All language subtitles for S5E36-A Quiet Little Town

Dave why don't you listen
to the reason,

try to go along
with Judd Sellers.

Meg, we've been
over all this before.

Then we'll go over it again.

If Judd Sellers

and his group wanna put a saloon

and a gambling house
in every building

on Main Street, I say let them.

I was hired
to clean up this town.

And you cleaned it up.

Only now the good
people of Warburg

decided they like it
better the way it was.

They haven't said so.

What do you think

they're saying behind your back?

Meg, I was hired to enforce

the laws of this town
as passed by the people

and that's what I'm gonna do,

until the people decide
to change those laws.

Or the marshal.

They can fire me
anytime they want.

They're not going to fire you,

any more than they're
going to change the laws.

They're hypocrites Dave,
all of them.

If Judd Sellers

and his gang break the law,

the good people of this town

will benefit right
along with them,

but they can go on
being self-righteous.

In his own way,

Judd Sellers is at least honest.

Why don't you come right out

and say what you mean.

What you really want me to do
is to go to Sellers

and tell him he can have
the kind of a town he wants

for a price.

All right, why not?

At least we can have
enough money

to leave this town.

Dave, Sellers is going to have

the kind of town
he wants anyway.

Not as long as I'm around.

Dave.

Dave.

Dave?

Dave?

All the drovers here,
they're welcome

in Warburg again.

Every trail boss in Texas

will push his herd through here.

Come on inside, boys.

I'm setting up a drink for us.

Who's that?

His name is Hardie,

special agent for
Wells Fargo. Oh.

Could be trouble. Uh-huh.

He was a good friend
of Dave Prescott's.

It's beautiful Thorne.

I'm glad you like it.

I bought it for you in Wickville

and when you're
Mrs. Thorne Whitman

you'll have...

Is something wrong Meg?

Are you sure you wanna
marry me Thorne?

Yeah. What a question.

Haven't I told you
a thousand times you're...

But I was married to Dave then.

And being another man's wife

is more desirable,

more exciting.

Oh, I want you more
now than ever.

I can't marry you, Thorne.

Now, just a minute.

Not if it means
staying in Warburg.

Meg, I've told you,

everything I have is here.

The bank, the ranch, everything.

Sell out. I can't.

Look, look, Mother still has

something to say
about the business.

She'd never agree.

I'd lose everything.

Meg...

I can't leave this town.

And I can't stay.

Good people of this town
have never forgotten

that I was nothing
but a dance hall girl

before I married Dave,

and being Mrs. Thorne Whitman

isn't gonna change anything

any more than being
Mrs. Dave Prescott did.

I'm leaving Warburg.

I don't know where I'm going
or how I'll get there,

but I am leaving.

Jim.

Oh, Jim.

Oh, I was wondering
if you'd come.

I'm just sorry I was late.

I was on an assignment
for Wells Fargo

and I didn't hear
about Dave's death

till I got back
in San Francisco.

Well, thanks
for coming at all Jim.

You know I would.

I hoped you would.

Oh, Thorne.

Jim, this is Thorne Whitman.

Thorne, Jim Hardie.

Glad to know you, Mr. Hardie.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Meg has mentioned you.

Well, I'd better be

getting back to the office.

I'll stop by this evening Meg.

Well, all right, Thorne.

Mr. Hardie.

Good day.

I saw a Whitman Bank
as I came through town.

Is he any relation?

He is the Whitman Bank
since his father died.

Come on inside, Jim.

You're probably tired out

after that long ride.

Yeah, a little bit.

Oh, Jim, it's so good
to see you.

I've been so lonely,

so miserable.

I can imagine.
How long has it been now,

four weeks since
Dave was killed?

And what are they
doing about it?

Is anybody trying to find out

who killed him?

No.

No one is going to.

Why not?

Oh, Jim, you know
what kind of a town

this used to be.

Like any other town
along the cattle trail.

Well, the people decided

they wanted it that way again.

It was wild,
but it was profitable.

Well, Dave stood in their way.

So they got rid of him.

It's not that easy.

Isn't it? Dave is dead.

Well, I'm not.

Well, it is my job,

Dave was a friend of mine.

I wanna know who killed him.

Jim forget it.
It's not worth it.

Dave isn't worth it?

Well, that's not what I meant.

I mean, you can't
bring him back.

I was thinking of you.

Why should you risk your life?

I'll be all right.

But you don't know Judd Sellers.

No, I don't. Who is he?

Well, he's a man
I worked for once.

That doesn't answer my question,
does it?

He owns the only saloon

left in town
after Dave got through.

He's also spokesman
for the group

that's turning Warburg

back into what it used to be.

And when Judd Sellers speaks,

he's got a hired killer,

Von Becker, standing by

just to make sure
that everybody listens.

Even the new marshal?

The new marshal?

Have you seen the new marshal

handpicked by Mr. Sellers?

No, I haven't. Who is he?

Some old fool, a drifter,

trapper, prospector.

Nobody seems to know exactly

who he is or where he came from,

but he's apparently
a good friend of Mr. Sellers.

Does he have a name?

Uh-hmm. His name is Cather.

Wade Cather?

Yeah, do you know him?

Yeah.

No, you don't have to worry none

about Jim Hardie, Becker.

You neither, Mr. Sellers.

You know Jim Hardie?

Well enough to know
how to handle him.

Now, as town marshal,

I am here to keep the peace

and with the help
of old King David here,

I aim to do just that.

No, sir, the way I see it

if anybody is gonna
get Prescott's killer,

it's up to me.

Being the law and all.

Becker? Hardie.

Judd Sellers. Jim Hardie.

Mr. Prescott was
a friend of mine.

So I hear?

So now we understand each other.

Cather can't handle him.

Are you sure you can?

The town needed a marshal

and I needed a job,
so here I am.

Gee, I knew Sellers up
in Ragtown

but now that he's sort
of running Warburg

and he knew that I'd...

You'd take orders?
I make 50 a month,

and the meals,
and a place to sleep

as long as there's
an empty cell back there,

and that's all
I'm interested in.

And it doesn't bother you
that you're taking

the place of a man
who was murdered

just because he wouldn't
knuckle under to Sellers?

Oh, I suppose I would have,

if I let my mind dwell
on it. But you don't?

Mr. Hardie, last time I
saw you I got $2,500 reward

for helping find that
Wells Fargo money.

That's $2,500,

more money than
I ever had in my life.

Of course, I invested it wisely.

Wisely?

By buying a map showing where

Jean Lafitte's hidden
treasure was buried.

You call that investing wisely?

Well, how was I to know
that skunker

turned out to be
a liar and a thief.

Now, you listen to me,
Mr. Hardie,

times is bad and jobs is scarce,

and there comes a time
in a man's life

when he's got to decide
between what he thinks

or whether he eats,

of course, it don't mean
I hold with murder.

You know me better than that.

I thought I did.

Like the same time
I'm not wanting to butt my head

against a stone wall.

Well, Judd Sellers
doesn't look like

a stone wall to me. Oh,

what about that gunfighter

he's got working with him.

What does he look like, huh?

That Von Becker?

Von Becker, he's fast mind you.

He's faster even than you maybe.

I mean, no offense now.

Mr. Hardie,

I like you.

You know I do.

You've done me some good turns
in times past and...

now I hope you let me repay you

by taking my advice.

And getting out of town, huh?

All right, Wade,

I'm gonna take your advice.

I'm gonna leave town,

just as fast as I find out

who murdered Dave Prescott.

You're very quiet
this evening, Jim.

I suppose I am.

I'm sorry.

Can I ask you something, Meg?

What?

You weren't in love
with Dave, were you?

Why do you ask?

Were you?

No.

Not at the end.

Maybe for a long time
after that too.

Maybe I never was.

Then why did you marry him?

We all have to make choices
along the way, Jim.

At the time, it was between...

marrying Dave and...

going on being
just a dance hall girl.

If I could have seen
into the future,

if I could have just known
that I was going to...

Going to...

Gonna what?

Meet you.

Get upstairs.

Where are you going?

Going into town.

No Jim, not after
what happened last night.

Jim please
take me away from here.

If anything should happen
to happen to you, I...

You'd still have Thorne Whitman.

I forgot to tell you,
he came by to see me yesterday

while you were in town.

What did he say?

He didn't say much of anything,

but he hinted a lot of things.

He's a liar. Is he?

Yes.

Oh, he hasn't let me alone

since he came back from the east

after his father died.

He knew me
before I married Dave.

He knew what I'd been and...

never let me forget it.

He used it as an excuse
to keep from marrying me.

What would the town
think of Thorne Whitman

marrying a former
dance hall girl

he used to see?

That's why I have got
to get away, Jim.

As long as I stay here,

I'll always have
a Thorne Whitman

or somebody to remind me
of what I was.

Oh, Jim...

I meant what I said last night.

Give me a chance to prove it.

I could teach you to love me.

You know I could.

We'll have to talk
about it later.

I've got to go to town.

JIM: I wanna return that
to you Cather.

Don't try to deny
that it came from this.

King David's probably
the only rifle

within 500 miles from here

that can fire a slug that size.

Now, I wanna know
what you're up to.

I know you didn't
intend to kill me.

If I did you'd be dead.

Did you really think
you could scare me out of town?

Well, I figured it would be worth
a try. Why? Because of money?

Because of that badge? No.

You're no saint,

but it's gonna take
more than money

to turn you into an errand
boy for a man like Judd Sellers.

Now, I wanna know what you're
up to and I want the truth.

Mr. Hardie, why don't you just get on
your horse go home... Answer my question!

All right. All right.

I will.
You just simmer down now.

For one thing,
I'm trying to keep you

from going up against
Von Becker there

and maybe getting
yourself killed.

That's one reason.
Now, give me another one.

No.

Well...

Because I'm trying to do
the same thing as you,

find out who killed
Dave Prescott,

because I knew Prescott.

When? Where?

Well, close to 15 years ago
it is now,

before he turned lawman,
before he got married,

before even you knew him maybe.

He was up
in the Monastery Mountains.

That's right, he was up there

quite a few years ago.

Yeah, well, I was up there
working a claim too,

and I did middling well,

got close to $1,500 in gold,

and mind you, I was on my way

to Abbott City
when my horse shied.

That's something I don't know
what it was, and through me

and I rolled down
couple of hundred yards

to the bottom of the canyon,

and I laid there crushed,
mind you Hardie,

crushed my head and my...

And my right leg, and my ribs...

You should
have seen them ribs, now.

Go ahead with your story.

Oh, yeah. Well, anyways,

I laid there for two days

and then Dave Prescott
come along and he found me.

You get this, I was a
total stranger to that man.

He could have taken my gold,

left me there to die,

and nobody would be the wiser

but you know
something, he didn't.

He took me to his cabin,
he looked after me

till I got back on my feet.

And when I offered
to share my poke with him?

He looked like I'd
out-and-out insulted him.

You know something,
that is the only time

I ever saw that man,

but I never forgot him.

And when I learned that he
had been bushwhacked here...

You came in here
and took his job.

Figuring that if I could get
close to Judd Sellers,

I could get the names
of the killers.

But you haven't got
that close yet, huh?

Well, Sellers said
he didn't have

anything to do with
the killing. I don't know,

maybe he didn't.

I don't think he's got
the nerve to shoot anybody

and even in the back.

That doesn't keep him from
hiring somebody to do it though.

Oh no, not Von Becker.
I didn't say Von Becker.

He's still too proud of the fact
that he's a gunfighter

to shoot anybody in the back.
But he'll come to tell,

I just don't think he's arrived
to that point, you know.

No, he's a long way
from there Mr. Hardie,

but if you stay here in Warburg,

Sellers is gonna
sent him after you,

so I'd be much obliged,

I beg to please let me
handle this my own way.

Doesn't Wells Fargo need you
in San Francisco,

or Denver, or Salt
Lake City? No.

Now why is Sellers so
interested in getting rid of me?

He must know
I don't have any proof

connecting to him
to the murder of Dave,

and if he didn't have
anything to do with it,

what possible difference
could it make

whether I left or stayed?

Beats me.

Maybe we can find out. How?

I want you take a message
over to him.

You go over there
and you tell him...

Tell him I'm leaving here
the first thing in the morning.

Don't let anybody else hear you.

Tell him I'm going to Denver

and Meg Prescott's
going with me.

We're gonna be married up there.

Well, now why would Sellers
care about that?

Well, it'd be surprising
to learn

what he cares about
and what he doesn't.

You go and tell him.

Married?

How did he take the news?

For a man who's been
so itchy to have you leave

didn't seem too happy
to hear you was going.

Especially when I told him

Mrs. Prescott
was leaving with you.

Get a load of this.

I want you to do
one more thing for me.

Yeah. Get over
to telegraph office

and get this message
off right away.

Manager of Palace Hotel
Wickville...

Mr. Hardie,

old King David and I would
like to know just one thing.

What are you up to?

There's no time
to tell you right now.

I'll tell you a little later.

Come in.

Get Hardie.

Come in.

Oh...

Good evening, ma'am.

What do you want?

Well, I come here
to see Jim Hardie.

Oh, he's out in the bunkhouse.

Oh, right.

Sorry, right after
Cather, you got it?

Oh, yeah, I got
the answer right here.

Here it is.

Something wrong, Jim?

I'm not sure yet.

Let's go. Yeah.

Hardie?

Hey,

you go on inside now Von.

Go on.

Now, looky here.

I'm the law here...

Let me take care of this.

Get on back out of the way.

JIM: We've got no
quarrel, Becker.

All I want is the man
that killed Dave Prescott.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

He hired your gun.

I work for Judd Sellers.

And he worked
for Thorne Whitman.

That's his business.

Lucky for you,
I happened to see him up there.

Dead.

Oh, no.

I aimed for his left shoulder

and that's where I got him,
you see.

He broke his neck when he fell.

You didn't kill him.

Oh, well,

that makes me feel
somewhat better.

Because like I said, Mr. Hardie,

I never killed a man.

I know.

I owed him money.
I had to do what he asked.

But I didn't know
he killed Prescott.

All I know is
he wanted you out of town

because he didn't like you
hanging around Meg Prescott.

I knew you wouldn't leave
without me.

Be ready in a minute.

I'm afraid it's not quite
that simple, Meg.

You told me that Thorne Whitman

was in Palace Hotel at Wickville

when Dave was killed.

According to the telegram I got,

he wasn't, and you knew it.

I don't know what you mean.

You also knew
that he was responsible

for having Dave killed. No.

You knew because you tried
to make him believe

you were in love
with him just like

you're trying to make me
believe it now.

This is different, Jim.
I swear it.

I never encouraged Thorne.

In the beginning
perhaps maybe you didn't

encourage him,
but certainly at the end

he didn't have to run very far

or fast to catch you.

Don't talk like that, Jim.

Even when I was married to Dave

it was always you.

Oh, please, Jim,
I can't stay in this town.

Running away is not going
to solve anything either,

because wherever you go
you're gonna have

to live with yourself.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Meg.

Do you mind if I ride
along with you a spell?

Well, I'm headed north.

One direction is good
as another.

Yeah.