All language subtitles for S04E25 - The Return of Golden Tom

[ theme music playing ]

MAN: That's it
right there.

That's just how it was.

And there's his partner
Banty Cade--

already shot and dying.

And there's Golden Tom Brant
himself, right there.

First, he killed
Wesley Harcum,

then he killed George Coe.

Amos Coe got scared
and run off. Ha ha!

Oh, he was an elegant man--
Tom Brant.

He sure was.

And right here--
right here in this room,

right there
at that very spot--

Tom Brant stood there.

And Wesley Harcum--
he was killed

right at this table,
right about here.

And Banty Cade--

Banty Cade bled to death
right about at that spot

where the boy is standing
right now.

This boy's
very own grandfather.
Isn't that right, Willie?

Heh heh. Yes, right on
that spot exactly.

How do you know exactly?
Did you see it?

Well, no. I--

I was 11 year old
at the time,

but I know from
my Uncle Albert.

Did he see it?

I didn't get
your name, mister.

Ira Lom, sir--
at your service.

This is my paper.

And that is my story.

"Golden Tom Brant
set free.

Released after
35 years' imprisonment."

I'm a reporter, sir,

sent here to record
the emotions,

the sentiment,
the excitement of the
momentous occasion

for thousands
of hungry readers.

What occasion?

Why, the return
of Tom Brant, sir.

Golden Tom Brant.

You mean here?

Where else would he
return to?

When's he comin'?

I don't know exactly,

but I'm prepared
to wait.

Well, you've certainly
come to the right place.

Tom Brant's a famous man,
all right.

In fact, it's right here
that he became famous.

I can remember as a boy--
all of us kids

used to follow Tom Brant
around all over town.

And he'd take
a $10 gold piece

and just throw it
into the street,

right into the street!

And we'd fight for it.Mm-hmm.

Yes, and right here
in this room,

just like I told you--
right here,

right there exactly,
Tom Brant--

Tom Brant fought
his last battle.
Yes, sir, you told me.

[ laughs ]
Oh, so I did. So I did.

And that wall
over there, sir--

You see that wall?

Well, there used to be
bullet holes there,

where Tom Brant
shot George Coe.

The bullets went
right through him.

You goin' straight home
after work, Sue Ellen?

I might.

I'll walk you there.

Now, ain't you
gettin' bold.

Just 'cause
your granddaddy
had the privilege

to bleed to death in
Tom Brant's company,

you reckon now
you're famous, too?

Just asked.

Go sweep the floor.

Hey, Teddler!
Get Mr. Teddler his beer.

Have you seen
the news?
What?

Your father-in-law--
Tom Brant--

your wife's
very own daddy.

My wife never
set eyes on him.

She was born after
he went to prison...

to a woman he'd
already abandoned.

He's got nothin'
to do with us.

Is that for publication,
Mr. Teddler?

Oh, Mr. Teddler,
this here is Mr. Lom.

He's a newspaper reporter
from St. Louis.

You ought to talk to him,
get your name in the paper.

There's nothin'
to talk about.

How do you feel about
Tom Brant comin' back here?

That's right, Mr. Teddler.
Back to the bosom
of his family.

"Ancient outlaw embraces
long-lost daughter."

You gonna write that?That...

and much more,
Mr. Teddler.

All the carefully
embroidered details

that my editor pays me
all too modestly to invent.

He seemed shocked.

Not half as shocked
as Amos Coe is gonna be.

Amos Coe?

The man in the picture?
The man who ran?

The same.

He's here? He's alive?

Alive and kicking.

He's a big man
around these parts.

Cattle and horses.

I wonder he's gonna feel
when he finds out...

that his brother's killer
is walkin' around
a free man.

No tellin'
what might happen.

No tellin'.

Hey, Teddler!
What's goin' on?

You're like a man
on the way to a fire.

Slow down. I'll walk
along with you.

What's the matter?

Guess you ain't
seen this yet, Mr. Coe.

They set him loose.
He's comin' back here.

I don't know why--
either one.

Mr. Coe, sorry to be
the one to tell you, sir.

No reason it has to mean
anything to anybody, sir.

I mean,
after all these years.

Is the train on time?

Good mornin', Willie.Sheriff.

Is he on this one?
This train?

Who?Mr. Brant.

I've met every train
for the last three days,

and all I ask--
is he on it?

Yeah, he's on it.
Supposed to be, anyhow.

I tell you,
I been waitin'.

My granddaddy
was his partner.

You know that?

Yeah, Willie,
I know that.

Makes me the nearest thing
to his partner now...

you could say.

Yeah, you could say that.

What are you doin'
here, Sheriff?

The governor asked me
to keep an eye on him.

Heh. Like handin' you
a bobcat on a short leash.

I don't know.
He's older now.

Sure, he'd be older.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Well, it's a day of feast
and celebration, huh?

The hero returns.

I got a telegram, Sheriff.

Very efficient--telegrams.

Yeah. Well,
I tell you what.

Mr. Lom, I want to meet
Brant kind of quiet-like,
you know.

So I'd be much obliged
if you'd just--

Sheriff,
I'm a divided man.

I love and respect
the truth,

but truth just doesn't
sell newspapers.

I have been sent
1,000 miles

to perpetuate an old lie.

Lie, you said.

Tom Brant, sir.
Golden Tom Brant.

There's your lie.

Now, just wait
a minute--

Oh, I don't deny that
there was a Tom Brant.

There is.
There is a man.

But Tom Brant,
the legend...

Oh, you're gonna see.

He's gonna be everything
they say about him.

He's gonna come back
wearin' fine clothes,

spendin' money,

and he'll be
just like he was.

Golden Tom Brant.
You'll see.

One of us
will surely see.

[ bell ringing ]

Maybe he got off
on the other side.

Brant?

Captain, I--
I ain't done nothin'.

Are you Tom Brant?

Yes, sir, captain.

You him? The man I'm
supposed to report to?

Brant, sir. Tom Brant.

My number is 032--

No, I don't need
your number, Mr. Brant.

My name is Ryker.

Mr. Brant?
Willie Cade.

Banty Cade
was my grandpa.

What?

Your old partner--
Banty Cade.

Cade?

Mr. Brant,
my name is Ira Lom...

from the St. Louis Carrier.

Do you have any statements
you'd like to make--

how it feels to be free?

how it feels to be
back here again?

Does any of this
bring back old memories?

Old friends, old enemies?

Banty Cade?

George Coe?
Tiger Gill?

He's dead--Banty Cade.

Uh...he got killed.

We know they're all dead,

but do you recollect
any of them?

Yeah, I recall, uh...

Ben Gill.

Um, he killed...

...Big Annie Hagerty
with a piece of firewood.

[ laughs ]

Mr. Brant, our readers
are more interested

in the romantic aspects
of the story--

the legend, the exploits.

What happened
to the gold, Mr. Brant?

The gold?

Now, Mr. Brant,
we have all read the book

where it says
that you and Banty Cade

buried $100,000
in gold coin...

before he was killed.

Before you were captured.

Book?

Yeah. A man
from back east

wrote a book about
you, Mr. Brant--

ten years ago.

You never read it?

No. Oh, someone
told me about that.

Did you and Banty Cade

bury some money
around here?

Uh...money?

Yeah. We--
We had $40 once.

Old tin pot.

Banty--he sneaked back
and he dug it up.

I thrashed him for that.
It was a long time ago.

I guess, you know--

I guess folks
make up stories.

It's a long time ago.

Mr. Brant, I think
you'd better come
along with me now.

Where?! Where?! I ain't
done nothin', captain.

No, I know. I just
want to help you
get settled.

You want a place to
stay here, don't you?

Uh...yes.

Right. Well,
Mrs. Crandall--
the widow Crandall--

she lives up there.
She has nice,
clean rooms.

Yeah. Well...

whatever you say,
captain.

Yes, I--

I just want
to get along.

Well, I guess that's
all it comes down to
after all.

Golden Tom Brant.

That's all
that's left of him.

Heh. I need a drink.

I could give you
a bigger room
than that, Mr. Brant.

Same price.

No.

I can move some more
furniture in--

I reckon he likes it
bare like that,
Mrs. Crandall.

What he's used to.

Looks like everything
is gonna be all right.

For now, anyway.

Everything all right
with you?

Uh-huh.Good.

We appreciate it,
Mrs. Crandall.

I'll be around
in a couple of days.

Oh.

You play chess,
Mr. Brant?

Some.

Heh.

A man in prison
learned me.

I played him chess
for eight years.

Till he died.

Maybe we could play
some evening.

Oh, I'd like that.

Maybe after
I see my daughter?

Well...

Mr. Brant,
I know your daughter.

I hope you haven't
got your heart set on--

That is, she's
a very good woman.

I never seen her, ma'am.
That's a fact.

I run out on her ma
before she was born.

I...I done that.

Perhaps the best thing
to do would be--

I just gotta
see her, ma'am.

It's all I got left.

It's all I come back
here for.

Why should he even
come around here?

That's what I've been
saying to people.

I tell them
he's nothin' to us.
We've never even seen him.

Why do you even have to
talk to them about him?

Well, they know about it,
that you're his daughter.

Yes, all my life.

As Tom Brant's
daughter.

Well, it's a fact.

I could tell you
other facts.

I live decent.

I keep my kids clean,
I dress them neat.

And every Sunday,
I take them to church
and down on their knees.

And every Sunday
I see someone look at me

and nudge someone else
and say, "There's
Tom Brant's daughter."

It didn't stop me
from marrying you.

Wasn't that a kind,
good-hearted thing
for you to do.

And ain't we lived
grand and rich
ever since!

Tom Brant's daughter
and her fine,
successful--

Sarah!

Stop your shoutin'
and stop frettin'.

I saw him.

He passed by the store
today with Ryker.

He's old. An old,
used-up, harmless--

I don't want him
coming around here.

Like you said,
why should he?

You're nothing
to him, either.

Now, go look in
on Ollie.

See if you
woke him up.

He'll wake up anyway.

He's getting worse.

That's what
the doctor said.

He's gonna go right on
gettin' worse,
and there's--

Sarah, will you
take care of him?!

Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen!

Your attention, please!
Step right up, folks...

and look
what I brought you!

Golden Tom Brant--

the famous outlaw and killer
from the Old West!

In the flesh...

right in front
of your very eyes!

Now, then, sir...
where is the book?

My host--
the book, please.

Ah, yes, indeed.

Why'd you
bring him here for?

For your
edification, sir.

And the edification
of all the good people
of Medicine Bow,

as an event historical
and informational--

the living brought
next to his legend.

Now, Mr. Brant, sir--

we got the book
and we got you.

Now, just give us
the truth of it.

Ah, yes.

"No less remarkable

"were the young outlaw's
powers of observation.

"A disturbed pebble
on the trail,

"a broken twig,

were an open message
to his keen eye."

That's you, Tom.Yeah.

I found him walkin' in
circles in the street.

[ all laugh ]

Leave him alone,
all right?

Oh, yes.
Banty Cade.

Oh!

Right back here
where it describes

your partner--
Banty Cade.

Yeah.

"Though small of stature,
as his nickname suggests,

"Bantum Cade was
powerful in frame--

"so the blacksmith
Tiger discovered...
Oh! Oh!

when they quarreled
for an Indian maiden."

Tiger. Tiger.

I remember Tiger.

Do you, now?Yes, I do.

Tell us about that.

They actually fought
for an Indian girl?

Barehanded?No, no, no.

No, it was a fry pan.

A fry pan?A fry pan.

[ all laugh ]

A fry pan. Banty claimed
Tiger stole it from him.

Ha ha! And he hit Tiger

with a big stick
with a nail in it!

[ all laugh ]

Well, the God-awful
truth, folks!

Give me that book.

Now, Golden Tom Brant--

we want you to
tell us about this
right over here.

Your greatest
fight of all!

You and Banty Cade...

again Wesley Harcum
and the Coe Brothers.

Right here in this room!

They even got a picture
to it on the wall.

BRANT: A long time ago.

But I'll read,
and you authenticate it.

"Exhausted, hunted,

"they reached
the tiny settlement.

"At door after door,
Tom Brant sought
medical aid

"for his wounded friend.

"But the once friendly
houses were barred fast.

At length, they reached
the tavern."

Was it like that, Tom?

Yeah, Banty had
an awful thirst.

[ all laugh ]

Oh, that's
comin' up here.

"But grim pursuit

"was closer
than they reckoned.

"As Golden Tom bound
his friend's wounds,

"the door
slammed inwards,

"and they looked into
the hard faces

"of three of the posse--

"Wesley Harcum,
George Coe,

and George's
older brother--"

That's enough!

Turn him loose.

Go on, find something
better to do!

Amos?

Amos Coe?

It's been a long time, Amos.

I spent all afternoon
telling myself

that you were nothing.

But you are something.

You're an old, foul taste
stuck in my throat.

I see you now, Tom.

You ain't worth whippin'.

I don't know
why you came back.

But I'm gonna give you
two days to do your errands.

If you're still here
on the third...

Tom, so help me...

as God as my witness...

I'm gonna kill you.

Come on, Mr. Brant.

That's the hotel
right over there.

Maybe you remember that.

No, I'm not so sure.

It's all kind of
mixed up.

Well, the blacksmith's
shop is over there,

next to the station.

And the saloon,
of course.

That's an old building.
You must remember that.

No, I--

You see, there was
just one street

in my time.

Well, I can't--

Do you--you recall
a great, big old tree,

used to go out that-a-way
at the edge of town?

Oh. The town has grown
way beyond that.

They cut it
for firewood.

It was rotted anyway.

Stump's still there.

Get right home now,
Laurie.

Your ma's waitin'
for you to chore.

That's your son-in-law

and your granddaughter,
Mr. Brant.

There's a boy, too.
He's been poorly lately.

She sure is
a pretty child.

Mr. Brant, you could
go back to the house

and sit in your room.

No.I'll be back soon.

Maybe we could
play some chess.
You said you liked--

No, I gotta--
I gotta go.

You know, I got some
shopping to do.

Take care, Mr. Brant.

Thank you, ma'am.

Giddyap!

I told you,
come straight home!

I raised you to do
as you're told!

I don't want him
to even see you.

You're to stay home
tomorrow, and the day
after that.

Do your chores.

I got enough to bear.

Your brother gettin' sick,
and he's no use to me.

Your father healthy,
and no use to me.

I'm gonna tell you
the work,

and you'd better
listen good.

Run to the store, Laurie.
Get your pa.

Sarah?

Don't come no closer.

Mrs. Sarah.

Sarah?

Well, now...

I been 35 years
afraid of you?

Better I hadn't bothered.

Come no closer.

Your little girl--
she's pretty.

I used to be pretty.

My father, they said--
he was a handsome man.

What do you want?

I, uh...

You know what I want?

Mr. Amos Coe to shoot you
like a dog in the street.

I hope for that.

Say what you want
and get out.

Well, I--

I reckon I...

gave your ma a bad life.

And you.

She was lucky.

She died.

I got raised
by strangers.

Is that what
you want to know?

The orphanage.

I'm sorry.

13 years old--
they bound me out
to a hotel man.

I made beds
and sold blankets.

And every night,
he came pawing at my door,

saying, "Why should you care?
You're Tom Brant's daughter!"

I thought to
make it up to you.

Make it up?

TEDDLER: Sarah!

Oh, when Amos Coe
kills you,

let them take me
where your body lies,

'cause I want to spit!

[ laughing ]
Make it up?!

Sarah!

What do you want?
What does he want?

To make it up to me--
my life.

He wants
to make it up!

Get him out of here!

I just want to
tell you that--

Get him out!

And stay away!

"His friends
were heroic men--

"rough, lawless,
unfettered--

"but natural
aristocrats."

"Mad John Monroe,
for example,

"and Fred Glimp--

"who settled their
gambling dispute
not with words,

"but according to
the frontier code
of honor--

"tied together
at the forearms,

"wielding
silver-handed knives.

Among such men--"[ laughing ]

That what is says?

Silver-handled knives?

Yes. It wasn't
that way?

Naw, Johnny found him
laying drunk,

and he strangled him
with a piece of
fence wire.

Mr. Brant, wouldn't you
rather play chess?

No, no, no.

You go right ahead. I--

I just--I gotta study it.

Why?

What you said about...

what people expect of me.

I gotta find out...

what they expect.

But you said
it was all lies.

It is mostly.

I don't see why on earth
you want to go on--

I--Never mind.

You just go right ahead
and read, please.

Will you? Go on, read.

[ sighs ]

"Among such men
as these,

"Golden Tom Brant
was unequaled.

"His erect bearing,
the natural elegance
of his stride,

"drew the unbidden
attention of
all about him.

"The ease and courtesy
of his manner

"were the envy
of coarser men

"and the delight
of countless
feminine hearts.

"His choice of garments
disclosed the same
refinement--

"an elegance
without display,

a neatness
of every detail."

Afternoon.

A-A-Afternoon.

Aces.

Honey, I think
I'll throw you
in the next pot.

Sue Ellen?

I think you ought
to play piano.

Sue Ellen is busy, boy.

Sitting on my lap,
bringing me no luck
whatsoever.

It's not my fault.

Look at that.

Well, now,
look at that!

Mr. Brant, sir.

Don't tease him no more.

Mr. Brant, you're
all dressed up new
and handsome.

[ chuckles ]

Mr. Brant,
we'd be honored
to have you sit in...

and bring us some of
that hidden treasure.

Oh, no, thank you.
I'm afraid I can't
do that rightly.

Rightly?

I can't rightly
play for money.

Oh. I thought that's
what you meant.

No. I'm afraid
you don't get
my exact meaning.

Excuse me.

Uh, can I?

I once became
acquainted

with a gentleman
named Fitzmorris.

That was
before your time.

This Fitzmorris
gentleman--

he used to ride
the riverboats

between Saint Joe
and New Orleans.

He would play cards
with the passengers.

He did very well--
[ coughs ]

playing cards with
the passengers.

Oh, he was a very highly
educated gentleman,

this Mr. Fitzmorris.

[ chuckles ]

Highly educated
and high toned.

Would you cut the cards
please, miss?

Thank you.

Well, sir, along came
the Civil War.

And they turned
the riverboats

into gunboats.

This sort of hurt
Mr. Fitzmorris' feelings.

He, uh,
tried bounty hunting.

Now, I think
he went to prison.

That's how I became
acquainted to him.

Oh, he taught me chess
and, uh...

other things.

Then I fear he, uh...

got consumption and...died.

Now, you, sir...

you have two pair.

Eights and threes.

Heh heh. Your hand
is a throwaway.

Here's a small straight
up to a seven.

Three to seven.

And you, sir, well...

you have a flush
in clubs.

Heh heh heh.
But, then...

I have a full house--

aces over kings.

[ chuckles ]

A fine gentleman,
Mr. Fitzmorris.

I honor his memory.

Thank you.

Oh, um...boy?

What?

Wait a minute, now.

Your name is Willie,
ain't it?

Willie Cade.
Your Banty Cade's grandson?

What about it?What about it?

Banty Cade was my old
true companion.

You work here, son?

I sweep up,
wait tables.

Yeah, well, there's
no harm in that.

The least I can do
for a Banty--

Here, son. Heh heh!

You buy yourself
some clothes...

partner.

Heh heh.
Does wonders.

Give it to me.
Laurie, give it to me!

He said I could have it!
The old man said I could!

I told you not
to go near him!

He's my granddaddy,
ain't he?

He's nothin'!

Give me that.

And don't you go
near him again,

or I'll lace you
till you can't walk!

Try to raise
a child decent.
Try to keep her--

Sarah.
Sarah, look at that.

What'd he give her?

A $10 gold piece.

Don't mean nothin'.

He came into
the store today,
bought a suit of clothes.

Paid with a gold piece
just like that.

Don't mean nothin'.

Dirty, mean old man
with his dirty money.

I'm gonna throw it
out in the dirt!

I'm gonna throw it
right out in the dirt.

I'm gonna
throw it right out.

TEDDLER: He's already
spent four or five
of those today, Mr. Coe.

Take a look at that.

I see it.

According to legend,

Tom Brant robbed
a gold shipment

35 years ago.

And he overpowered
an armed guard
of five men

hired to protect it.

Why did you
bring this to me?

I've been doing
some research, Mr. Coe,

and it seems that
you were in charge
of that armed guard.

I thought you might be
wondering, like I am,

what happened
to that stolen money...

and where that came from.

I know my readers
are gonna be wondering
about that.

I'm a reporter, Mr. Coe,

and I have to
write the account
of Tom Brant's return

to his old surroundings.

It's kind of
tame stuff, I thought,

but it's getting
livelier all the time.

What should I write
about you, Mr. Coe?

You forget about me.

I couldn't do that, Mr. Coe.
You're part of it.

Tom Brant's
ancient adversary.

In the saloon,
there hangs a picture,

and in the picture
stands Amos Coe.

Runs Amos Coe,
I should say.

In that picture, Amos Coe
is running from Tom Brant.

Now, personally,
I was inclined to doubt--

Forget about
that picture.

I can't do that.
The picture stands
in history.

Mr. Coe, I'm a reporter.
All I require is the truth.

Now, is that it?
Is that picture the truth?

Amos Coe running
from Tom Brant?
Hmm? Is that it?

Get out.

I'm giving you a chance
to correct the record, sir.

Get out!

All right, Mr. Brant,
listen to me.

Listen to me.

If you do have
money hidden--

from before--
it's money you robbed once.
You understand that?

So, you're obliged
to turn it over.

But, Sheriff, if it's
money I robbed once,

well, I served a long
sentence for that.

And I can't be
sentenced again.

Right?

Uh...yeah.
You're right, legally.

Yeah. Well, of course,
it ain't money I robbed.

I'll tell you
something, Mr. Brant.

If you don't have
money hidden,

you've done
a stupid thing.

You know a man
named Ingram?

Yeah, I heard of him.He's in town.

He just sort of
drifted in.

Carl Stacy?Uh-huh.

Frank Swan?Yeah.

Fat Jim Potter?

They've all been
drifting in.

Because of me?

Yes, because of you!
And your money!

Mr. Brant, I got
a rule of thumb.

Two or three gunmen
here in town--

I can stay even.

Four or five--

it's doubtful.
After that, I'm in trouble.

And according to that,
I've been in trouble
since this morning.

You're the one who
set this rumor going.

You lifted the lid
off the honey jar.

Now all the flies
are swarmin' around.

All right.

I haven't forgotten
about Amos Coe, either.

Don't you forget him.

Mr. Brant.

Ma'am?

I admire Sheriff Ryker,

and I don't like to
see him put in trouble.

No, no, no.

Mr. Brant.Yeah?

Do you have that money?

Widow, you know
I got money.

I paid the rent.

I mean, that money,
Mr. Brant.

That old, stolen,
hidden money.

Oh, that money.Well, do you?

What?

Have it?

Oh, heh!

Well, we could finish
our chess game now.

I sure do enjoy this
game of chess. It's--

What are you gonna do
about Amos Coe?

I don't know. I--

I hope I don't have
to do nothin'.

Oh, Mr. Brant.

[ knock on door ]

CRANDALL: Willie.

Mr. Brant.

Willie, you--

you look just fine.

Like a tomcat
in a tiger skin.

Ain't you late
to work, Willie?

A lot of new people
in town--

been askin' me
about you--

some claim
your acquaintance.

I reckon they'd be pleased
and proud to see you.

Oh. Heh.
Askin' for me?

Don't stay on my account.

Well, uh--

Well, then, uh...

if you'll excuse me
a while, widow,

it's the least I can do.

Mr. Brant.

Kindly think on
what I told you.

Surely, widow, surely.

Hi.

Hey, Mr. Brant.Hey.

And a good day to you,
Mr. Cade, sir.

Good day.

Where the devil
have you been?

Walkin'.

Walkin'.

My, oh, my.

Ain't we some pumpkins
in our new suit.

Miss McKim.

[ bangs]

Be right
with you, sir.

Right with you.

There you are.

Mr. Brant.Yeah.

Tom Brant.

I'm Carl Stacy.
You know my pa.

Yeah. How is your pa?

Dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Say, Mr. Brant,
now that I met up with you
accidental like this,

I'd like to talk to you.

See, I have a cattle
proposition goin'
down south.

Thinkin' of takin' on
some partners.

Uh, I need a little
investment, you know.

Yeah. Well, we'll
deliberate on that...

sometime.

Well, I mean...
how about right now?

As long as you're here
and I'm here--

Mr. Brant?
Name is Ingram.

Mr. Ingram.

Care to join us in poker?

Huh?

Oh, not for money.
No, I--

I know your reputation.

And I reckon
you know mine, huh?

No, just for
the pleasure, sir.

I don't mind.

Shouldn't neither one of us
play for money, now,
should we?

Mr. Ingram, I reckon
that's the long
and the short of it.

The long
and the short of it.

[ laughs ] Hey, that's good!
That's funny.

Huh? Ha ha ha!

The long
and the short of it.

Right over here.

Here you go.
Gentlemen,
meet Mr. Brant.

How do you?

How are you?

Guess this is yours.Right.

Look at them yahoos.

Almost stickin' their
hands in his pocket.

Ain't you gonna
go over and introduce
yourself, Swan?

When I want
to skin a rabbit,

I don't walk up
and pat him on the nose.

How are we gonna get
next to him?

Here comes
our answer now.

Have a drink?

Yeah.

Excuse me, sir.
Did I hear rightly

that your name
is Cade?

Yes, sir.
Willie Cade.

No relation
to Banty Cade?

Why, yes--
my granddad.

Well, I'll be.
I'm Frank Swan.

So, you're
Banty Cade's grandson.

Yes, sir.

And yonder
is Mr. Tom Brant.

Banty was his partner.

Oh?

Well, I heard it
the other way around.

I heard that Tom Brant
was Banty Cade's partner.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. My daddy
knew both of 'em.

There's no doubt
which man he
valued highly.

Mr. Cade, we'd
consider it a great honor

if you would join
us a for a drink here.

Well...when I get
the chance.

You do that.

If it's my courage
you're questioning,

I've served
in the Civil War,

I led a battalion
at Donelson,

and I got a medal
for that.

And I got a citation
from Ulysses Grant.

Well, Sheriff.

I'd like to talk
with you, Coe.

Sheriff, I was just
telling Mr. Coe here--

it's a miracle, sir.
It's a miracle!

History is being recreated
right in front of
our very eyes.

35 years swept away.

Golden Tom Brant
holding forth at the saloon

amongst his followers--
the good people of
Medicine Bow--

huddled indoors.

Is there something
eatin' at you?

Questions, Sheriff.
Questions.

A killer returns...

spending and enjoying
the proceeds of a robbery.

But the accounts
of that robbery are
mere vague fragments.

A murdered man's brother
sits here and thinks...

and waits...for what?
The sheriff--

The sheriff is getting
a little tired of
all your questions.

They're not
my questions, Sheriff.

Life. Life asks
the questions.

Mr. Coe, it was all over
a long time ago.

You know that.
Lom's just--

just lookin' for
something to write about.

Like two old men
tottering into a shootout.

No, he's right.

That man Brant
did kill my brother.

Well, I don't know
what to say to that.

But he spent 35 years
in prison for it.

[ laughs ]

I've been lookin'
at that picture
in that saloon

for a long time, Sheriff.

Nobody ever talks
about it in front of me.

But they'll talk.
Especially now.

It's just a picture, Coe!
It's a picture!

Nobody thinks
anything about it.

I do.

Well, Mr. Coe,

I'm expecting you to
help me keep the lid
on things here.

You don't keep
the peace,

you're not better
than those gunmen
over in the saloon.

Tell me, husband,
what are you
inclined to?

A job at
the dry goods store

and a house that
the wind blows through?

A sick child and 15 years'
high ambitions gone
to nothing?

Well, you wanted
a respectable life.

Is this what
it comes to?

I've had a lot of ideas
to do things.

You never take
the chance.

I don't want chances.
I want what's due me!

Stolen money.

I lived in misery
on his account.

My mother died
in misery.

He knows that.

I believe he wants
forgiveness.

He even said it to me--
that he wanted
to make it up.

You wanted
the respectable life.

You wanted nothing
to do with him.

Well, I got that
revengeful spirit.

I ain't sure that's right.

But after all...
he's suffered, too.

He's an old man now.

If he wants the feelings
of having a family--

I'm only thinking
of his feelings.

Either you go get him
or I'll go myself.

[ indistinct chatter ]

Mr. Brant?

Mr. Brant,
I'm Ross Teddler.

You recall me?

Friend, Mr. Brant
is busy.

Ingram, this is
my son-in-law.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Come on over here,
Mr. Teddler.

Now, what is it?

I've been talking
to Sarah, and she--

Well, we thought
I ought to come
and apologize to you.

How we acted.

It wasn't right.

After all,
you're our own kin.

Uh, Sarah told me.

Well, we were wondering

if you'd take a meal
with us tomorrow.

Oh, well, yes.
Sure, I would, yeah.

You can see the kids--
your grandchildren.

And Sarah.

Well, she told me
to ask you.

WILLIE: She's busy.
She's sittin' here.

I'm delighted to sit
and talk, Mr. Lom.

LOM: Well, now you can
just stand and perambulate.

I don't believe
she wants to.

What?

I said, I don't believe
she wants to.

Don't you serve tables
around here?

My, my,
you've got yourself
a nice new suit!

Well...

of course, that doesn't
make a chore boy

into a country squire.

Or an old thief into
the king of France,
now, does it?

Mister, you are insulting
better men.

My profession, sir.

Stand aside, boy.

You gonna stand
for that, Cade?

Willie,
you behave yourself!

Ha ha ha ha!

You don't laugh at me
no more.

Come on, boy,
lay into him!

MAN: That's
Banty Cade's grandson!

Cade? You ain't no Cade!
Hit him with a chair!

MAN: That a way
to bust him, Willie!

Hey, boy,
get somethin'!

No! No, Willie!

He's gonna cut me!

Beat his brains out!

Come on! Get him!
That's it!

Willie! Willie!

You're under arrest,
Willie.

Just a minute.
Pure case of self-defense.

Saw it myself--
be happy to testify.

Willie,
you go with him.

What about him?

He started it.

I'll talk
to him later.

Come on.Hold it.

You just say
the word, Mr. Cade.

That's right,
young fella.

I told you
to go with him.

I'll pay
your bail.

That boy's just
won his spurs.

I told you things like this
would start happening.

Tell me, Mr. Brant--

what more have you got
planned for us?

EMMETT: Pick up your gun
on your way out.

Swan, make it short.

I gotta serve some papers
out of town.

Mr. Cade--Willy.

Mr. Swan.

I sure hate to see you
in here like this.

I reckon Mr. Brant
paid my bail.

I think Mr. Brant is
dining with his family.

Well, he'll come up--

Willie.

I'd like to talk
to you for a minute.

Now, I liked
your style yesterday.

The man's gonna be
all right, I hear,

but you mashed him
pretty good.

I reckon.

But I don't like the way
things are shapin' up.

You're charged with
aggravated assault.

Self-defense.
He had a bottle.

I know that, boy.
But I'm thinkin' of the
political ins and outs.

Political?

The man you stomped

was a big-city
newspaper reporter.

And newspapers
and judges and sheriffs--

they stand in
with one another.

The town gets restless,
and the sheriff
gets scared.

And what does
a scared sheriff do?

He grabs somebody and makes
an example of him.

Maybe two years in jail.

Look--

I'm not sayin'
it's right, Willie.

I'm just sayin'
it's what they can do.

Willie, tell me--

what's your arrangement
with Tom Brant?

Arrangement?Yeah.

Your partners with him,
ain't you?

There's no reason
why you can't just take
your half and clear out.

My half?

Swan, I'm confused.

Well, so am I, a little.

You mean he ain't
shared out with you?

The money--you don't even
know where he keeps it?

Why should I?

Well, the only reason
I can think of

is that it's half yours
by rights.

I never even
thought about it.

It's only a matter
of what's fair.

Tom Brant and Banty Cade
were partners--

equal shares.

Banty Cade
gets himself killed,

but you're his legal
descendant, ain't you?

Mr. Brant's
been good to me.

Nobody said otherwise.

But you've got
your rights.

Talkin' against
Tom Brant?

I'm saying you have got
your rights.

You are in
a bad situation here.

And he is obligated
to help you.

Sheriff?

What?

I'd like to pay
the boy's bail.

Heh heh heh.

Give your granddaddy
a kiss, Laura,

and run and play.

Give him a kiss,
Laura.

[ chuckles ]

It's all right.
She's a mite shy of it.

I'll take Ollie
his plate--
if he'll eat it--

let you two men talk.

Teddler, what is it

that the boy
is sick of, huh?

Some kind of water fever,
the doctor says.

Don't know exactly.

We had wanted to
take him to St. Louis

A hospital in St. Louis.

Why don't you?

Sarah's--

It's a matter of
what we do there.

How'd we'd earn
the money to keep us.

Well, uh...

why don't you
stay here and work

and send the boy
to St. Louis?

Job here don't pay
nearly enough.

Oh.

Well, chuck your job here.

Look for a new one
in St. Louis.

Well, sir, it's--

That's what I told her.

But it's a matter of
how she growed up.

Frightened of
takin' chances.

And I do have
the job here.

Mayhew talked of
raising me to partner.

Of course, it's six years
I've been there now.

Tell him, Teddler.

Tell Pa about what
you were saying before.

About the opportunity.

Oh. What I was
saying before.

This dray-line--

I studied it out
very carefully.

Carrying freight
around town--

out to the ranch--

short hauls from what
the railroad brings in.

That seems like
a fine idea,

but you've got more
pressing problems
with that boy.

I got a lot of
good ideas like that.

Sound, money-makin' ideas.

Ice. We never had ice
comin' into town regular.

Why? Because no one
had the initiative.

And wire! I could sell
a lot of wire around here.

I studied it out
very carefully.

Let me ask you
a questions, Teddler.

Which one?

Dray-line, ice...

wire company?

Well, I got these
various sound ideas.

But the investment side--

I've never been
well enough fixed
to take a gamble.

But you said it didn't
have to be a gamble.

The dray-line.No, no.

You said if you only
had the back end.

That's right. Enough money
for the equipment

and tide us over while
the business took hold.

A real moneymaker.That's right.

I could return, oh,
50% on the investment
the first year.

If we only had
the back end--

if we only had enough
to keep us going.

Teddler...

Sarah, you've got
these problems.

Real problems, real things
that you want to do.

But, uh...

You've got
that money.

Well, I if I had
the money, Sarah--

the stolen money,
tainted money, they say--

would you want
that kind of money?

I reckon it ain't
so bad, it being
stolen money.

So long as
it's old money.

Well, I--

I see you lookin'
at me, Sarah.

And, yes, I--

I want to help you, but--

We need it so bad.

I'm past caring
where it comes from.

I'm past everything
I ever said about you!

We got this one chance.

And I want it so bad.

[ knock on door ]

WILLIE: [ knocking ]
Mr. Brant?

Oh.

Mr. Brant, I'm sorry.
I gotta talk.

Yeah. Well, uh...

Willie, I was--

I was having a visit
with my daught--

I've got to.

Get out and leave
decent folk in peace!

Sarah, we could
talk later.

But you ain't
given us no answer!

Yeah. I understand that.

I told you everything--Sarah!

Willie?Oh!

Pa, couldn't you just--

Don't just stand there!
Go after him right now!
He'll get away!

Where are you going?!

Go after him!

Look, I need it.
I need it.

Sheriff Ryker's
a fair man.

You know
he ain't gonna--

Just enough
to get away on--
out of town.

You jump town,
you got two charges
against you.

Right away,
two charges.

You said
you was my friend.

Partners, you said.

I'm deliberatin'!

I'm deliberatin'.
You gotta deliberate.

My granddad
was your partner.

I got a right
to share in that money.

Willie, I gotta
tell you, there is--

Mr. Brant, Mr. Brant!

I gotta tell
Sarah something!

I'm talkin' to him!

I ain't askin' for
a straight-out
yes or not.

Me, Mr. Brant. Me!
I got rights!

I'm in awful trouble.

Who are you talkin'
about, right?

Any trouble you got,
you made for yourself!

Look, Mr. Brant...
we could get that money

and light out together.

You want to run
for the rest of your life?

I ain't askin' for
a full half of that money.

All I'm askin' is--

You don't need money
at all.

All you need is judgment.

Some kind of judgment.

You won't do
nothin' for me--

CRANDALL: Stop grabbin'
at that poor man's arm!

Mr. Brant,
you're comin' with me.

I got a horse and cart
you can use.

You've got a what?

Amos Coe just came
by the house.

He's looking for you
around town now.

He's got a shotgun.
He's lookin' to kill you.

Well, uh...I reckon
I'd better wait for him

in the saloon.

Now, now,
it's all right.

It's what they
expect of me.

And maybe get killed.

Widow...

don't you fret
yourself none.

[ overlapping chatter ]

Hey! Here he comes!

Yes, sir. We fixed it
all up for you, Brant.

We've cleared
a good space.

You wait over there,
let him walk in,
out of the light.

With your friends
all around you!

You shoot him
right in the nose.

Just like you done
before, Tom, just like
in the picture.

BRANT: Very kind
of you, gentlemen.

Now, if you'll get me
a table and a chair.

And a deck of cards.

If I stand up too long,

my legs start achin'.

Get you a drink, Tom?

No.

Want some of us to
play with you, Tom?

Not a one.

You go after him again!

He won't give us
no answer now.

He's at the saloon,
waiting for Coe.

He could get killed.

If he gets killed,
where's the money?!

You go after him again!
Get an answer!

Do you hear me?!

Brant? I'd be proud
to have you use this.

She's light.
Filed-down action.

Just the sweetest
little gun--

Thanks. Thank you
kindly, Mr. Ingram.

Say, after this is over,

there's that little
proposition we were
talking about.

Just, uh...put it here.

Brant,
you could get hurt.

I mean,
you got the advantage,

but all the same.
Look, I'll do it for you.

Huh?

I'll kill the man
for you.

I mean, not here.
I'll catch him outside.

Nobody will even see.

Cost you $500.

That's a lot of money.

400.

Well, look, I've been
short of cash lately.

300. What do you say?

200?

Too cheap.

Hey, man, you shouldn't
come bustin' in like that.

Tom Brant'll shoot
your liver out.

[ laughter ]

Mr. Brant, you've got
no business in this.

Everybody...
seems to expect it.

Sarah's--

She's afraid of
what might happen.

That's kind of her.

She's had a hard life.
Now, that's the truth.

Yeah, I know that.

And she's your own blood,
your own daughter.

And if you got killed
and she had no hope
of that money--

I mean--

If you want to
do good by her,

there ain't much time.

Teddler...

I got time to ask you
a question.

How come
you're so tied up?

Sarah tied up
with old grievances,

and you tied up in her.

Why can't you just
pick out a thing

and...do it?

Not by ourselves.
We've gotta have
that backing!

You've gotta stop
makin' excuses.

Mr. Coe's on his way here.
You gotta tell us
where it is!

The money!

Get out of here.

Go on.

Mr. Brant, you want
to get out of here?

Of course I do.

So does old Amos Coe,
I reckon.

Well, I've got a couple
of horses out back.

Like I said, we can pull
out of here together.

Too late.

Then look--
afterwards...

I've arranged
with a couple of friends.

If you kill him,
Ryker will come after you.

You're gonna need
a place to hide.

I know a place.

What couple of
friends, Willie?

Mr. Swan. Mr. Potter.

You ain't a bad boy,
Willie.

You just make
bad friends.

You're gonna need
the help.

We'll get you clean away.

Someone's coming!

Stand away from me,
Willie.

Tom Brant!

Hello, Amos.

I'm here, Tom.

35 years
and some days late...

but I'm here.

You'd have been
better off to forget it.

Got a pistol there?

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Amos...

I got no intention of it
whatever.

Pick up that pistol!

Amos....

who are you tryin'
to satisfy?

Them?

Look at their faces.

I'm aimin'
to satisfy myself.

You killed
my brother, Tom.

Ain't you never
wondered even once

about him--your brother?

He staged
that robbery, Amos.

Him and Wesley Harcum--
they got you and
Danner drunk,

and the rest was easy.

That's a lie.

The only hard part
was afterwards, here.

They saw Bandy hurt.

They wanted to run out
and Bandy shot Wes Harcum
in the back.

That started things.

Amos...

how come...

you let him draw you
in that picture?

You'd rather have
people think

you was here scared...

than lyin' off
somewhere, drunk...

and fearless?

You had to come back,
didn't you?

Hmm?

You had to
come back and...

stir things all up.

I ought to blow
your head off!

What for, Amos?

Your brother George?

He wasn't worth it.

The money?

There ain't no money.

Amos.

Take this thing
out of my face.

And, uh...

you, uh--

you come and sit
yourself down.

Sit down, Amos.

You're an old man and...

you get tired.

And so am I, Amos.

An old man.

Brant! You don't
have that money?No.

Sure, you do.
I seen you spendin' it.

Bags.

Burlap bags.

Prison labor.

You stitch up
a burlap bag,
you get half a cent

to keep for your own.

I earned over $300

stitching up half-cent
burlap bags.

I come back here
because I...

wanted some place
for myself.

There wasn't no place.

I thought
maybe if I acted

the way people expected,
that it would work.

But all I'd done
was to make them

come grabbin' at me.

All buzzin' around
at the smell of money.

Or take notions--
like you, Willie--

to be a big man...

like your granddad.

Banty?

He wasn't a big man.

He had a mean
and ugly mind.

I seen him drag
a crippled cat
on a string

just for
the pleasure of it.

And, Ingram--

big man like him.

He got thrown
out of Canada

for knifing
a 16-year-old girl.

Carl Stacy.

Not bright, like his dad.

But knows how
to steal cattle.

Or like your friend Swan,

who lives mostly off...

women.

You want to come
with us, Willie?

He's nothin'.

Never was.

You're right, Swan.

Or you, either.

You'll end up face-down

with a mouthful of dirt,

wondering where
your luck went!

Amos.

I'm sorry I took away
your big show.

Go home.

Go to bed.

I'm sorry I--

I can't play it up
for you folks...

no more.

Golden Tom Brant--

nothin' left of him.

Used up.

Sorry.

Teddler,
what happened?

I didn't hear
no shots.

Nothin' happened.

And there's no money.

What?

He says
he's got no money.

Of course
he's got money!

He's lyin'!

You--You let him
get away!

He's got the money,
and we need it--

[ gasps ]

You had that comin'
for a long time.

Now, get packed
to travel.

What?

We have a sick child.

We're taking him
to St. Louis.

I don't know what we'll do
when we get there.

The first thing is to go.

I don't know what we'll do
from here on anywhere.

But we'll do
with what we've got.

You get packed and come,

or...

go your own way.

Startin' now,
you decide that.

Hello, Mr. Brant.

Widow.

Did you--

I heard about it.

And I come home
to wait for you.

What are you planning
on doing?

Oh, I don't know.

Look for work,
I reckon.

Haven't had time
for that so far.

I'll get a job...

cleanin' out stables
or--

I don't know.

Want a basin
to soak your feet?

Oh, no, no.
Thank you.

Widow...you do me
a great favor?

You, uh...

You take this to
Sheriff Ryker for me?

It's a map, widow.

It, uh, starts
at that big tree,

there on that hill
I spoke of.

You tell Ryker...

the box is
about man-deep

under a big,
flat rock.

There is money!

Nowhere near
what they said.

4,000 or so,
I reckon.

Then you humbled yourself
on purpose.

For Teddler's sake and--

and Willie and Amos Coe.

You let them think--

Widow, I'm an old man!

I've had a hard day
full of talk!

Now, woman, you deliver
that like I told you!

In the meantime...

if I feel like it...

maybe...

I'll set up a chess game.

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