All language subtitles for 26 Strange Vengeance

(Harris Claibourne)
Tombstone, Arizona Territory,

May 10, 1885.

The trial of Winnie Joe
was in its last day.

All that was lacking was the verdict.

Never took me this long to tell
a man I was grudging against him.

I'd like to think the jury's
on your side, Winnie Joe.

I'm a wolfer.

I never knew a man who killed wolves
for a living that wasn't grudged against.

[Door opens]

Man, over there.

The Beaumont brothers.

Hims the one.

He fixed this whole thing up against me.

Can you prove it?

I know it. I know it!
Now ain't that enough?

I'm afraid not.

Look at 'em.

Look at 'em!

They want me to be convicted.

Them and everybody else.

Winnie Joe, you're getting your trial.

Yeah, that's because you
offered to be my lawyer.

I'll bet he knows.

Nobody listens to what he knows.

His lawyer listens.

Yeah.

I reckon he does.

Well, then he must know, too.

Winnie Joe musta told him.

Losin' lawyer and a convicted man.

Who's gonna listen to them?

Yeah, but suppose.

Just suppose he isn't convicted.

Nobody listens to dead men either.

Not even in Tombstone.

(Claibourne)
An actual account from the
pages of my newspaper,

the Tombstone Epitaph.

This is the way it happened

in the town too tough to die.

(Announcer)
Tombstone Territory.

(Claibourne) Since the issue was
still in doubt, I set up two headlines:

"Westerby Innocent,"

"Westerby Guilty."

A man who deals in death is
bound to be disliked, Clay,

even when he only kills wolves.

Well, killin' wolves is one thing, but

poisoning 400 head of cattle?

Do you really believe
Winnie Joe did that?

I don't wanna believe it, no.

But it was his poison that killed 'em.

That wolf bait he uses.

What would he gain by it?

There's no sense, no reason,
no motive at all.

I think you're sounding
like Winnie Joe's lawyer.

Clay, Mr. Claibourne,
Frank won his case.

Winnie Joe's innocent.
He's free!

Well, you know,
I always did favor this one.

[Gunshots]

(Claibourne)
The afternoon of May 11, 1885.

Hello, Frank.

I'm conferring with a client, Sheriff.

Yeah, so your wife told me.

I need your help.

I'm sorry, Clay.
I'm a real estate lawyer now.

I establish legal claims
to property in Boot Hill.

Frank,

you knew Winnie Joe better
than anybody in Tombstone.

Nobody else would bother.

Well, somebody bothered enough
to put three bullets in his back.

Why?

I wish I knew.

Do you?

Well, maybe he knew something
that he shouldn't have.

Something about, uh,

poisoned cattle?

Maybe so.

And maybe he passed that
information on to you?

And that would put me in danger.

–Is that what you're trying to say?
–That's right.

Well, I don't know.

Gimme some time to think
about it, will you, Sheriff?

I'm still pretty upset.

Wait a minute, Frank.

Look, that killer isn't gonna
give you much time to think.

If Winnie Joe told you anything important...

I don't know what's
important to that killer.

Winnie Joe told me many things.

Well, he must have
mentioned some names.

He probably did.

And a lot of innocent people, too.

If I started naming names,

I'd make the innocent ones into suspects.

And it might save your life.

What about their life?

All right.

But you better leave Tombstone
for your own sake.

Boot Hill's gettin' overcrowded.

I'll think about it.

I-I-I can't name names.

I just can't

play grab-bag with
personal reputations.

[Cocks gun]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

I heard the shootin', Sheriff.
Who got it?

Frank Calloway.

Oh. He draw on you?

No, he was shot from ambush.
Gimme a hand, will you?

–Ain't quite dead, is he?
–No, not yet.

Listen, never mind those gloves.

Put some pressure on here.
The side.

Never figured Frank for enemies.
Did you, Sheriff?

I do now.

Well, reckon one of us oughta
tell his wife. I'm goin' that way...

I'll take care of that as soon as
I get him to Doc Cunningham.

Now help me get him on the horse.

My husband's been hurt, Clay Hollister.
You've no right to keep me here.

If you'll just hold your temper...

–You let me by! Let me by!
–Now wait a minute!

Your husband is safe.
He's over at the doctor's office.

–He's out of danger.
–He's hurt! He needs me!

He needs you most right here.

I want to see Frank!

[Sighs]

–Oh!
–All right now, Libby!

–You're gonna listen!
–I will not!

Yes, you will!

There's a stage leavin' for
Tucson in exactly one hour.

That'll give you time enough to pack and...

–Tucson?
–That's right.

And meet Frank down
at the stage depot.

Our home is right here
in Tombstone.

Frank's home is gonna be
in Boot Hill unless you leave.

Well, then why don't you start
protecting him, Sheriff?

–I'm tryin' to!
–How? By sending us to Tucson?

–Why don't you just send everybody to Tucson?
–Libby...

Then you can hand Tombstone to all
the killers and outlaws you can't handle.

–Libby!
–You let me away.

I'm gonna go see Frank.

Look, Libby, you've gotta understand.

Frank is safe over in the doctor's office,
but the minute he sets foot on the street, bingo!

It's your job to protect him.

It takes time! I'll get the killer,
but I don't want to use Frank as bait.

–Bait?
–That's right.

You gotta help me keep Frank alive.

[Sighs]

Well, I...

I guess I better start packing, huh?

I'll get your tickets.

Round trip.

–Can I join the party?
–No.

This time I wanna make sure
it's gonna be right.

Sure, when there's a
killing to do, it's my problem.

If you'd finished Calloway,
this wouldn't be necessary.

You really think
it's gonna keep him quiet?

It'll help.

[Knocking]

Just a moment.

Mrs. Calloway, I've got a
message for your husband.

What kind of a message?

What do you think you're doing?

[Screams]

Hey!

You got room for a
couple more passengers?

Sure thing, Sheriff.

Gotta be special nice to
people from now on.

It's a new policy.

[Chuckles] New for me.

I may be lookin' for
another job real soon.

Some talk about the railroad
comin' down this way.

Oh? I hadn't heard that.

–When's it due to happen?
–Might not be long.

There's some land buyin'
out west of town.

Who's the passengers?

Huh?

Who's the passengers?

Uh, Calloways, Mr. and Mrs.
They're goin' to Tucson.

–I'll be mighty nice to 'em.
–Yeah.

Good morning, Harris.

Morning, Clay.

Say, how's Frank Calloway?

Oh, it's just a should wound.
He's gonna be all right.

What's this I hear about
a railroad comin' in?

Yeah. Great thing for town.

I've got a map of
the proposed route.

–Heard about it this morning.
–Yes.

A lot of people just heard
about it this morning,

including the man who's
supposed to know all and tell all.

I imagine the railroad's
been tryin' to keep it quiet

till they can buy up the
right-of-way they need.

The roadbed is gonna
skirt the town to the north,

in this area here.

Well, I thought that
was private property.

It was.

From what I understand, they've
bought this piece on the left.

–Mm-hm.
–And this strip over here on the far right.

–Well, somebody musta made a killing.
–Yeah.

The Beaumonts, Ben and Cliff,
wouldn't you know?

[Chuckles]

This, uh, this grazing area
right in the middle...

It's where the cattle were poisoned.

Mm-hm, Eddie Cogin's land.

Great terrain for a roadbed.

Railroads pay the limit
for flat land like that.

Well, he could use the money
after losin' those cattle.

Does he know about this?

I don't know, but he will.

The Epitaph will have it today.

That's funny.

The railroad should buy the
Beaumont land and not Cogin's.

Wonder why.

Can I borrow this?

All yours.

–Oh, Clay!
–Hello, Harris.

Look, I've just found out
about that railroad land.

You were wrong about it.

Well, it happens, even to me.

Eddie Cogon doesn't own it.

He leases it from the Beaumonts.

Leases it?

That's right. A good, long lease.

Too long for Cliff and Ben.

Well, I'm afraid I don't follow you.

Well, look:

the railroad wants that
land real bad, right?

The Beaumonts stand to make a
fortune if they can sell it,

but they can't sell it so long
as Cogin has any claim to it.

–Well, they can buy him out of his lease.
–Or...

force him out.

There was one thing you
were right about, Harris.

Winnie Joe didn't have any
reason to poison those cattle.

The Beaumonts had every
reason in the world.

You don't know that.

(Claibourne) You need evidence.

I'll get it.

How?

Well, I don't know right off.

First thing I gotta do is get the
Calloways out of the shootin' gallery.

[Knocking]

Libby!

Who was it? Tell me.

Clay, I don't know.

I don't know.

It's all right now.
It's all over.

They said it was a warning for Frank.

I don't understand it.

I don't know what he means.

I think I do.

Clay, we'll go to Tucson
like you say.

Frank and I, we'll go.

You might not have to now.

This glove, where'd it come from?

It's a man's glove.

Yeah, I know.

The one who was here,
he must have left it here.

I guess I put up a better
fight than I thought.

Sure looks like it.
Come on.

–Let's get you to the doctor.
–Oh, no, Clay. I'm all right.

I just... Oh!

Clay, I'm all right. Thank you.

–I'm not so sure of that.
–Yes, I am really.

Do you think you're well enough
to make a positive identification?

Oh, Clay...

Clay, don't ask me to do that.
Please, don't.

Don't ask me any
questions about this man.

Frank'll be killed if I...

I... [Sobbing]

(Claibourne)
The afternoon of May 13, 1885.

What took you so long?

Had to get my face fixed up.

That dame, she's a wildcat.
Look what she did to me.

Yeah, what'd you do to her?

Don't like scratches on my face.

Never mind your face, how is she?

Scared silly.

She'll make sure that her
husband keeps his mouth shut.

Come on.

Hold it, Ben.

What happened to your face?

You, uh, cut yourself shaving?

Yeah, I, uh...

My hand slipped.

That was kinda clumsy of you.

Were you wearing gloves?

Now, Clay, you know you
don't wear gloves shavin'.

I thought maybe you might.

That ain't Ben's glove.

No, no, of course it isn't.

This glove belongs to the man
that ransacked the Calloway house

and beat up Mrs. Calloway.

A real gentleman.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

(Hollister) Try it on.

–Try it on.
–Don't do it, Ben.

You tryin' to accuse me
of somethin', Hollister?

Well, if the glove fits, yes.

If not, I'll offer you a public apology.

You better try it on.

[Gunshot]

Hold it!

Hold it. That's far enough.

[Uncocks pistol]

Now,

pick up your brother's glove.

Gonna need it for evidence.

This is the same cell
Winnie Joe used.

I thought you'd like to know.

How's my brother?

He's dead.

Look, Sheriff...
[Cocks pistol]

It was Ben's idea fixing those charges.

He thought Winnie Joe
would be convicted for sure.

Well, he wasn't.

He had a pretty good lawyer.

You're gonna need a better one.

(Claibourne)
May 14, 1885.

There was another fresh grave on Boot Hill

for Ben Beaumont.

"The prisoner, Clifford Beaumont, age 34,"

"is charged with the murder
of Winnie Joe Westerby,"

"...the attempted murder of Frank Calloway,"

"...and the poisoning of more
than 400 head of cattle."

What's the matter?

Oh, I don't know.

I could've prevented this whole mess.
Do you know that?

How?

Winnie Joe insisted that the Beaumonts were
mixed up in his case, but I wouldn't listen to him.

I didn't even tell Clay about it.

Well, why not?

Principles.

I was afraid of accusing
innocent people.

Frank, where are you going?

I'm going to take a walk.

Give my principles an airing.

You want anything, honey?

Yes: you.

And your principles.

(Claibourne)
The afternoon of May 14.

Howdy, Mr. Calloway.

Well, hello, Hank.

This here Beaumont fellow...

All the complaints they got against him,

they're gonna have to hang
him with a half a dozen ropes.

He's only got one neck.

But they will hang him.

I hear they can't even get
nobody to defend him.

Serves him right.

Plannin' your own
private massacre, Frank?

Clay,

who's defending Cliff Beaumont?

–Defending him?
–His lawyer, who is it?

Oh, I don't know yet.

I don't think anybody in town
wants anything to do with him.

Hasn't anybody been appointed yet?

No.

No good lawyer would want
to sit in the same cell with him.

I'll take his case.

[Laughing]

Yeah, you two would make a fine pair.

No, I mean it, Clay.

I want to defend him.

Let's go over to my office,
fight this out in private.

This is the gun that shot you, Frank.

You, Winnie Joe,

and the devil knows
how many other people.

Mm-hm. Did he confess to those shootings?

Well, that's not the point.

No, it's the point. Did he confess?

Well, no. Not yet, but there's no doubt.

Well, then why bother with the trial?

–What?
–No, I mean it, Clay.

If everybody's convinced
that Cliff Beamont's guilty,

why don't we just walk into
his cell right now and kill him?

Now you're talkin' foolish.

No, I'm not.

A trial now would be just
a waste of time and money.

So why bother?

Well, you know better than I.

It's the law.

Exactly.

And the law demands a trial.

And the law says that man's
innocent until proven guilty.

And the law says that every
man rich or poor, bad or good,

is entitled to his day in court.

Here.

–Where are you goin'?
–I'm to see my client.

Not a chance.

Look, Clay,

Winnie Joe Westerby...

...was a useless old man.

The only things he could do well was

lie, hate, and poison wolves.

Now, he was accused of
somethin' he didn't commit,

but if he hadn't had a trial,
a fair trial,

we never would've
known he was innocent.

Well, Cliff Beamont isn't Winnie Joe.

He's the guy that put that bullet
in your shoulder, remember?

(Hollister) And he stood by while
his brother beat your wife.

Sure, I remember.

And I hope he hangs for it.

But if we have to cheat the law
to punish men like Cliff Beaumont,

we just... we just better
change our ways, that's all.

Now, please, Clay, let me have a private...

I'm not gonna let you
in there alone with him.

Somebody's bound to get hurt.

Only if somebody gets outta line.

A prisoner has a right to a private
conference with his attorney.

All right, Frank.

Hello, Cliff.

What's he doin' here?

Let him tell you. I can't.

If you, uh, you want anything,
I'll be in the office.

All right, Calloway,
what's this all about?

Well, you needed a lawyer and
nobody else wanted the job,

so I volunteered.

You volunteered?

Why?

I don't think you'd understand.

Oh, yeah.

You'd hock your degree to
lose this case, wouldn't you?

No, on the contrary, Beaumont.

If I could win your case,

I'd be considered the biggest
attorney in the West.

Now look, you just settle down
and we'll start discussing everything.

Now there are certain things
that I think I must demand.

You ain't takin' any chances,
are you, carryin' that gun?

That's right, Beaumont.

In my considered opinion,
I considered you the...

...the lowest form of human life.

But I learned in law school that
any human being, even one like you,

deserves a break in court.

Now if you'll just settle down and
stop makin' things a little difficult...

[Groans]

I guess you asked for this.

Clay!

(Calloway) Clay!

I can't talk to my client in this condition.

No, I guess you can't.
Are you all right?

Oh, I feel better than I've felt in days.

Oh, he, uh, made a grab for my gun.

Yeah.

You know, if I'd known you had that,
I'd have never let you back here.

Well, now nobody could've
gotten hurt. That gun isn't loaded.

[Chuckles]

All right, Counsellor, you've had
your moment. Conference over?

No, no, no, no. Here, help me
get my client up off the floor.

He's entitled to some rights, you know.

Clay,

this doesn't change anything.

Come on, boy.

Good luck on your case.

I sure hope you lose.

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ If your past has run
afoul of the law ♪

♪ It's a handy place to be ♪

♪ 'Cause your future's just
as good as your draw ♪

♪ in Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪