All language subtitles for The Virginian - 2x03 - No Tears for Savannah

[ theme music playing ]

Hi, Frank.Hi.

Santa Rita.

Hi, there.

Howdy.

Have a nice trip?

Would have been
a little better

if he put some springs
in that thing.

Well, when I own the company,

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

Say, can you tell me
where I can find

a man named
Gordon W. Madden?

I haven't seen him around.

Can you tell me
where the best hotel is?

Warren House,
right over there.

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

Yes, sir.

This all right?

Yeah. It's fine, thanks.

Be here long?

That all depends.

Breakfast is included
in the price of the room.

Cafe's just off the lobby.

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

the one on the left?

Simon Avedon,
County Sheriff.

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

Not this time.

That's good.

Say, you know a fellow
named Madden,

Gordon W. Madden?

What do you want with him?

I asked you if you knew him.

I know him.

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

The man who just came in,

what room is he in?

Oh, we get
a lot of customers.

Cut it out, Fitz.

He's in room 10,

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

Who said anything
about trouble?

[ knock on door ]

It's open.

Howdy, Sheriff.
What can I do for you?

What's your business
in Santa Rita?

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

No, just those
who come looking
for Gordie Madden.

You mean I have to get
in line?

Depends on what you want.

This will give you an idea.

This is a Wyoming warrant.

It doesn't carry
very much weight
around here.

A bad check's
a bad check anywhere.

You got the authority
to serve this?

I have.

Regular law
or just for this?

Just for this.

What did he nick you for?

Four-thousand dollars.

[ whistles ]

And what are you after,
blood or money?

Money will do just fine.

Maybe we can work it out.

Is that part of your job--

working things out
for Gordie Madden?

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

He must be
a very important man
around here.

His pappy is.

I'll be in touch.

Just a minute, Sheriff.

I'll keep that

until you work things out.

Hello, Simon.

What naughty legal problem
brings you here,

or is it a social visit?

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

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

No, neither am I,

and I'm tired
of wiping his nose for him

and cleaning up after him.

You can't afford
to talk that way.

Wiping Gordie's nose,
as you put it,

goes with the job,

like putting the drunks
in the jail Saturday night

and letting them out
Sunday morning

in time for church.

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

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

You've got a good thing
working for you.

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

You don't know Savannah.

I've seen her,

though perhaps at my age
my standards are different.

I suggest you forget
about her.

What's Gordie done now?

Another bad check.

Oh.

I'll go break the news
to Henry T.

Want to come along?

No thanks.

I'll let you know
what he says.

[ man playing ragtime
on piano ]

What'll it be?Monongehela.

That's a fine whisky,
sir.

What's your name?Joe.

Joe, water in good whisky
is a crime.

Try this one.

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

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

That wouldn't be neighborly,
would it?

Uh-uh.Joe?

Set her up.

The real thing, Joe.

You must be new
around here.

You know everybody
in town?

Sooner or later.

Hello.
How you doing?

Hi, Gramps,
how you doing?

Give me some luck,
Savannah.

You got it.Thanks.

Give me a little
of the same.

Sorry, mister, all out.

That ain't
the way I hear it.

You better stick
to your poker, mister.

Just having a little fun.

Not tonight.

Your white armor's
very becoming, Fitz,

but it isn't really necessary.

I can handle fresh men.

You shouldn't have to.

Thanks anyway.

There's this jewelry drummer
in town,

and he has got
the best bargains.

I saw a real pearl necklace
in there,

big as your little fingernail,
twice as shiny.

I just love jewelry.

So I see.

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

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

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

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

Yeah.

Well, look who's here.

Hello, Cathy.

You don't keep up to date.

The name's Savannah now.

It seems to fit better,

you know, fancy name
for a fancy place.

You own this place?

The bank and me.

Pretty soon just me.

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

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

That's not what I meant.
I--

Savannah, how about
a drink with me?

Sure, Jim, later.

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

I like it noisy,

the louder the better.

Besides, I know
what you are going to say.

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

I'll tell you what happened.

It's really very simple.

She got smart.

Any other questions?

No, I guess that
about takes care of it.

Hello, Simon.

Do me a favor,
will you?

Take care of my friend here.

Buy him a drink
and throw him out.

I don't want him
in my place.

Well, you heard
what the lady said,

only we haven't got time
for that drink.

Henry T. wants to see you.

Henry T.?

Henry T. Madden--

Gordie's father.

Good evening.Good evening.

He's in the study.

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

No, not me.

Him.

All right,
you can go, Gordie.

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

Close the door...
tight.

Good night, Simon.

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

Got frostbit
when I first come
out to this country

in the winter of '56.

Ain't been warm since.

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

What's this
about my son Gordie?

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

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

[ chuckles ]

Something funny
about that?

That's Gordie all right.
Go on.

He bought two prize bulls
and six prime heifers.

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

It wasn't any good.

Know what he did
with the stock?

Yeah.

He sold them
to a butcher shop.

Know what he did
with the money?

Spent it on a fancy woman
up in Denver.

[ chuckles ]

You don't think
that's funny.

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

I'll collect
one way or another.

Is that a threat?

You threatening my son?

Look, Mr. Madden,

I came down here
to get $4,000

or your son's skin.

I'll have one or the other.

I'd rather have the money.

Settle for $2,000?

Where do you think
you're going?

To put this warrant
to work.

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

but I won't.

A debt's a debt.

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

or Gordie's.

Four-thousand dollars.

You want to count it?

I don't think
that's necessary.

I'll take that check.

It's all yours.

Good night.

Thank you, sir.

Evening, Mr. Madden.

The usual.

I don't see Miss Savannah.

She isn't feeling well.

You're a bad liar,
Charlie.

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

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

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

I'll find out
how sick she is.

If you're looking
for Savannah,

I saw her go out
about an hour ago.

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

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

I just happen to be--

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

Well...

what's the occasion?

It's a peace offering.

That's our very best champagne.

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

Cold roast chicken.

I remember
how you used to like it.

The last time I saw you,

you were having me thrown out
of your saloon.

That's just to say
I'm sorry.

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

Aren't we going to have
a drink?

Sure.

What shall we drink to--

the past, present,
or the future?

Well, why not all three?

We already know the past.

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

I leave tomorrow.

Well, that takes care
of the future.

Cheers.

How long has it been?

I bet you don't even remember.

Seven years.

That's a long time.

It's a very long time.

How did you fill it in?
Tell me.

With a number of things.

I'm at a ranch now
up in Wyoming.

Do you like your work?

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

That's right.
I forgot.

You always were
independent.

You're pretty independent
yourself.

I had a good teacher.

After all, when a girl
gets jilted once,

she learns a few things.

What do you mean?

Jilted--surely you remember.

You went away...

quietly...

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

I came back, Cathy.

You were gone.

No one knew where.

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

That calls for another drink,
doesn't it?

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

or if Cathy Devlin
had waited for you?

Many, many times.

But after a while
you stopped wondering.

There were other girls,
other Cathy Devlins.

No, only one Cathy Devlin.

She was a nice girl.

She still is.

You're sweet,

but you're wrong.

I'm not a kid anymore,

and--
[ laughs ]

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

who would think I'm nice,

especially not
the ladies of the town.

However, I'm making
a lot of money,

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

That's a pretty hard
combination to beat.

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

Well, what about
the chicken you brought?

Take it with you
on the stage,

compliments of the house.

Good-bye.

No, no.
No...

but it was nice
of you to try...

for old time's sake.

Good night.

Morning.

Morning.

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

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

Could you get me
some cut flowers,

take them over
to Savannah's place?

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

She's in jail.

She killed Gordie Madden
last night.

All I know
is he was found in a room

with a pair of scissors
stuck in his back.

She was hysterical,
screaming bloody murder,

said he'd been beating her up,

and from the looks
of her face,

I believe it.

I'd like to see her.

Sure.

Oh, you carrying a gun?

I wouldn't want
an old friendship

to make you try
anything foolish.

Cathy?

Cathy.

Leave us alone, will you?

You got three minutes.

How did it happen,
honey?

I don't know.

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

He was choking me,
and everything was a blur.

When it cleared
and I could see again,

Simon Avedon
was standing over me.

He told me Gordon
was dead.

How did he get
in your room?

He had a key.

He was angry
when he came in,

angry and drunk.

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

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

Then he started hitting me.

Have you got a lawyer?

I'll get you one.

No, it's no use.

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

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

Yeah? You'll be surprised.

Time's up.

Just leave everything to me.

I thought you were going
back to Wyoming.

That can wait.

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

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

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

and any court
would consider my action

a conflict of interest.

Well, can you suggest
another lawyer?

There's only one other man
in town--

young Doniphan, but--

But what?

Nothing. His office
is next to the bank.

Thanks very much.

I can't defend that woman.

It's a capital charge
against her.

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

I mean exactly what I said.

I just finished reading law
a year ago.

I've never defended
anyone in court.

Well,
what have you been doing?

Titles, wills, abstracts.

What if she can't get
a lawyer?

The court will appoint
someone to defend her.

Understand I'll do it
if I have to,

but I strongly advise
you to--

All right, all right,
you made your point.

Thanks a lot.

Get this off fast.

Joe.

Bottle.

Been looking for you.

Oh? Sit down.

I've been around.

Yeah, I know.

You've been buzzing around
like a bee,

sending telegrams,
seeing lawyers.

You sure have been around.

You ready for another?

Thanks.

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

Oh, just wondering
what you was up to.

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

Trying to help Savannah.

Why?

What do you mean why?

Well, you walked out
on her once.

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

but I didn't know who it was

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

Thanks for the drink.

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

What are you talking about?

That's what you are
to Savannah,

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

for seven long years.

You didn't know that,
did you?

I still don't.

It's the truth, all right.

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

Always that ghost
floating around somewhere.

It's very tough competition.

You're in love with her.

Let's put it this way.

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

You got the wrong picture,
mister.

Don't worry,
I'm staying.

I received a telegram.
There was mention of murder.

I left the comforts
of my home,

set aside
numerous important projects.

I traveled for three days

only to make
a howling jackass of myself

in a miserable place
called Santa Rita.

I'm sorry, Judge.

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

You could've explained enough

to keep me from storming
into the local jail

demanding your release
on a habeas corpus

only to find out
you weren't even arrested

for murder or anything else.

The only occupant of the jail
was some dancehall queen.

That's your client.

What?

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

You mean to say
you brought me

all the way
from Medicine Bow--

She needs help,
Judge, bad!

Don't they have lawyers
in this town?

Sure, three of them.

Well, then.

One's the prosecutor.

One works
for the murdered man's father,

and the other's a green kid

that just finished
reading law a year ago.

When a man finishes
his law course,

he's considered
adequate to--

Adequate
isn't good enough, Judge.

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

This woman...

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

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

Well, let's see my client.

[ sighs in relief ]

[ door opens ]

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

[ chuckles ]

Cathy...

this is Judge Henry Garth
from Medicine Bow, Wyoming.

How do you do?

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

You took on quite a job.

Well, from what I heard
about it so far,

it shouldn't be
too difficult.

Suppose you sit down

and tell me just what happened
that night.

Well...

I don't remember
too much about it

after he came into my room.

No, before that,
the whole evening.

We were together
earlier in the evening.

We had a drink
at the hotel.

It was supposed to be
our farewell drink.

Didn't work out that way.

What time did you leave
the hotel?

Around 11:00.

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

Charles, the bartender,

told me that Gordon
had been there earlier
in the evening

looking for me.

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

I was starting to get undressed
when Gordon came in.

He was drunk,
and he started shouting
at me.

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

I don't know
exactly what he said.

He was hardly making
any sense.

Then he started hitting you.

Yes.

You resisted him.

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

No--

What do you mean,
you guess?

I just don't remember
exactly.

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

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

Where do you usually keep
those scissors

when they're not being used?

On the dresser.

On it or in a drawer?

What difference
does it make?

It could make
a great deal difference
to a jury

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

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

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

Hmm.

You were struggling
with him over by the dresser?

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

Are you sure?

Yes, he was starting
to choke me,

and the last I remember

I was being bent over
the back of the bed.

How much do you weigh?

About 110, why?

What about Madden?
How much did he weigh?

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

I'd say
about 180, 190 pounds.

When he was holding you down
on the bed,

trying to strangle you,

was all his weight on you?

Yes, I guess so.

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

I don't know.
I--

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

Try to get some rest.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Sheriff?

The court will hear motions
before we select a jury.

Will counsel
approach the bench?

Mr. Black?

No motions,
Your Honor.

Judge Garth?

I have a few motions,
Your Honor.

Proceed.

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

and ask that the court
disqualify itself

from sitting in this matter.

On what grounds?

The murder
of a prominent citizen

by a woman of the demimonde

is sure to raise
a hue and cry

so that the defendant can't
expect to obtain

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

JUDGE SHELLEY:
The court has confidence

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

Motion denied.

Exception.

Note the exception, please.

Make a note of everything
Judge Garth says.

GARTH:
Thank you, Your Honor.

At this time
we would like to move
for a postponement

of these proceedings

in order to give counsel

a reasonable time
to prepare his defense.

Denied.

Exception.

Proceed.

I would request
that Your Honor direct
the State

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

to one of manslaughter.

Denied.

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

State your grounds.

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

and therefore not subject
to the penalties
provided by statute

for murder
in the first degree.

Denied.

Exception.

Anything further,
counselor?

Not at this time.

Gentlemen of the jury,

there are probably
those among you

who question
the right of the State
to try this woman

on the charge of murder
in the first degree.

It does credit
to your chivalry

that you should be reluctant

to think that a member
of the fair and weaker sex

could commit
a heinous crime,

for murder
is a heinous crime

when it is plotted,
planned,

executed
with diabolical cleverness

to make this act of murder
seem to be

a case of self-defense.

Gentlemen, murder
in the first degree

requires proof of motive
and premeditation.

We shall establish
both these factors.

What's he talking about?

The State will prove
beyond reasonable doubt

that Catherine Devlin,

also known as Savannah,

after unsuccessfully attempting
by ruse and subterfuge

to entrap Gordon Madden
into marriage,

did willfully and deliberately
plot his death.

That's not true.

Why are you lying?

Order!

We shall establish

that the defendant
enticed her victim
into her room,

that she goaded him
into a violent quarrel,

then with a weapon
near at hand, killed him

and tried to cover
the true nature of her crime

by self-inflicted marks
on her face and neck.

It was not self-defense

but murder,

murder most foul,

planned, executed
with diabolical cunning

to make it seem that she,
this soiled dove,

was the innocent victim
of a rich roué.

Do not let pity
or any other sentiments

sway you in your judgment.

The State demands
the verdict of guilty.

So she wants
something to wear, does she?

What does she want,
a shroud?

That's a nice thing to say.

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

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

Oh, that's right.

You were stuck on her,
weren't you,

till Gordie came along?

Maybe you still are.

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

When I get ready,
I will.

I never knew
you hated her.

I don't hate her.

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

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

when I get one.

Kind of ambitious,
aren't you?

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

but up until the other night

I never thought I'd make it,

costs so much money.

Why, what happened
the other night?

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

You go in there
and light a lamp.

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

You sure know
your way around, Simon.

Let's get those things.

Sure.

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

Whoo,
look at this place.

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

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

your own private brass band.

[ Hot Time In The Old Town
Tonightplaying ]

[ humming ]

♪ There'll be a hot time

♪ In the old town tonight

[ music stops ]

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

Stop playing games,
Jane.

You're too stupid
for this kind of thing.

I may be stupid,
but I got good news.

My dressing room--
paper-thing walls.

It's surprising
what you can hear,

especially when murder's
going on down the hall.

Do you know
there was somebody else
in here that night

besides Savannah
and old Gordie boy?

Close the door.

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

What makes you think
anybody would believe you?

You want to find out?

And don't get any ideas.

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

What are you after?

Money.

Think about it.

Take your time, now.

Take a couple of days.

[ resumes humming ]

Take these.
They ought to be good
for jail.

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

It isn't true.

It didn't happen
that way at all.

I know.

Why did you let them say
all those things?

Because I couldn't stop him,

and you might as well
brace yourself

for more of the same.

The State is going to try you
for your reputation,

your saloon, your looks,

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

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

but I must warn you

that the local jury
is going to consider

Madden's background
against yours.

He was a thief.

Yeah, you know it
and I know it,

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

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

You mean, then, that--

I mean that there's probably
a good chance

we're going to lose
this time,

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

to make a new trial
in another town

practically automatic,

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

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

Worst that
could probably happen

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

Are you sure
that's the worst?

They're not going to hang you

no matter what kind of case
the prosecution makes.

There isn't a jury
of western males

would recommend hanging
a woman.

They're in too short supply
out here.

Gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have.

Defendant,
rise and face the jury.

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

guilty or not guilty?

FOREMAN: We find
the defendant guilty

of murder
in the first degree.

JUDGE SHELLEY:
The court dismisses
this jury with thanks.

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

before pronouncing sentence
in this case.

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

I hope he has the rest of it
figured right.

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

Let's go, Savannah.

The stage is coming,
Miss Dent.

Thank you.

HENRY T.:
Shelley.

Henry T.

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

Step inside
before you take a chill.

I've got a fire inside of me,

warms me
clear through to the skin.

What can I do for you?

I was thinking
earlier this evening.

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

I know that.
I appreciate it.

I made you.

You certainly helped.

I made you.

I loved my son.

A son is a man's link
to immortality.

He may be wild,
he may be foolish,

no good,

even a thief,

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

because that son
carries his seed,

and some day
he'd have children himself,

and they would carry
his seed,

and that seed would go on
for ever and ever

until the end of the world.

That's immortality.

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

at my age...

in my condition?

You bet I ain't.

When that woman
killed my son,

she put an end to my line.

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

put an end to a man's line.

What are you going to do
with her?

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

I have.

Catherine Devlin,

you who are also known
as Savannah,

you have been tried
and found guilty

of a crime of murder
in the first degree.

It is now my duty
to pronounce sentence on you.

It is the sentence
of this court...

that one week from today

you shall be hanged
by the neck until dead.

[ spectators clamor ]This is an outrage!

Court is now adjourned.

You can't do this.

I said court was adjourned.

You could get it reduced.

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

They won't get away with it,
Cathy.

They won't.
Believe me.

I'll have to take you back.

There isn't a high court
in the land

wouldn't reverse
that verdict.

We've only got eight days.

I'll be in the State Capital
in two.

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

Oh, just keep her company.

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

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

I believe you, Judge.

That's a step
in the right direction.

Well...

Judge, I...

just don't know
how to tell you

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

Just don't send
any more misleading telegrams.

Remember the story
about the boy and the wolf.

Now, sit tight.

Everything
will work out fine.

Eight days--

anything could happen
in eight days.

Creation itself
only took seven.

I cut it as fine as I could.

You didn't cut it
fine enough.

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

for the next eight days?

He'll try for a new trial.

Will he get it?

Will he get it?

He'll get it.

So that's
what you had in mind.

Well, it won't work.

You're going to move
that date up.

I can't do that.

You can do
anything I tell you to do.

Well, I won't do this.

When I own a dog
or a horse...

or a man...

they do what I tell them.

Want me to spell it out
for you?

I'll take care of it.

Good day, Shelley.

How much did I cost you
when you bought me?

You came reasonable.

We're working for you,
Cathy.

The Judge is working
for you.

You know,
he went to the Capital,

and we've got enough time.

Now, don't worry.

You listening to me?

It doesn't matter.

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

Don't give up now.

I'm tired.

I'm just too tired to care.

Hey, time's up.

It's going to be all right.

Don't worry,
and get some rest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Liar.

Good night.

Did you say good-bye to her?

What do you mean...

good-bye?

Why, didn't she tell you?

The court ordered
the date of the execution
moved up.

To when?

Tomorrow.

Shelley?

Judge Shelley!

What do you want?

You moved the execution up.

Why?

In my judgment
it was necessary

to prevent civil riot
and disorder.

What are you talking about?

There's no trouble in town.

Get away from me.

Oh, you don't need
that thing

because if I wanted
to kill you,

that wouldn't stop me,

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

because that's too good
for you.

You can spend
the rest of your life

wondering whether you're
a man or a dog.

[ clock chiming ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ men hammering ]

Simon...

Yes, Savannah.

How much time?

Plenty of time.

Try and get some sleep.

Hold it right there.

Take your gun belt off
real slow, real careful.

Put it down on the desk
real quiet.

Come on.
Hurry up.

Pick up the keys
and let's go.

You'll never make it.

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

Get a move on.

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

Hold it.

All right,
take your gun belt off
real slow.

Toss it over
in the corner there.

Do what he tells you.

Come on.

Open the door.

Are you crazy?
They'll kill you.

Open the door.

Get inside, both of you.
Quick.

Take your belts off.
Hurry.

Take their belts
and tie their hands
behind their backs.

Then gag them.

We need all the time
we can get.

[ murmuring ]

[ horse neighs ]

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

We'll pick up their trail easy.

HENRY T.: Hold it.

I'm riding with you.

You'll never make it.

I'll make it.

I thought I was dreaming.

You did break me out,
didn't you?

Uh-huh.

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

before you get out of jail...

if they don't kill you first.

Like I said,
they have to find us.

They will.

Won't they?

All we have to do
is stay hard to find

till Judge Garth gets back
from the State Capital.

Ho.

Better give him
another breather.

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

I don't think
I am either.

Turn around.

That help?

Mm-hmm.

Why did you do it?

Was it for old time's sake?

For my sake.

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

he'd have my head.

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

He's earned a rest.

Come on, get up.

Let's see what's in the back.

What is it?

Hold your breath
and cross your fingers.

Well, it was fun
while it lasted.

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

You can go a long time
without food.

What you can't do without
is water.

Come on.

[ sighs ]

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

I hadn't even thought
about food until then.

Now I'm starved.

[ chuckles ]

Feel better?

Mm-hmm. Cleaner,

but I'm still hungry.

You remember that chicken
I brought you that night?

Mm-hmm.

Did you ever eat that?

As soon as you left.

Pig.

I hope its ghost comes back
to haunt you.

What's the matter?

Don't you believe in ghosts?

Never thought much about it
till the other day.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

[ object clacks ]

[ cocks gun ]

Hi, cowboy.

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

I had enough for today.

Where did you get
that buggy, boy?

Man gave me $5 to drive her
into Meadsville.

Lady with him took my pants.

You'll catch your death
out here.

I got a fire inside of me.

What about you, Simon?

Where's your fire?

I'm doing my job.

I don't understand you.

Gordie was your friend.

I gave you your start
because of that friendship.

Why, I practically made you
an adopted son.

Now you're--
you're holding back

from catching the woman
that killed Gordie.

What's the matter
with you?

I said I'm doing my job.

[ horse neighs ]

What did you find?

Picked up the trail.

They're heading
over the mountains.

Man would have to be
half noble and half snake

to get across that country.

You're right.

Well, it won't take long now.

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

I was just trying
to figure out

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

or gone horseback riding

or spent a night
under the stars.

I know what you're thinking.

Night is day
for a woman like me.

Day's night.

I have my life
all mixed up.

How does a girl get her life
all twisted up?

Can you tell me that?

[ mutters ]

Why didn't you come back?

I told you.

I did.

Not in time.

I waited for you so long.

Somebody else came along.

Hmm.

I picked myself a good one,
all right--

a gambling man.

What happen to him?

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

in his case
a fatal combination.

Then after that,
days began to turn
into nights.

That's how life
gets all twisted up.

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

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

Must've been thinking it,

probably been thinking it
for the last seven years.

If I had come back,

there wouldn't have been
any mixed-up life

or gamblers or anything else
to bother you.

No.

What I'm trying to say is--

what I'm really trying to say

is thank you.

It's nice being
out under the stars again.

Just a little.
Drink it slow.

Come on.
Come on.

Can you spare some water?

Easy. We can't afford
to spill any.

Come on.

Let's go this way.

Cathy, come on.
On your feet.

You got to.

I'm sorry.

All right,
get some rest.

MAN: He's coming around.

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

Where is Cathy?

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

You take it easy.
She's still asleep.

Who are you?

Name's Foley.

One of my drovers
out chasing a stray

come across you
and the missus.

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

How long was I--
was I--

Going on ten hours
since we found you.

You feeling better?

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

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

I'll pay you for them
over market.

We'll take care of you
in the morning.

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

I was hoping
maybe we'd get started tonight.

Well, you might,
but not her.

She'd never make it.

We'll fix you up
in the morning.

All right.

Good night.Good night.

Cathy.

How do you feel?

Oh...

I just keep going
back to sleep again.

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

just to wash in?

What did you tell them?

About us, I mean.

Our wagon broke down.

I left out the part
about the posse.

It's a pretty nice room.

How'd you manage it?

Well, I guess the trail boss

just naturally thought
we were married.

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

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

Have them think we quarreled?

What kind of a marriage
would that be?

Here.

Pleasant dreams.

Cathy?

Mm-hmm.

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

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

Maybe the trail boss
was right.

I mean,
after all this is over,

I think we should be married.

I haven't cried for six years.

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

Right now I'd rather say yes

more than anything else
in the world.

It's going to take
all the strength

and the willpower I have
not to.

I mean it, you know.

I know you do,

and I'll never forget it...

but too much has happened.

Too many bridges
have been burned.

It just wouldn't work out,

not for either of us.

You're wrong,
Cathy.No.

No.

Thank you...

more than you'll ever know.

Good night, kid.

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

We had to.

They were going to hang her.

Get up slow.

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

It's all right.

All I wanted was time.
I got it.

Tie him up.

AVEDON:
What are we stopping here for?

That tree has a good branch
for what we need.

I didn't come here
on a lynching bee.

Judge Shelley signed
her death warrant.

It's your duty
to carry it out.

Bring her up.

You're not giving
orders here.

I said bring her up!

Why, you miserable--

All right, set the rope.

Do your duty.

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

What kind of a murderer
are you?

She's not going to hang.

She didn't kill Gordie.

A jury says she did.

And I say she didn't.

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

If she didn't do it,
who did?

I did.

So she's got you, too, hmm?

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

It's the truth.

I don't believe you.

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

Took you a long time
to turn into a man.

HENRY T.:
You were friends,

Gordie and you.

I hated him.

When I saw
what he was doing to her,

I would've killed him
with my bare hands.

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

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

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

Everybody knew
how rotten he was.

Cut her down.

I've got your bill ready.

The station master says
you bought only one ticket.

That's right.

Why aren't you taking her
with you?

She turned me down.

You mean that?

I asked her to marry me.

She said no.

So she finally got
over you, huh?

Good-bye, Warren.

Good luck.

[ man spurs horses ]

[ spurring ]

[ theme music playing ]