.

I'll get my deputy
to watch the office
while we're gone.

Oh, you're a real lawman--
deputies and everything.

[ chuckles ]

[ barking ]

Hello, Emmett, I--Mrs. Westley.

We want to talk
to your husband.

Something's wrong?

No, there's nothing wrong,
Joan,

we just want to ask Curt
a couple of questions.

Is he home?

He's doing
some extra work
at Shiloh.

We needed the money.

When did he leave here?

When was the last time
you saw him?

Two days ago.
Be back sometime today.

Leave him alone.
Leave him be!

Haven't you done
enough to him?!

What do you wantfrom him?

He's trying to start over,
trying to build something,

trying just--
just to live!

Why? Why are you
doing this?

What's he done to you?

What did you tell Lathrop?
Women are "perverse"?

That what you call it?

Never met
a criminal's wife yet

didn't think her husband
was a saint.

She doesn't think
Curt's a saint.

Just a man,
not a jackal.

Maybe we can prove it to her
this time.

[ hoofbeats recede ]

[ clatter ]

CURT:
Joan, come here!

Curt?

Why are you here?

What's the matter?

It's Sanders again.

Joan,
I've got to go away.

And I got to
go away alone.

Well, where will you go?

I don't know.

But there's one thing
I want youto know:

I did not rob
that Wells Fargo office
in Bradenville.

But someone sure is
spending a lot of time

trying to prove that I did.

Were you in Bradenville?

No, I wasn't.

That doesn't mean much.
I can't prove where I was.

Why can't I
go with you?

Sanders would like that.
He'd send you to prison, too.

Why don't you just
tell them the truth?

Where were you
when the robbery
took place?

Lynwood Lake.

My foreman had sent me up there
to round up a few strays.

Next day this man rode by--

a stranger,
I'd never seen him before--

and he said the railroad
had sent a detective out

with a reward for an ex-convict
named Curt Westley.

That's why I got to go.

Bye, Joan.

I'll get Westley.

You, uh...

take care of his jacket.

[ laughs ]

What's so funny?

I was just thinkin',

the poor galoot
doesn't stand a chance.

[ laughs ]

This is where he camped.

Still think
he's out here
hunting strays?

If he'd finished
and started in,

we would have come across him
on the way out.

Would you like
an educated guess
why we didn't?

Emmett, I want to
talk to you. Please.

Joan, do you know
what's happened to him?

Look at her. She knows.
She's seen her husband,
or she wouldn't be here.

You might advise her
that she's in danger of
breaking the law, Ryker.

At least I expect you
to ask her where and when
she saw Wesley.

Shut up, Sanders. I'm not
one of your railroad cops.

What is it, Joan?

I came to tell you
what Curt told me,
where he's been.

He was working around here,
rounding up strays,

and a man came through,
a man he had never seen before.

Never seen before
and won't see again.
Try telling the truth.

Where is your husband now?!

You raise your voice
to her once more, Sanders,

and you'll have more to
worry about than her husband.

The man said there'd been
a payroll robbery...

that a railroad detective
was offering a reward

for an ex-convict
named Curt Westley.

Sheriff, uh,
may I ask her
just one question?

Mrs. Westley,
did your husband say
he believed the story?

Have you given him
any reason notto believe it?

Now, please, Mrs. Westley,
I'm not trying to anger you.

I simply want to know
why your husband would think
I'd offer a reward for him.

He wasn't missing.

He was out here
hunting strays.

That's what you told us.

He said nobody
would believe it.

We'd better see that
she gets home all right.

She could probably
lead us to Westley.

Whoa.

VIRGINIAN: Look out
for the mare, Joan.

LATHROP:
Sanders. Sanders.

Sanders.

Lathrop!

Sanders...

Kip, what happened to you?

Wes-- Westley.

Did Westley
do this to you?

Not directly.Horse fall with you?

Yeah. I had--
had Westley in sight, too.

I better get you
into the house.

I'll give you a hand.I can handle him
without your help!

Mrs. Westley, I hesitate
to ask a favor,

but Lathrop here is hurt.Bring him inside.

I'll go on inside.

Hurt?Some.

Couple of miles down the road,
I saw Westley.

We might need
some hot water,
Mrs. Westley.

I'll get it.

He crossed just ahead of me.

I would have had him
if that horse would have
stayed on his feet.

Knocked the wind out of me,
and when I came to, he was gone.

Your horse?

And Westley.

You didn't think
he was gonna come back
and pick you up, did you?

Well...

what do we have here,
Mrs. Westley?

How would
I know?

Looks like what's left
of a man's jacket.

Would that you be your guess?Might be.

Funny, never heard of cooking
with a cloth fire before,

but I'm not too old to learn.

Do you find one kind of cloth
better for baking than another?

I didn't put that there.
I don't know how it got there.

You didn't?That's what she said.

Well, someone did.

What a wasteful thing to do
to a perfectly good jacket.

Wouldn't you say,
Mrs. Westley?

Now, who would do
a thing like that?

Well...

...what do you know?

Mrs. Westley,
just for the record,

this was found in your house,
in your cook stove.

Now, in the eyes of the law,
you can be an accomplice--

just as involved as
your husband, just as guilty.

Joan...

would you leave us alone
for a minute, please?

I'm not through with her.

Joan.

You're taking a lot
on yourself, Ryker.

If Westley gets away--

I made a mistake.

Well, that's
an interesting admission.

The jacket change your mind?

I don't know about that,
but I do know this:

I can get more information
out of here than you can.

Well, maybe
I underestimated you.

I do my job. Differently than
the way you do yours maybe,
but the job gets done.

That's what I heard.
Well, good.

Go ahead and see
what she can tell you.

Not yet.
Let her worry a while.

You, uh,
you goin' after Westley?

Soon as I get Kip set here.

Huh. All right.

Well, see you outside.

Hmm.

Well, we'll get you
all patched up,

and then we'll really
make ourselves unpopular
around here.

I never said
it wasn't possible
for a man to change.

He's pretty chummy
with Westley.

The law is the law.

A man believes in it,
nothing else matters...

friendship, love.

Hmm.

What happened in there?

Enough. Look,
they'll be riding
after Westley.

On one horse?Lathrop can take mine.

You're very accommodating
all of a sudden.

Well, that's what
I want 'em to think.

You on to something?

I hope so.

Look, somebody
has to go with 'em.

If they catch Westley,
I don't want 'em to have him
all to themselves.

You're not going, huh?

I'd like for you to go.

I've got something else
to do.

[ door opens, closes ]

Kip, we'll mount you
one of Westley's horses.

He'd want that,
I'm sure.

Why don't you take mine?

Westley might
call you a horse thief.

You better let me
hang on to that.

This is my new deputy.

He's gonna go with you.
He knows this country
pretty well.

I'll look for him
to be a big help to you.

They've left?

Emmett,
what's going to happen?

I wish I had a--

I wish I had a quick,
happy answer, but...

Joan, that jacket
belongs to Curt,
doesn't it?

Joan?

But I haven't seen it in months.
I thought it was gone.

Why would you see it?
Curt's been in prison.

I put all his things away
in the closet. That jacket--

If they were put away,
how is it that you
happened to notice

that it was gone?

Once in a while,
when I couldn't stand
being apart from him,

I'd open it up
and look at his things.

Sometime at night.

I'd touch his sleeve,

I'd try and pretend--

And now they're going to
take him away from me again!

No, no, they're not
gonna take him away.

You don't believe
he did it, do you?

Joan, you thought
that jacket was gone,
right?

Now, I have to have
a straight answer.

Yes, I'm almost sure. I--

I thought it was there,
and then I'd think that
he'd taken it to prison,

but he didn't
bring it back.

Sanders hates Curt.

Maybe Sanders
got ahold of it somehow

and he's using it
to send Curt back to prison.

Yes!

The night he was here he said,
"You're going back to prison."

Well, that's it, Emmett!

I've had to wonder
the same thing a couple
of times, Joan.

But you see, I--

I just can't fit it
with Sanders.

Now, I don't like him,

and there's something wrong
with him, you know that,

but I just can't see him
breaking his own rules,

you know what I mean?
For anything.

Then how--Yeah, I know, how did he
get it out of the closet,

and how did it get
into the fire?

It has to be Sanders!
You don't know what he did!

He came here and he made nasty,
dirty remarks about me to Curt.

He wanted Curt to hit him
and break his parole.

It hasto be Sanders!

Joan, the night
that Sanders came here

and tried to push Curt
into breaking his parole,

made those remarks about you--

was Lathrop with him?

Yes.

Well, did he do anything
when Sanders said
whatever it was?

No, why?

I don't know, it's just that
once before Sanders made
some remarks about you

and Lathrop defended you.

It was pretty clear
he admires you.

Look, this isn't
an easy thing for me to say...

but I know how
it must have been for you alone.

Two years is a long time
to be without a--

without your man.

Well, I'm sorry,
but it-- it happens.

I mean, you're alone here,
you're scared,

you don't even
know for certain

if your own man is
coming back to you,

and then somebody else
comes along,

somebody who's--

well, who thinks
you're just about
the finest woman alive,

somebody who never
got married,

who sees you're alone,
sees his chance.

Joan?

All right.

You and Lathrop?

Yes. Kip used to come here.

Helped me, did things
around here, and--

Say it, Joan.

And he tried
to make love to me.
Yes!

And?

And nothing happened!

You didn't see him again?

I let him come back.
I felt sorry for him.

He loved me.
He never tried
anything again.

That's all that happened,
Emmett, nothing more.

All right.

Nothing more
as far as you're concerned,
but what about Lathrop?

As long as Curt was in prison,
he still had a chance, right?

And then we got
O'Banion's confession.

And then there was a chance
that Curt would be released
from prison,

so he took the jacket,
just in case.

Yeah.

Lathrop was in a position
to know when the payroll

was going to be
in the Wells Fargo office.

Only he couldn't
do the job himself.

He had to get someone
he could trust, someone
who needed money pretty badly.

Yeah.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna do some prospecting.

[ horse approaches ]

Hello, Porter.

You have to
be careful out here.

There's bushwhackers
and such.

Yeah.
That's a nice weapon.

You mind if I take a look?

Looks brand new.

Must have set you back
quite a bit.

Guess you made a strike,
huh?

Nah, just a few dollars.

Oh, yeah?
I'd say quitea few.

Like...
like a whole payroll?

Drop your belt, Porter.

Nice and easy.

You...

you really do things
the hard way, Porter.

Reach, mister.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

Now turn around.

It's you.

It's you. You come back.

You sure this is the man,
Caldwell?

Well, looks like Westley,
all right.

It does, huh?

'Course, I could be wrong.

Yeah,
you could be wrong.

Come on, Porter.

I run a high-class jail
over in Medicine Bow.

I want you to
try it on for size.

Whoa!

Well, glad to see you.

We found Curt out at
the old Dakoven homestead.

I talked him out.
No trouble.

What happened to Sanders
and Lathrop?

They're both inside
with Curt.

Find what
you were looking for?

Yeah. Yessiree.

But, uh...

I'll have to do
some more convincing.

You want to do me
one more favor?Name it.

Could you keep him out here
till I call for him?

Sure.All right.

Here he is.
He's all yours.

No,
stay where you are.

You taught me a lot,
Sanders.

Maybe...maybe that chair
fits you better than
it does me.

You taught me never
to trust anybody.

Look, Emmett,
I didn't--You're a liar.

We've offered a deal
to Westley.

He signs
a full confession,

we bury
the physical evidence
that implicates his wife.

That sounds
fair enough.

That's what we've been
trying to get across to him.

What's the matter
with you, Westley?

Don't you know a good deal
when you see one?

I didn't rob
the office, Emmett.

I'm not Emmett.

Not after I went
all the way to
the governor for you.

Not after I believed in you.I didn't do it--

Aw, come on!
How long do you expect
to keep this up?!

What, you gonna make Sanders
send Joan to prison too?
Haven't you hurt her enough?

Well, she knows
I didn't do it.

She can change her mind.

There's nobody else
who could have pulled
that robbery.

Westley, you're it.

Yeah, I'm it.

The man that never
has an answer.

The born loser.

You're a born liar,
Westley,

that's all you are.

You're no good to yourself
and you're no good to your wife.

I'm sorry I ever met you.

What do you want from me?

I want the truth.
I want a full confession.

A full confession, Westley.

Or so help me...

so help me I'm gonna see to it
that your wife

winds up in jail with you.

An accessory.
That's what she is,
an accessory.

Among other things.

You're it, Westley.

A full confession...

or Joan goes too.

You too?

Just like all the rest.

I did it.

And you'll sign
a confession?

Yeah...that's right.

Well...

Congratulations, Sheriff.

It's possible that you will
make a good lawman after all.

You mean like you,
Sanders?

Well,
you could do worse.

I doubt it.

You call yourself a lawman,

and yet you just sat there
and watched me force
a confession

from a man under pressure.

Just like you watched Lathrop
do it two years ago.

Come on, now, Ryker.

The man's a criminal--
does it matter how you
get the confession out of him?

Yes, it matters
when a man is innocent!

Westley is innocent!
Innocent two years ago,
innocent now!

You betit matters!

I must say
you had me fooled,
Ryker.

I thought that maybe
you were beginning
to see the light.

I had no idea
you'd go to such elaborate
lengths to prove a point.

Unfortunately,
the only thing you proved

was that
my original instincts
about you were valid.

That's the second time
you've mentioned instincts
to me, Sanders.

You put a great deal of faith
in instinct, don't you?Yes, I do, Sheriff.

Well, then tell me, Sanders...

what do your instincts
tell you about Lathrop here?

Does he have the same
dedication to law and order
as you do?

I can speak
for myself, Ryker.

I learned a good deal
from Mr. Sanders.

He taught me a man should have
a purpose to his life.

Well, mine is chasing criminals

and seeing that
they're punished.

Curt Westley is guilty,
it's as simple as that.

The law is the law.

A man believes in it,
nothing else matters--

not friendship, not love,
nothing.

Not friendship, not love.

Not love. Nothing.

[ snorts ]

Sanders...

suppose I told you
that Lathrop here

has not only pulled the wool
over your eyes,

he's made you out
a complete fool?

He's made you chase a man
who's no more guilty
of any crime than you are.

[ laughing ]

You notice Lathrop here
is not laughing, don't you?

And you know why?
Because he's in love with
another man's wife.

Because in his twisted mind,

he thinks if he gets Curt
out of the way here,

he can have her.

And you helped him, Sanders.

You couldn't
have helped him more

if you'd wanted it
for yourself.

Huh.
Oh, I don't believe you.

You don't believe me.

Give me your gun,
Lathrop.

Give it to me.

You want your proof?
Open that door.

Go on, open it.

RYKER:
This is Hoby Porter.

Lathrop planned
the whole job

and got Porter
to do it with him.

It's a lie.

No, it ain't.

You made a fool of me.

What's even worse...
you made a fool of the law.

[ sighs ]

The law is right,
Westley.

But the men who enforce it...

they...well,
they sometimes make mistakes.

And sometimes, ironically,
in the name of the law,

they commit
even worse crimes than...

than the men they pursue.

That wasn't easy
for him to say.

I know.

Curt, my horse
is across the street
at the livery stable.

Why don't you go on home?
I'll pick him up later.

Emmett.

Deputy...

lock these two up?

Sure.

Open the door.

[ keys jangling ]

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