All language subtitles for S06E06 - The Masquerade

[ theme music playing ]

Good morning, Timmy.Hello.

You have
quite an apple crop.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning,
Laura.

Hello, George.
Time for school, Tim.

In a minute.

Those apples can wait.Please, Mom?

Mr. Colton
down at the store

said he'd take
all I've got
if I'd sort 'em.

After school, son.

Just let me finish
this one pail.

Now, Timmy, you're not
going to be late.

Mom, we need
the money.

You need an education,
and you're gonna
have one.

You're gonna be something
when you grow up.

Just a minute.

Now, run along.

Timmy.

Thank you
for wanting to help.

He's a good boy, Laura.

He tries to be.

But he needs more
than I can give him.

Ever since Paul died--

You're doing
a fine job, Laura.

I'm a woman.

A boy should have
a man around the house.

I'd consider it
a great privilege if--

Well--

Timmy needs a father.

I've wanted
to speak to you for
a long time, Laura.

I've got to get that dress
finished for Mrs. Lester.

Wait!

Please.

I picked them
this morning.

They reminded me
of you.

Thanks.

Well, supper Saturday?

If you'll have me.

How long have you been
having Saturday supper
with us?

One year, eight months,
and two weeks...

counting last Saturday.

Well, George?

I'll be happy to have
supper with you
Saturday night.

You'd better go,
or you'll be late.

No, I started
earlier than usual

so I could
pick the flowers.
I have plenty of time.

I wish I did.
Now, run along, George.

Excuse me,
Mr. Colton.

I was wondering, sir--

You're wasting
your breath, Len.

Oh, good morning,
George.

Good morning, Len.

I was wondering,
George--

could I make
a very small loan?

You made a very
small loan yesterday.

I know. But this--
this is the last one.

You said that
yesterday, too.

But I mean it
today, George.

Just one?
Please, George?

You are a true friend,
George.

Morning, George.

Good morning,
Mr. Jensen.

Morning, Emmett.

Doesn't make sense.

What doesn't make sense?

What do you
make of it?

Doesn't make sense.

Mr. Jensen?Hmm?

You might want
to check my figures
on the cash total.

Heh. I'm gettin' tired
of tryin' to catch you
in a mistake, George.

Thank you, sir.

I think I'll go
get a cup of coffee.

I've been married
25 years,

and Martha still
doesn't know how to make
a decent cup of coffee.

Don't take
any wooden nickels.

No, sir.

Yeah. Well...

Oh, morning, men.

Good morning.Carl.

Gentlemen.

Morning, George.George.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

Well? Who's first?

I guess you are.

I have a letter here
for you, George...

uh, I think.

For me?

Yeah, your name's
on it here.

Uh...among
other things.

Probably a mistake.

There's no mistake.

Sheriff George Foster?

It's not true.

Secret Service.

No? Oh.

Army Intelligence.

I'm none of those things.

I'm...just me.

What is this,
some kind of a joke?

Not exactly.

There is a Sheriff Foster--
retired now in Iowa.

My father.

Foster. Tom Foster.

I've heard of him.

He's one of
the best lawmen who
ever wore a badge.

I've heard of him, too.

You're Tom Foster's son?

Hard to believe, isn't it?

A bank clerk?

There's nothing wrong
with that job, George.

"One of the best lawmen
who ever wore a badge."

No, gentlemen.
A bank clerk

wouldn't be Tom Foster's
idea of a son.

Hmm. So, you decided
to tell him you were
a sheriff.

Pa's not much for
writing letters.
I never thought that--

Don't worry
about it, George.

Your secret's safe
with us.

Yeah, and I'll talk
to the postal clerk.

I can't thank you enough.

There's nothin'
to thank us for.

But I still think
you're underestimating
your job.

GEORGE: No!

Bad news, George?

Terrible.

It happens
to everyone, George.

He must've lived
a full life.

And he's still livin'.

Fuller than ever.
Listen to this.

"Dear son George,
this is to inform you

"that I'm boarding a train
tomorrow--Thursday--

"for San Francisco, to visit
my sister, your Aunt Clara.

The train lays over in
Medicine Bow for two hours--"

That's next Wednesday.

"10:00 in the morning.

See you at the depot...
Sheriff."

He can't!

Well, don't worry
about it, George.

It's a long time
between now and Wednesday.

Heh. We'll think of
something.

I'll send him
a telegram.

Tell him I have to
go out after an outlaw.

That won't work, George.
Today's Friday.

Your father's
been on that train
since yesterday.

I'll just have to
leave town, then.

That's a good idea.

George, uh, could stay
all day at Shiloh.

That won't work,
either, Emmett.

I want to help George
just as much as you do,

but as soon as his father
gets off that train,

he's gonna start
asking for his son.

Well, yeah, you're right.

Everybody knows George.

I guess you can't hide.

But I can't face him.

I don't see how
you can get out of it.

It'd break his heart.

His only son--
a bank clerk.

Your father
doesn't know that...

Sheriff.

How about that?
Sheriff.

Wha--

Why not?

Oh, I couldn't!

It'd only be for
a couple of hours.

You'd probably spend
the whole time
on the train.

Or your office.
I mean, your office.

But I wouldn't know
how to act.

You can learn.

It's for your father's
sake, George.

What if
something happens?

You've got an awful good
deputy right here.

Believe me, I'm grateful
for your concern, but...

I just couldn't
carry it off.

What's your
alternative?

Gentlemen...

look at me.

Do you see a sheriff?

Your father will.

I wish I had
your confidence.

You got plenty of time
to learn.

You have
plenty of time.

We'll see you here
right after
the bank closes.

Don't you worry
about a thing.

Everything's gonna
be all right.

That's not gonna be
as easy as it sounds.

It's just for two hours.

Yeah, but what if
someone sees George
with a badge on

during those
two hours?

They'll say,
"Hello, Sheriff."

'Cause every man, woman,
and child in Medicine Bow

is gonna be in on this.

That's a pretty big
order, isn't it?

Not if you tell
everybody you see
to spread the word.

You'd better start
spreading that word
with Jensen.

I'll take this side
of the street.

See you later.

Five, six...

A sheriff?

Just until
the train leaves.

George?

A sheriff?

Ten...

eleven.

Thank you.

George?

Yeah, that's right.A sheriff?

Just for
a couple of hours.

Will you pass the word
to your customers?

George?

George. Pass the word.

George?

George? George Foster?

Sheriff Foster.

Poor man. He must be
so embarrassed.

I wouldn't say that.

The word I'd use
would be "panic".

[ laughs ]
I don't blame him.

Will you tell Timmy?

And everybody else I see.

All right, thanks.

Sheriff.

I think this is
very nice of you.

Well, we lawmen have to
look out for each other.

[ laughs ]

Are you sure
the door's locked?

I don't want somebody
to come barging in here.

George, the door
is locked.

Take off your coat.

There we go.

Here, try this on.

Put it lower.
Lower the gun.

It's not to hold
your pants up.

It's to carry
a gun in.

All right,
that's better.

There.

It feels like
it's gonna fall off.

Well, it better not.

Do you really think
this is gonna work?

George, when we get
through with you,

you're gonna
fool yourself.

I'm serious.

[ knock on door ]

[ knocking ]

Howdy.

Now, what's this nutty idea
I hear about George--

[ laughs ]
Oh, hello, George.

Uh...Sheriff.

See? You heard
what he said.

He was only joking.

I was only joking, George.
I'm always joking.

George, this whole town's
behind you.

You don't want to
let 'em down, do you?

Well, uh...

Aw, come on.

All right.

That-a-boy...Sheriff.

Sheriff.

EMMETT: Sheriff.

He ain't gonna wear
that hat, is he?

[ train whistle blowing ]

Hi, Sheriff.

Well, look at you!

Look at him--
my own son.

With your own badge...

and your own town.

I tell you, it's worth
traveling twice this far
to see.

Welcome to
Medicine Bow, Pa.

You're a sight
for sore eyes, George.

It's good to see you.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I've slowed
down a bit.
Stands to reason.

Father Time won't stop
the clock, you know.

But, George--
you're lookin' at
a proud father.

You must be tired
after your journey, Pa.

No, I reckon I'll recover.

But you still have
a long way to go.

You should take care
of yourself.

George, you live
till you die.

There ain't much
you can do about it
in between. Ha ha!

Still, we can have
a nice visit on the train.

Why don't we go in
and sit down--
Wait.

A visit? Listen,
I've been five days
sittin' in that thing.

In two hours more,
I'll be in there
sittin' again.

What I'm interested in
is seeing the place

that my son calls home.

Very well, Pa.

Fine, boy! You lead
the way, Sheriff.

Morning, Sheriff.

Good morning,
Mr. Jensen--

Uh...Carl.

I'd like to introduce
my father.

Well, this is
a real pleasure.

We think mighty
highly of your son
around here.

Those are mighty
kind words.

I certainly appreciate
your sentiment.

No more than we
appreciate our sheriff.

[ laughs ] Thank you.
Thank you kindly.

You did just fine,
Carl.

I hope so.

That old man looks
more like a sheriff
than George does.

That's because
the old man was.

How are you, Sheriff?

Fine.

Uh...mighty fine.

I'd like you
to meet my father.

This is Mr.--

I mean...
Charlie Colton.

Howdy.Glad to meet you.

Right nice town
you have here.
Real friendly.

Because George
keeps the lid on it.

I can see that.

Here's some apples,
Mr. Colton.

Why aren't you
in school, Timmy?

Because I'm sick.

In that case,
you shouldn't be
up and around.

Why don't you
leave me alone?

Your mother would be
very upset.

You'd better leave
my mother out of this...

Sheriff.

I got lots more apples,
Mr. Colton.

Uh, let's go, Pa.

Yeah.
Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Times sure have changed.

What kind of a father
would allow his son

to talk like that?

His father's dead, Pa.

Oh, that's a shame.

A growing boy
needs a man.

It'd appear so.

Hey, George--
is this it?

Oh, it is a beauty.

I said times
were changed.

Why, look at this.
In my day,

this would be
a first class hotel.

Would you like
to go inside?

I've been waitin'
a long time for that, son.

Pretty as a picture.

How many cells you got?

Uh...I'll show you.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yeah.

They build them
the right way nowadays.

It's too good
for 'em, George.

Can't pamper 'em.

Must not pamper them.

How's it going?

Not bad so far.
You'd better
get in there

before he starts asking
George some questions
he can't answer.

Give me a minute.

You got a nice eye
for weapons, son.

Gotta treat 'em better.
That rifle's dusty.

That's my fault, sir.

I'm his deputy--
Emmett Ryker.

Hi. Well,
I like loyalty.

I always have.

You think I'm being
a little hard
on your boss?

Well, you might be
pressing him a little bit.

Ha ha!
That's a father's
privilege, lad.

I've seen you
before, mister.

Watchin' us
down at the depot.

Well, you've got
a good memory.

Helped keep a man alive
when I wore a badge.

Son, I know
you got your own way
of doing things,

but the first thing
I always did

was ask a stranger
to state his business.

He's hardly
a stranger, Pa.

He's a friend.

Of the family, I hope.

Aw, ha ha!

George's friends
are my friends--

if they can put up
with a gabby old man.

I haven't heard
anything I didn't like.

Much obliged for that,
young fella.

[ sighs ]

It's like
a dream come true.

My own son--

following in
his father's footsteps.

Well, gents...

I just hate to leave.

Well, maybe you'll
come back someday.

I'm afraid this is
Pa's last trip.

Next time,
I'll come to Iowa.

I'll be counting
on that.

From what I've seen
of your deputy here,

your town will be
in good hands.

Nice of you
to say that, sir.

I never say anything
I don't mean.

Pa, I think you'd
better get aboard.

Sorry, gents.
Afraid there'll be
a little delay.

How long?

Eastbound jumped the switch
a few miles down the line.

From what I hear,
it'll take three days

to clear the track.

TOM: Three days!

Well, what do you know!

Come on, son.

It was your idea.

Three days?

I gave him two hours off.

I can't handle this bank
alone for three days.

You can find somebody
here in Medicine Bow
to help you.

Everybody knows what's
goin' on around here,
Mr. Jensen.

Somebody would be
glad to help.

They can't help.

Working in a bank
takes experience.

Mistakes cost money--
real money.

You did all right
until you hired George.

Yeah, but I was
a much smaller bank then.

I took on George because
I'd just started to grow.

The bank's kept growing.

And I think
George is responsible.

George?

Yep. The fact of
the matter is...

people like George.

He's the most polite man
you ever saw.

He certainly is.

And they trust him.

I trust him most of all.

I've almost forgotten how
to work back of that counter.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jensen.
We, uh--

We didn't expect anything
like this to happen.

Yeah.

Well, I'll probably
be here all night

posting the day's business
in the ledgers.

After George's father
goes to sleep,

maybe he'd be willing
to come over and give
you a hand.

I'd appreciate that.

I'll stop by the saloon
and tell him.

I'm sure
he wouldn't mind.

George--in a saloon?

His father said
he waited a long time

to buy George a drink.

Ain't that right,
Trampas?

Oh, you're right.

I never saw a braver man

than the sheriff
of this town.

That's a fact
you cannot argue with.

Would you believe--
one man alone

goin' in after three?

And having them come out
with their hands
in the air?

Remember what
he said, Trampas?

He said,
"If you ever set foot
in Medicine Bow again,

"you'll stay...

on Boot Hill."

Ha ha ha!

[ laughs ]
That's what he said.

No, no. Black Eagle.

Black Eagle.
That's where our sheriff
was at his peak.

Heh. Black Eagle.

You mean to say that
you still have engine
trouble around here?

Not since
Black Eagle, mm-mm.

Hand-to-hand combat--
he and Black Eagle,
all alone.

And his tribe,
up on that ridge.

400 of them,
all in the war paint.

Yeah, yeah.

Waitin' for Black Eagle
to lead 'em on.

Oh...

you should've seen it.

I'd have given
everything I got
in this world.

Majestic.

Tell me
about it, son.

Oh, no. You ain't gonna
get it out of him.

Well, it makes me
prouder still.

Never liked a man
who blew his own horn.

[ laughs ]

I think
we ought to go.

No! Wait, son.

All work and no play--

Besides, you've got
a good man in that deputy.

Come on, tell me
what happened to
Black Eagle.

Uh...

well, our sheriff here--

he took that body
right back up
to that ridge.

400 braves.

"Bury him with honor,"
he said.

"He fought well."

Well...
I'll drink to that.

Set 'em up again.

And don't leave
yourself out this time.

Like father,
like son.

The apple
does not fall far
from the tree.

[ laughs ]

Well, my turn to buy.

No, no, no.
No offense meant, lad.

But let me have
the thought for the dead.

There you are.

Now, this is a day

that was meant
for the Fosters.

I'll drink to that.

George?

Oh, I'm--

I'm not very thirsty.

Heh heh. He likes
to keep a clear head.

Come on, George.
One ain't gonna hurt.

You can break a rule
for your father,
can't you?

Sounds like an order to me.

Well, George?

Son?

Nobody gets
half a drink in my bar.

To our sheriff.

To our sheriff.

Yes.

[ coughing wildly ]

Whoa, whoa.
Easy, George. Easy.

Easy, boy.

Take it easy, boy.
Take it easy.

I should've known,
you know?

It's from
his mother's side.

The whole family
was that way.

Strong men, but they
couldn't handle
their whiskey.

Come on.
You need some air.

Come on outside.

[ shrieks and coughs ]

Whoa, whoa.

Black Eagle?

Well, I just--

It was off
the top of my head.

[ coughing ]Easy. Take it easy.

Sit down.

Breathe deep.

Breathe. That's it.

Why, Geo--
Sheriff!

Are you ill?

[ coughing ]
I'm--Something...

went down the wrong way.

You're feeling
better now, huh?

You must be
George's father.

The same, ma'am.

This is Laura...

Messinger, Pa.

A friend.

I was hoping to meet you,
Mr. Foster.

I'm sorry your stay
is so brief.

Oh, it's not so brief.
You see...

the train's gonna be
laid up for a few days.

Well, that's good news,
isn't it?

Couldn't be better.

Well, perhaps
you could both come over
for supper tonight.

Well, now, there's nothing
I like better

than to sit across a table
from a pretty woman.

Now I know where George
gets his gallantry.

6:00?Fine.

If the sheriff
isn't busy.

I'm sure the sheriff
could arrange something

with his deputy.

See you both
this evening.

Say, uh...

how long have you
known your--

your friend?

One year, eight months,
and two weeks--

counting last Saturday.

I proposed to your mother
three hours after
I met her.

There are problems, Pa.

There always are.

You don't understand.

No man does.

Especially where
a woman is concerned.

Laura, uh, is a widow.

And Tim is her boy, huh?

Precisely.

There's no law against
marrying a widow

with a little boy.

Unless you plain
don't like the woman.

Don't like?

Oh, Sheriff?

Got a message for you.

Carl Jensen at the bank
would like to have
a word with you.

Any trouble?

Nothing the sheriff
can't handle.

LAURA: Timmy?

No son of mine's gonna
play hooky from school.

I had a headache.

Well, I did!

I got to thinkin'
about my apples,

and got worried
that they might spoil,
so I got a headache.

[ laughs ]
Not a bad story.

Timmy doesn't lie.

If you had such a headache,
how could you carry
those apples?

It went away.

You'll have an ache
that doesn't go away,
young man.

And it won't be
in your head.

I'd like to
buy you a drink.

Not for me.
I'd better see what Mr...

uh, Jensen--
uh, Carl--wants.

That's right, son.
Business before
pleasure.

I'm just sorry
his mother didn't live
to see this day.

He's a fine man, sir.

Thank you,
thank you kindly.

Did you say
you were buying?

You bet.

You know, George...

a woman who looks
like that

and can cook
like that--

what are you
waitin' for?

Pa! Please.

[ softly ]
This any better?

What are you
waitin' for?

You can't make up
another person's mind.

Oh, you can't, huh?
Heh heh.

Please. Sit down.

Sorry I had to
leave you alone.

But I had to get
the table cleared

so Timmy could get started
on his lessons.

I imagine it's real hard

raising a boy
all by yourself.

Harder than I
ever imagined.

Well,
seems to me that...

Pa.

I'll have to leave
you two now.

Nonsense. You just
finished dinner.

Sit down, George.

No, I really must go.

Business before pleasure.

If you must.

Timmy?

George is leaving.

Good-bye, Timmy.

Bye.

Thank you for
a delicious meal.

I still can't see why
you have to run off.

I've gotta check the town.

Well, maybe I'd better
run along, too.

Oh, no. Please stay.

May I get you
some more coffee?

No, thanks.

I'm--

You know, uh, sometimes
it helps to talk.

It's Timmy.

He's really
such a good boy.

Most of them are.

He only wants to help.

And because
I won't let him,

he's hurt, angry.

Yeah. Young folks
work up a fever

about as fast as
it takes to say it.

But it usually passes
just as fast.

I hope so.

Sure.

[ knocks on door ]

Well, am I glad
to see you.

It's my job, Mr. Jensen.

I know.
But you've got enough
on your mind already.

[ laughs ]

Oh. Thanks, George.

It's good to be back,
sir.

I'm afraid you'll find
everything messy.

I wouldn't worry
about it, sir.

Didn't even have a chance
to get to the barber.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to be.
We're all in this together.

I can, uh,
shave myself, I guess.

[ laughs ]

Oh, oh, oh.

You'll, um...

want to lock up
when you finish.

You want me to have
the keys, sir?

Should've done it
a long time ago.

Good night, George.

[ clatter ]

[ door opens ]

LAURA: George?

Tim's gone.Huh?

I said, Tim's gone.

Where? I mean, when?

He was gone
when I woke up.

He left a note
saying he'd gone to
seek his fortune--

that when he came back,

I'd never have
to work again.

Now, where's
the sheriff?

Shh! You mean
my deputy?

This is no time
for games.

I mean, somebody
who can find my son.

I'll do the best
I can, Laura.

Then get Ryker!

[ door opens ]

Hey, what's the matter?

Timmy ran away.

And you're standing there?

Ryker.

I'll rouse Ryker.
You get a move on, son!

Everything will be
all right.

[ coughing ]

George!

George.

[ coughing ]

Thank heaven you're safe.

How come you fell off
your horse?

I must've been scared
by a rattler.

You'd better not move
for a while.

I have to.

Your mother's
very worried about you.

I can take care
of myself.

Aren't you a little
young for that?

I'll be all right.

Sure you're all right?

We'd better start back.

I'm not going back.

You must, Tim.

Just get me my hat.

Thank you.

Come alone.

Tim!

You've got to go home!

I could've
left you there!

Then you never
would've found me!

Yes, I would.
You can't leave your mother.

I'm just tryin'
to help her.

There's only one way
you can do that, Timmy.

Stay away from me!

You don't have
any right over me!

But your mother has.

She asked me to help.

I don't want
to use force.

This is the end of
the road, Tim.

Don't you have anything
better to do?

I can't think of
anything better

than bringing a boy
back to his mother.

Thank you.

We'd better be
gettin' back.

Come along, Timmy.

Tim.

You'd better
ride with me.

All right.

Well, good morning,
Deputy.

Morning.How's it going?

I think I can stand it
for one more day.

[ laughs ]
How's the sheriff?

See for yourself.

I will, just as soon as
I finish by business.

There was I,
with no place to go,

facing three of
the most feared guns

on the face of
the earth.

I don't mind
tellin' you, boy--
I was scared.

You, sir?Me, sir.

When was that?

Ah, more years ago

than I'd care to remember...

or George here
wants to hear about.

On the contrary, Pa--
I find it most interesting.

You're too polite
to say different.

That's the trouble
with gettin' old--
you get gabby.

Well, I guess you wish
tomorrow was here

so that you could be
on your way.

Much as I enjoy
being with George,

I can't say it's very
exciting around here.

[ laughs ] Well, we're
neighborly people,
Mr. Foster.

That's just the way
I--and the sheriff here--
like it.

Don't we, George?

Oh. To be sure.

Well, I got to admit--

I'd like
a little bit less

of this peace and quiet.

Wish we had more
to offer you in the way
of entertainment.

But we--

Excuse me, gents!

I hope I'm not intruding
on a private matter.

Sheriff, Deputy, sir.

My name is Bill Manders.

Gun salesman.

There you are, Sheriff.
Just feel that balance.

Deputy.

Well...mm-hmm.

Are you interested
in guns, sir?

Oh, most of my life.

Then see if this
doesn't fit your hand

like a glove.

Hmm.

It's awful pretty.

And we're in production
on that number.

I can promise delivery
in 30 days.

No, thanks.
Don't have much use
for 'em anymore.

Feels real good,
but we're not in
the market for guns.

Are we, Sheriff?

Uh, no.

I don't want to tell
any man his business.

But I do think it'd be
worth your while

to look over the rest
of my samples.

MANDERS: Finest rifles
in the country, Sheriff.

We, uh...

Rifles?

We got enough,
Sheriff.

I can't argue with that.

But I am speaking of
the most modern weapons
available, gents.

Mm-mm. We're not buyin'.

You'll have to admit,
Deputy--

I haven't asked you to buy.

But I would appreciate
your tryin' some of my stock.

Tryin'?

The proof
is in the pudding.

We can go out
to the creek.

I took the liberty
of setting up a target

before I came to see you.
Most people like to
try 'em out first.

Say, you know,
that might be fun, George.

And educational.

I sure would like
to see you handle a gun

before I go home.

The pleasure
would be mine, gents.

Just a minute.

I don't think
the town will explode
while we're gone.

Oh, no, it's not that.What is it?

I'm, uh...

Certainly
would enjoy it, son.

What do you say,
Sheriff?

Can't know for sure
till you try.

George?

Well--That-a-boy!

We'll have a great time!

Come on, let's go.

I've never fired a gun
in my life.

Have you ever
pointed one?

Well, you're going to.

Come on, son.

I'm coming.

Don't do anything
until I get out there.

Right.

I'll follow you
out there.
Right.

I haven't
shot much lately.

Neither have I.

[ chuckles ] I'll bet.

Gentlemen...

the finest line
I've ever handled.

You know, son...

I'm gonna do my best
to beat you.

Of course,
I'll feel better
if you beat me.

I'd like to recommend
this hand-crafted model
to begin.

Feels like it was just made
for your hand, doesn't it?

Yeah, suits me.

Well, Sheriff?

On to the firing line.

MANDERS: Whenever
you're ready, Sheriff.

So, each man
will fire five rounds

at intervals of his own
choosing. Agreed?

That's fine.

Well, I was beginning
to think you weren't
interested.

I wouldn't miss it,
Mr. Manders.

Right over here.

There you are.
Take your pick.

Uh...maybe later.

Well, all right.

All right, sir.

[ gunshot ]

[ gunshot ]

[ gunshot ]

[ gunshot ]

MANDERS: That's
good shooting, mister.

Well...heh heh.

Just point the gun.

Fire on the count
of three.

Suppose I hit it?

You won't.

Not bad, son,
if I do say so myself.

You have the same
type gun, Sheriff.

[ gunshot ]

Let's have a look.

Well...

Sheriff?

I ought to pay you
to use our guns.

You know, you--

You know,
I always figured

I was a good man
with a gun.

I gotta admit--
you're better.

Some met are just
born with it, I guess.

Sheriff, suppose
we talk business.

I'm willing to make
a good price.

Sheriff! This just
came in, Sheriff.

I mean, uh...Sheriff.

"Jamison Brothers
broke jail.

Believed heading for
hideout in your area."

Jamison Brothers?
I don't believe I--

They killed three men
in a payroll robbery.

Go down to the saloon.
Tell anybody you find
I need a posse.

You know where
to look for 'em?

I know where
they used to hang out.

Oh, boy, this is
my lucky day.

I've got
just the rifles
for a posse.

Later, mister. I never
thought it'd come true.

A chance for me to ride
with my own son.

You don't know what
you're gettin' into, Pa.

I never did.

You might have to spend
hours in the saddle.

I can always get off
if I get winded.

This'll do me fine.

We'll be moving along,
Sheriff.

Think you can handle things
while we're gone?

Oh, yes. Certainly.

While they're gone?

So, you may as well
stay with me.

A sheriff leads a posse.

He doesn't send them off
to do his job.

We'd better
get started, Pa.

Sheriff--

You got your orders,
Deputy.

Ain't gonna be
any paper targets
out there, George.

George, wait. Where do you
think you're going?

With them.

Better not go.Be quiet.

We're wasting time, George.

Tell him you can't go.
Do you hear me?

I appreciate
your concern, Laura.

But I have a job to do.

He'll get killed.

You be quiet.

EMMETT:
Ridge trail.

THE VIRGINIAN:
We'll have to go single file.

You take
the point, son.

He's always that way.

Yeah, I know
that type--

always lookin'
for glory.

[ horse neighs ]

We got a hostage!

You come any farther,
we'll kill him!

That's Tod Jamison's
voice, all right.

Think he's on the level
about that hostage?

I don't know.
But we can't take a chance.

You know...

it was always
my experience

that once an outlaw
has a price on his head,

he don't care how much
is added onto it.

That means that if they do
have a hostage up there,

they're gonna kill him
sooner or later anyway.

We still can't rush 'em.

Maybe somebody can sneak
around behind 'em.

Hey, son,
that's a good idea.

You men keep 'em busy.

Wait a minute, Pa.
I didn't mean you.

I know you didn't.

I figure that I got
a little seniority
on the rest of you.

Hold it.
You stay here, Mr. Foster.

You giving me
an order, son?

EMMETT: If I have to.

If I remember rightly,
when I was sheriff,

my deputy didn't go around
giving people orders.

George.

Oh.

I always wondered
how he'd act

when the chips were down.

You don't think
a man could be sheriff
as long as I was

and not know a civilian
when he sees one, do you?

You knew all the time,
and you let him
go up there?

Relax,
I'll take care of him.

You keep them busy.

And don't you let on to him
that I know.

You understand?

They go for it?I guess so.

They're stayin
'down there.

[ gunshots continue ]

We'll keep 'em pinned down
till it gets dark.

Then we'll pull out.

[ gunshots continue
]

GEORGE: Hands up!

They're all yours,
Sheriff.

Hey, there's George!

Thank God.

I should be angry
with you.

That's a woman's lot
in life, Laura.

They also serve who
only stand and wait.

We'll talk about that
at supper.

Where?

Well, let's not go through
that again, George.

Where we always eat--
at my house.

We're dining out.

Nonsense.
I have a lovely roast.

We are dining out.

Yes, George.

Well, that means I have to
get all dressed up.

And I don't want to.

In that case,
you can stay home.

I'll call for you
at 6:00.

Yes, George.

Come along, Tim.

[ train whistle blowing ]

Well, it's been
a pleasure.

The pleasure
was ours.

And you're
a good man, Deputy.

Coming from you,
that's real praise.

Laura.

If I was 30 years younger,
I wouldn't be leaving.

Come back soon.

Sure will.

Son...come here.

You know, son,
it's been wonderful

having this get-together
with you.

It's great to know
you're doing so well.

A fine girl, a good job.

I have got
a good job, Pa.

It isn't being sheriff.

What do you mean?

I just pretended
to be a lawman

so you wouldn't be...
disappointed in me.

Well--

well, you sure
fooled me.

I'm a bank clerk.

I work for Mr. Jensen.

I can't shoot a gun
worth a dime.

And I don't want to.

You're a bank clerk?

You mean you handle
all that money?

That's right.

Well...you know me.

I could never add
two and two.

I always envied people
who could use their brains.

You mean...

you don't mind?

Look, son...

when a real sheriff
goes after outlaws,

he's just doing his job.

But when a bank clerk
does it,

he's a brave man.

He's foolish maybe, but...

he's brave.

What kind of a father
would be disappointed

in a son who has both
guts and brains, huh?

So long, son.

[ train whistle blows ]

Oh. Don't take
any wooden nickels.

[ train whistle blowing ]

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