All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E10 - Home to Methuselah

Tom Rawlins.

That'll be a nickel.

Tom Rawlins.

Six.

Oh! What the blazes...

Been a long trail, Tom.

Wanna try and make it?

Where are they?

They... left.

I don't know where.

Didn't tell me anything.
Nothin'.

One of them cost me a penny.

Comes out of my pay.

It's gettin' so
I hate to use 'em up.

Where'd you say they went?

Went to... Jacob's Crossing.

Two days ago!

You a lawman?

He was young.

And he loved me.

And ya killed him!

The Benson Gang.

Eight people killed.

He set the dynamite.

Took me a year, but I got 'em.

All but two.

Where's Jacob's Crossing?

In the Grand Tetons.

It's a mountain village.
What's the nearest town?

Well, that would be,
uh, Medicine Bow.

Medicine Bow... Shiloh.

Just amazing
what a penny can do.

What about the reward?

Give it to her.

You'd better have a good reason
for cuttin' that fence.

Yeah, I have.

- Is this Shiloh range?
- That's right.

How far to your bunkhouse?

I think we better
go into the "why" first.

Fastest way to get from one
place to another is a beeline.

- Ah, where's your foreman?
- You're about to tangle with him.

A kid I knew once had a cowlick.
Stood straight up in the back.

Couldn't keep it down
with axle grease.

You sort of remind me of him.

Got caught once stealing
green apples from a Swede.

Sh-Sheriff made him eat
every last one!

Seth?

Seth James!

Well, now, don't bore a hole in
me, boy. Have I changed that much?

Wel... Not a bit!

Just got so old
you didn't recognize me.

Well, do you know
how long it's been?

Eh, long enough
to turn you in a man...

and me into a fence cutter.

Well, let's get on
to that bunkhouse.

How'd you find out where I was? I
hear talk about you from time to time.

Last I heard, you was here,
foreman of Shiloh.

Ah, good to see you, boy.

Me, I just been roamin' around,
tamin' a town here and there,

knocking the cussedness out of them
as still think this is still the wilds.

Hmm. But civilization's
settin' in, so I settled down.

In Methuselah, Kansas.

You heard about me
all the way up here?

Well, Wyoming has newspapers,
you know. You're quite a hero.

No hero, just doing my job.

Now, if you knew where I was,
why didn't you come see me?

I always meant to.

Pictured myself riding up to you,
and you not remembering who I was.

If I was given a
sawed-off minute, I would.

See that speckledy rock?

Ah, you remember well.

You taught well.

The Grand Tetons? They're
beautiful this time of year.

Mmm, yeah. Good huntin' too.

You know, I might be able
to break away and go with you.

With the Graingers away
and me going, we'll need

a good strong foreman
here to ramrod things.

Mr. Grainger'll be back in a day
or two, and... there's nothing to do.

I know a stretch of wire on
the east line needs stringing.

If you've decided
to settle down,

I guess we won't be reading
any more of your adventures.

That what you call 'em?

Well, I settled down
because I was tired,

and I wanted
a regular place to sleep...

Some peace and quiet.

See that tic there?

And I got that from, uh,

worrying too much about some
fired-up jasper shootin' my backside out.

Gets to you after a while.

Are you married?

- I was.
- When was that?

You remember when I left
to take that job in Renfro?

I met her there. A good woman.

Not strong.

- Died on me after a while.
- I'm sorry.

Yeah, my job's hard on a woman.

Ah, you remember that now when some
dude-eyed deputy takes some fancy to you.

Well, it's gonna be just like
old times, us goin' huntin' again.

I'm sure glad it worked out
to be the slow season.

I'm sorry you can't go along.

Yeah, well, good old
indispensable me.

- How long will you be gone?
- Two or three weeks.

I have to be back before those
Albuquerque cattle arrive,

so I can get rid of all the improvements
that'll be made while I'm gone.

Well, it was in Seeley, Montana,
right in front of the feed store.

The Marlow boys...
four of the meanest,

toughest, hardnose
hombres ever to spur a horse.

They'd just robbed the land office
when Sheriff James here cornered 'em.

There the brothers was...

Were...

Standing there holding rifles,
barrels big as cow horns...

aimed right at his belly.

Sheriff James here had a shotgun,
and them Marlows was scared of it.

Ain't that right, Sheriff?

Eh, almost.

Well, that shotgun only had
two barrels, right?

It wasn't the Marlows. It was...

Luther Kotch and his boys.

And it was in...

Red Ditch, Colorado,

where they had just held up
the Dixie Hotel and Saloon.

And the gun I had was
an old Sharps Big 50.

Other than that,
you got everything right.

Ah, Jim was right about it
bein' in front of the feed yard.

And them rifle barrels was as
big as cow horns too... four of 'em.

The old Sharps 50 I had
only had one shot,

Of course, it could
blast a hole through armor.

Well, what happened then?

Well... They killed me.

Now, that there joke
is just about as old as I am.

And I fall for it every time.

- How come you're up this way, Sheriff?
- Oh, no reason in particular.

Just taking a rest spell,
moseying around,

seein' how things is.

No reason particular.

We'd better get to bed if we're
gonna get an early start in the morning.

I wanted him to tell about the time he
tamed Placerville. I heard it was wild.

Don't ask.

Well, when I get back, we'll
have a lot of stories to tell.

But the boy here's right.

Because tomorrow
we go a-huntin'.

- Someone passed this way.
- That so? How long would you say?

- Two days.
- More like four.

See how the edges
have crumbled away?

Two men went that
way. Now, what'll it be?

Deer, bear, elk?

What's up that way?

Mountain cat.

I always did like
the smell of pine.

This looks like a good place to
camp. I'm as fresh as when we started.

Come on. Let's
go on some further.

Now, Seth? Hold up.

These horses are dead tired.
Eh, there's nothing wrong with 'em.

Well, we're not going any
further till they get some rest.

Uh, you sure it's not you
that's give out?

Come on.
We still got good light.

This is as far as we go.

Well, I guess, uh... good
place to rest a bit. For the night!

We still got good light!
Now, sooner we get up there,

sooner we're gonna get
stalking those big cats.

Look, Seth, I'm hot, and I'm
tired, and I'm in no mood for this.

Now, you want to tell me why
we're following these tracks?

Uh, the tracks are...

goin' along the same way we are.

It's the other way around,
and I want to know about it.

Who are they? Outlaws?

So that's our huntin' trip. You're
trackin' two outlaws, and I'm your deputy.

I wanted to tell you.
I couldn't.

You will now.

Gang called Benson.
Ever hear of them?

Six of 'em set some dynamite
charges to blow the bank vault...

right under my nose.

Blast caused a fire. Hotel next
door burned up like nothing I ever see.

People screamin', tramplin' each
other trying to get out of there...

Them as could.

Folks jumping out of the top
floor, breaking arms and legs,

crawlin' out of that heat.

Next day, siftin'
through the ashes,

lookin',

scrapin' up them
that didn't make it.

You ever been to a mass burial?

No.

All them coffins
lined up in a row...

Eight of 'em.

Some sight it was.

Some sight.

Me who was paid
to protect 'em...

helping to lower 'em
into the ground.

I should've watched the bank, should've
watched the express office, the railroad.

Anyplace there was any
money, I should've been.

Got clean away from me.
Split up.

Eh, I tracked 'em.

Got Adam Sievers
in Dangerfield, Colorado.

Wally Buckalew in Laramie.

Frank Townsend I shot tryin' to escape.
Brought 'im back dead to Masonville.

Another fella named Tom Rawlins,

just got over in Pickering.

I got two to go now.

Zach Ontro... the leader.

And Jase Dubbins.

And I'll get 'em.

Well, you've...

been tracking 'em a year.

My town they robbed,
my people they killed.

Town hired Seth James to
bring the law, and he failed 'em.

And you couldn't tell me
about this before?

I needed you, and I just
was afraid you wouldn't come.

I had good enough reason
not to at the time.

This Tom Rawlins had a gun
hidden. He almost got me first.

Just careless. I should've checked
the room out like any lawman would.

I always do.

I'm gettin' old.

I guess maybe for
the first time in my life...

I figured I might
need some help.

So, uh, I didn't tell you.

How do you know the tracks belong to
the men you're after? Oh, they're them.

They're headed
for Jacob's Crossing.

Probably going up to Canada.

Moon's comin' out.

Trail'd be easy to see.

What you lookin'
through that window for?

Nothin' out there but trees.

Maybe a ghost or two.

I just wanna be going, Zach...
Moving somewhere.

I feel funny.

I been running all my life,
and I wanna get some rest.

Give me a couple of days.
We got a good place here...

All the comforts of
a mother's warm arms.

And there's nobody out
there for 30 miles. Believe me.

And I can smell a lawman...

quicker than a hog
can smell slop.

That's what
Townsend always said.

Seth got him just like
he got all the others.

Now you're makin' me nervous!

You never figured outlawin'
would be anything like this, did ya?

Thought it'd be excitin'...
Stealin', shootin'...

and makin' love to the girls?

Well, it's more lonely
than anything.

Hidin' and waitin'.

Waiting's the hardest part
of all...

For a job, for the law, for one
of your friends to turn you in.

I guess I've been waitin' for
one or the other all my life.

Ah, I'd do it again
if I had the chance,

'cause I guess
it's in my nature.

I remember the first man I
killed... in Numbria, Montana.

My brother...

and I, afore he was
caught and jailed...

We used to rob stores
now and then.

And then one day...

I was playing cards
with a drummer.

Mmm, patent, uh, medicine or...

cinch bones for ladies
or some such.

Well, he won a stack of money.

And I put a gun in his back
when he came outside,

and the dang fool
yelled bloody murder.

I shot 'im, and I ran. Had
to leave the money there.

So we both lost out.

Ahh.

Let me go, Zach. Mm-mmm.

I don't want
to go along no more.

But I was all right
right enough...

night you came...

runnin' into my camp all hot,

runnin' from the law.

Who said I was
runnin' from the law?

Nobody runs from nothin'
like you did...

unless it's from the law.

You tryin' to dog
my footsteps, boy?

Turn me in?

Tell 'em... where I'm goin'?

Now, Zach, you-you know
I wouldn't do that.

But you don't need me!

Oh, I need ya, and I like ya.

You're friendly
and good-natured.

And someone to talk to,
to be proud of.

I look up to you as if
you were my own son.

I'm nobody's son.

All right.

Let's just say
I was to let you go.

What would you go to
and what would you do?

I don't know. I'd just get
away from all this, I guess.

I know what's
diggin' at ya, boy.

You wanna meet up with some
fancy town perked-up-nose gal,

with her hair hangin' long.

More than likely,
you're gonna end up...

clerkin' at some
mercantile store...

with a little whitewash house
with red and yellow flowers.

Probably with three or four...
towheaded freckle-face young 'uns...

all rusty from playin' in the dirt and
yellin' for their pa to come home...

with your five dollars
week's work.

Is that what you want?

Hmm? Waitin' on some fat,
flabby, gossipin' little old ladies,

and comin' home to
the same woman every night?

And not havin' no fun, mmm,

'cause everybody else knows
everybody else's business.

Well, is that it? It'd
be better than this. Huh!

That's what you want,
but it's too late.

You ain't gonna get it.

You're a mean,
terrible outlaw...

with a price on his head.

So I guess you and me,

we gotta tough it up together.

Isn't that right, Jase?

So you ain't goin' no place,
are you?

No.

Ah.

Now we can be friends again.
Ain't that right?

Ain't that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Tell me, where did you
were runnin' to...

that night that
you came into my camp?

Think I'll take a
walk. Ah! Don't you...

You ain't goin' nowhere, are ya?

Don't you do anything
I wouldn't do,

or the bogeyman liable to...

jump out behind
those trees and getcha!

Whoa.

They can't be far ahead now.

The way you been going, I'm
surprised they're not behind us.

I've been tired near to death
lots of times, boy.

A few good hours' sleep
jerks you right back.

Thing that keeps you going is
knowing they aren't as tired as you are.

That means you're
making up time.

It's not us I'm worried about. Thin air
and a rocky trail can kill a good horse.

Ah, I've had horses drop
under me afore.

Kept right on going.

Well, I like the one I got.

Those two up ahead are...
the last.

Get them, I can go home
to Methuse...

Maybe hold my head up again.

Ready to go?

Look here.

Brushed a spiderweb
going through here.

Yeah. Nothing wrong
with your eyes.

I see good close-up. It's
the distance cripples me.

How long ago would you say?

Poor little fella been spinnin',
tryin' to get back in shape.

About half done. A
day or two. Maybe one.

Huh. What's that smell?

Eh?

Smells like smoke... cedar smoke.

They wouldn't be
dumb enough to hole up.

Oh, what... what
direction you get?

Wind's from the west.

Bad mistake they made.

Bad mistake.

Well, that old cow was
switchin' her tail all over the place,

first in the bucket
and then in that farmer's face.

I asked him did he ever try
tyin' her tail to his bootstrap.

I said, "That's the way
we do it down Arkansas way."

He was so dumb, he did it!

He tied that tail
around his strap!

Well, it worked all right
for a while,

until I took out my pistol
and fired!

And then I spooked that
ol' cow! That ol' milky-milk!

Well, she started to kick and
jerked that old farmer off his stool!

And spilled the milk
all over him!

And dragged him throughout that
whole yard, over the mud and all!

The strap finally broke,

and I seen the fire in his eyes.

Well, I lick-tailed it
outta there...

before he got his gun after me!

Ooh, I tell ya, boy.

That was the funniest sight...

I ever did see.

Moo! Moo! That ol' boy!

Oh, I tell you. It was funny!

Have a drink, boy.

You gonna go for another walk?

- You mind?
- Oh, I trust ya.

You know that.

The funniest sight...

I ever saw!

Moo!

Moo!

Hyah! Hah! Hah!

Come back here, boy!
Come back here!

Hold it right there, mister!

Drop that gun. Drop
it! I'm goin' after him.

Don't... You made too much
noise! You scared the kid away!

I'm gonna get the horse. I'm goin'
after him. You'll never find him, Seth!

Moon's over that ridge. There's
not enough light to track by.

I'm gonna give it a try.

You get out there and get lost,
you'll probably never find him!

He could've gone in any direction.
Pick up his tracks in the morning.

Besides, we both need rest.

We'll get him in the morning.

Well, there's the boss.

I wonder how many bodies
he's planted.

I'll get the horses.

Come to yet? No. Mm-mmm.

Ah, you give him
a good crack, all right.

Ah, you couldn't dent that
skull with that log you're sittin' on.

You want to sleep?

I've ridden into towns you've
never seen nothing like 'em.

God-fearin' folks...

afraid to go out on the streets lest
they get robbed or gunned down.

Even once in church.

In church, preacher tellin'
about God and love, beauty.

Four outlaws broke in,
held us all up, robbed us.

I went after 'em.

And I got 'em.

You've done your part, Seth.
Why don't you quit?

Leave your job to someone...
Someone who hasn't seen so much.

I can't retire. There's more
criminals than there are lawmen.

Till it's the other way around,
I'm gonna keep on fightin'.

Well, I don't know
what the job's done to you,

but you're not
the same man I remember.

I'm the same. You're
the one that's changed.

You was no more than 15.

That age, you don't
see much anything.

Well, I saw a man
who smiled once in a while.

I don't see that anymore.

I got no time to smile now.

That's too bad. Too bad.

Medicine Bow's civilized.

Safe, secure.

Decent, law-abiding,
church-goin' folks live there.

Ones I deal with are scum.

They're worse than animals.

Animals only kill to survive.

Men are the only ones
that do it for no reason.

'Bout time you got back.

You know you're not supposed
to leave a prisoner unguarded?

Where's your friend?

Cat got your tongue, Seth?

Ain't talkin', huh?
Well, I can't blame you.

Meanin', what do we got
in common to talk about?

Eight graves.

Is that what it was?
I never heard.

Lot of flowers? I hope so.

What's a funeral
without a lot of flowers?

How about a glass of water?

You are cussed quiet, you are.

Yeah, maybe you
can answer me a question.

You remember when Mase Benson
got his, and I took over the gang?

How come folks always callin' it the
Benson Gang and not the Ontro Gang?

I would've been
mighty proud of that.

Could you loosen these
ropes? Cuttin' off my blood.

Thought you tied him.

I did... tight.

Not tight enough.

Loosened them ropes.
Come at me to kill.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

A prisoner would sure
slow us down.

How many folks you think
he's taken the time to bury?

Come on.

Kid's not dumb. He's still
headed for that crossing.

Makes it before us, he'll get a
fresh horse, ammunition, food.

Be headed for who knows where.

Has to be another way...
Shortcut, something.

The only safe way I know
is this trail right here.

Well, then how about
an unsafe way?

Full of shale and rock slides.
I don't advise it.

I don't need advice.
I need to make up time.

Seth, I respect you for your
years and what you've done.

But I'm getting pretty tired
of hearing that.

I know it, and, uh, I apologize.

It means a lot to me.
Don't... Don't quit on me now.

Is one boy worth it?
Haven't you heard?

The last is always the best.

Well, come or not.
It's up to you.

Feels like it's on fire.

Ah, more than likely,
there's a doc at the crossing.

Ease that up some. Uh...

Dollar to buckshot, the kid's
already there stocking up.

How does it feel?

Glad it wasn't a broken leg.
It might've slowed you up some.

Well, howdy, boy. Horse ready?

That horse I sold you, son,

is one of the finest specimens of
horseflesh ever put on God's green earth.

I been thinkin' it over, and
I'm afraid that I mischarged you.

- Yeah, more than it was worth.
- Less! By $20.

- I won't pay it.
- Well, so be it.

But you ain't gonna get very
far on that worn-out nag of yours.

You're a thief!

Lord...

Now take off your hat, son. You're
in the presence of the Holy Spirit.

Show some respect.

I forgive him, Lord. I hope
you do the same. Amen.

Ought to ask the Lord to forgive you for
misrepresenting yourself as a preacher.

- I am ordained!
- By who?

Myself! I'm a self-taught
deliverer of the Word.

What church?

Each of us unto
ourselves is a holy temple!

Fifteen.

I'll take it.

Is he ready to go? Yeah.

He's up there at the corral.
He's all saddled and bridled,

ready to carry
your soul to glory!

Where you headin', boy?

Gonna find me a place where it's
more blessed to give than to receive!

The Lord be with you, son,
and with thy spirit.

How are you, boy?

Been a long hunt.

You wouldn't try to get away,
would you?

Big Zach Ontro did.

What'd he do?

You hurt yourself? Yeah.

Let me take a look at it.

I do some doctorin' around here
in addition to my preachin' duties.

Just work over here
at the stables part-time.

Hurt? More than I'd like it to.

- Where's your jail?
- Ah, we ain't got none.

What'd he do? You got a sheriff?

Oh, he comes up this way every
month or so when he can make it up.

Boy's a bad 'un, is he? Usually,
any offender of the public decency...

Which, to folks in this town,
takes some doin'...

Is locked up in my back
storeroom over there.

Would you let go of it!

Well, mister, I'd say that
you've got a sore elbow there.

Thanks for telling me. I
can poultice that up for you.

Take away some of the pain
for five dollars.

It's worth that just to get
you to keep your hands off it.

- Where's this storeroom?
- It's right over there.

I'll get some stuff
for your elbow in a minute.

Ah, there'll be a 50-cent charge
for the use of the storeroom as a jail.

If you boys want to bed down
tonight, I'd be glad to take care of you.

You've got no lock on that.

I could, uh, get you one over at
the store. Of course, it'll be extra.

I'll be right back.

Go on. I want to talk to him.

I got 'em all, boy.

You know that?

♪♪

Howdy.

How's your arm? Hmm, that
preacher may be a lot of things,

but whatever that
stuff was, it worked.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

I think I'll stay here.

The boy's handcuffed. The
door's bolted and locked.

You've got the only key.
Where could he go?

Come on.

♪♪

You've sinned, boy.

No more than most,
less than some.

What'd you do?

Now, I ain't here to upbraid
you, son. Just the opposite.

I want to show you
how unfit for heaven you are.

Do you realize that you'll
never walk those golden streets,

you'll never be happy
in that holy place,

without you first have a complete
and utter moral change of heart...

and find yourself
a state of grace?

How much'll that cost me?

Boy, you offend me!
Grace ain't for sale.

Well, of course, my time and
services gotta be taken care of.

Look, preacher.

I got a hundred dollars
buried up in those mountains.

I'll give it to you
if you let me out of here.

Why, that'd be illegal.
Not only that, it's immoral!

No, I'll sell you my time and services
to help you find a state of grace,

but not my soul.

It's a hundred dollars,
preacher. Absolutely not.

Besides, I don't
think you got it.

♪♪

If you're tiring, sir,
I'll take her. Thanks.

Look at him.

Eh, about the same age
as Dubbins.

But full of life,

hardworking, law-abiding.

And why?

Why does that boy follow the straight
and narrow and the... other one not?

How do you know he does? He might be
the biggest fur stealer in the mountains.

Oh, I can tell by
looking. I can spot a

lawbreaker as far off as
they can spot my badge.

They-They got a look to them.

I don't believe that.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Just... puzzling to me.

This boy here's got
a full life ahead of 'im.

The one over there
in the storeroom? He just...

Most fun in a long time.

You know something?

No more trackin'.

I'm free.

So here's to the new man.

Or the old one back again.

I told you, didn't I? A little
sleep would snap us right back.

Night's about over. Another day,
we'll take the boy and head back.

Preacher looked over
his calendar.

Federal marshal
is due here in a few days.

- Why not hand Dubbins over to him?
- No, no. Nope.

Be easier than
taking a prisoner back.

We might even get in
that hunting you promised.

I'll take him back...

To Methuselah.

He'll stand trial.

Everyone'll see I got him.

I got 'em all.

♪♪

Hey.

Need anything, Dubbins?

Where is he? In the saloon.

Mister,

I don't know who you are
or why you're with Seth,

but, uh...

Please, I gotta get out.
He's gonna kill me.

Good night, Dubbins.

What happened to Zach?

Now, he's gunned down a lot
of men in the name of the law,

and, uh, he's gonna kill me.

Don't matter he's not
a sheriff no more.

Well, he wears the badge of one.

What town's gonna give their sheriff
a whole year off to hunt down outlaws?

Who'd protect the
town? A deputy.

Look, outlaw's supposed to be
turned over to federal marshal.

He give up his job so he could
hunt us down full-time.

Sure as shootin', mister, you don't
help me... I'm not gonna make it.

You'll make it, Dubbins. Mister.

When he gets somethin'
in his head,

he gotta get it out.

Now, you don't know him.
I do... better than anyone.

As well as any outlaw
can, I guess. Outlaw, hell.

I know 'cause he's my father.

Hurry up.

Trying to decide whether
to be a sheriff or a father?

He told you.

I want to know why, Seth. Why'd
you track down your own boy?

Because he's my boy,
not in spite of it.

You think I want
to take him back to hang?

Well, then why?

'Cause he's guilty.

He didn't kill anybody.
He only held the horses.

He tell you that?

And I believe him.

Put him in jail maybe,
but don't kill him.

The town's decision.
Mine's just to bring him in.

Seth, the decision's already
been made. You know that.

It doesn't matter what he didn't
do. He was a member of that gang.

Look, you've got to turn him
over to a federal marshal...

so he can stand trial
somewhere else.

- Oh, it's gotta be Methuselah.
- That'll be legal revenge.

It's gotta be Methuselah.

Why? Because it's your town?

Because the Right Honorable
Seth James, town-tamer,

spawned an outlaw
and can't hold his head up?

Yes!

Yes. Boy was always bad.

In trouble more than out.

Tried to beat
the meanness out of him.

Only made him meaner.

Beatings got harder.

Didn't do no good.

Took his ma's name
just to spite me.

No wonder he ran to Ontro.

You probably treated me better
than you ever did him.

You were deserving. He wasn't.

Look, that boy's afraid of you.

What happens if on the way back,
he tries to escape?

- I'll go after him.
- And kill him?

He's an outlaw.

Judge, jury, executioner.

Tell me something, Seth.
All those towns you tamed...

When a man went to jail
or to a grave...

on your say-so,
with no questions asked,

how many innocent men
got mixed in with the guilty?

None.

None.

I never killed an innocent man.

Well, I guess if
I was in your boots,

I'd have to believe that too.

I want to tell you somethin'
you don't know nothin' about.

Nothin'!

I came into those towns
because...

folks was too scared
to do for themselves.

My back a target for every
gunman walking the street.

Hey, Dubbins. Come here, quick.

Come here.

Yeah? Been readin' the
Book... the part where it says...

a man should be free to pursue
his own destiny... hopefully good.

And where it says that some folks die too
soon ever to find a true state of grace.

How much money you got on you?

About $30. But there's that
money I got hid up in the mountains.

You gonna let me out?
Ah, you was an outlaw.

You ran with an outlaw band.

Most likely you've got more
than a hundred dollars out there.

No, that's all I got.
But you can have it.

Well, tell me where it is,
boy, 'fore I open that door.

Tell you after.

Well, pass through the 30 now.

Now, you promised
you'll tell me.

Yeah, I promise.
Now get a crowbar.

I don't need a crowbar.

Keys to the heavenly gates.

Tell me again how Zach Ontro
tried to escape.

I didn't murder him,
if that's what you mean.

He loosened them ropes,
come at me to kill.

No reason to lie. I never
killed no man hands tied.

All right, boy. Where is it?

A promise to a fellow being
is like a promise to the Lord.

I lied.

Come on!

What is happening to us, Lord,

when a man's word
means so little?

Seth, I'm not gonna let you go after him.
You don't know right from wrong anymore!

Now, Seth, listen to me!

You're interfering with the law!

Preacher!
Get your skinny neck over here.

Open this door!

If you don't open this door
by the time I count to one,

I'm gonna kick it down
and you with it.

Hyah! Hyah!

I hate you more than
I ever hated anybody!

And you got it comin' to ya!

But I never killed anybody,
and I'm not gonna start with you.

You ain't worth it!

It don't matter no more, Seth.

Not if I go to prison.

Not if I hang.
Not if you kill me.

Not anything.

No more.

You do what you want.

Trouble sorting it out, Seth?

That boy's gone loco.
Clean out of his mind.

Then that explains it.

Couldn't be you've been
wrong all these years.

Couldn't be that.

Don't look to me
for no favors, boy.

Why should I now?

'Sides, what could I do?

Grieve a little.

I... never learned how.

Boy!

All I could think of
to give him.

I don't even know
if he can play.