All language subtitles for The John Lebec Story

This was
Saint Joseph, Missouri...

Jump-off point
for the wagon trains

heading west across
the Overland Trail.

Like all the outfitting
towns along the river,

she was really booming.

My name is Flint McCullough.

I scout for the Adams outfit.

And I was a couple of days
late getting into Saint Joe.

She'd sure grown
since I saw her last.

I'd found out from one of
the members of the train

where they'd set up the camp.

You headed west, too?

Seems like everybody and
his brother's on the move.

Yeah, the grass was
comin' up good

along the Platte.

Just a long haul to California.

Ain't just across the street.

You'll want to
watch out for you hair.

Last year was one of the
worst for Indian trouble.

MAN: Bartender!

Be right there.

Frenchman,
I think you're bluffin'.

You and that $10
you came in here with...

You pushed it pretty far.

But now I'm closin' you out.

Call.

And I raise you 200.

Well, mister... you playin'?

Or ain't you got the 200?

A fiddle?

This is a signed Stradivarius.

General Lucius Claiborne
bought it in Italy.

He paid $5,000 for it.

Well, it might be worth it
in Italy, but not in Saint Joe.

Let's see some money.

You will have to
excuse me a moment.

Those cards stay on the table.

Certainly.

Excuse me.

Do you know who would let
me have $200 for a moment...

against this?

Only one man I know who could.

That's Mr. Mark Hammond...
His father.

That's him yonder
readin' a paper.

He owns this place, the bank,

and nearly all the rest
of Saint Joe.

Thank you.

Mr. Hammond?

I would like to
borrow some money...

against this.

I buy, I don't lend.

How much?

Professor?

What about this?

This is a beautiful
instrument, Mr. Hammond.

As fine as I have ever seen.

How can you even think
of selling it?

I can't afford
to throw in my hand.

How much does he need?

BILL: 200.

He's in. I'll buy it.

But, Mr. Hammond,
the violin is...

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

What do you have?

Three ladies.

Just a moment.

Full house.

I hope you will consider

selling the violin
back to me, Mr. Hammond.

I'll give you... $300.

Don't do it, Pa. You heard
him say it was worth 5,000.

I think we'll keep it.

As you wish.

And don't try bottom-dealing
around here again.

Are you suggesting that I...

I'm sayin' it, Frenchman.

You should teach your son
better manners, Mr. Hammond.

Get your hands off that gun.

Go back there
and tell Chuck Wooster

I said give you some.

Hey, Mr. Pettinger,

where'd you get
this here old mule?

Right here in Saint Joe,
Major Adams.

The man that sold it to me
swore up and down

he was prime stock.

He's blind as a bat
in this here eye.

What do I do know?

You paid for him yet? Yeah.

Well, ain't much you can do

except hitch him
on the near side.

And you got a wheel
I don't like.

Looks kind of weak. Better
put another one on there.

I ain't got another one.

You ain't got...

Mr. Pettinger, if you'd
have read the articles

of this wagon train
when you signed them,

you'd find out that I pass on every
piece of equipment before we roll.

Now, you get yourself a
spare wheel before you roll.

Yes, sir.

Major Adams?

Hello, Mr. LeBec.

Is this the correct
amount, Major?

That's just right.

That puts you in the
wagon train, Mr. LeBec.

When do we leave?

Just as soon as we
can get our stock

and the rest of the supplies
out of Mr. Hammond.

Heh. Seems like Mr. Hammond

deals in practically
everything, eh?

He does, pretty near.
This is his town...

Make no mistake about that.

I've met the gentleman.
Major, we'll be ready.

Oh, say. How many in your party?

There are three of us.

Oh, your family, I suppose?

No, no, I am escorting
Miss Mary Lee Claiborne

to California.

Oh, is she some kin of yours?

She has no kin left,

except an aunt in San Francisco.

But Miss Claiborne is not
traveling alone with me, Major.

She has her serving woman.

Well, you don't need to
get so touch about it.

Hey, what are you... French?

My people have been
in New Orleans since 1710,

if that goes back
far enough for you.

Oh, Creole, huh?

And a Johnny Reb,
I betcha! Ha ha ha!

I thought the war was over.

Well, you don't act much
like it. I was just gonna say

that I ran into some of your
Louisiana boys at Cold Harbor.

And I want to tell you,
they gave us a tussle!

Thank you, Major.

I can return the compliment.

You know, it's a
small world, ain't it?

Oh, say, I forgot to get
you to sign these papers.

It says here that you agree

to abide by the rules
of the company

and go along with the
orders of the wagon master...

That's me.

Mm-hmm. Where do I sign?

Don't you want
to read 'em first?

I like to accept a man's word...

until I have reason not to.

All right. Welcome to
our company, Mr. LeBec.

Thank you.

Jean? I've been lookin'
all over for you.

Your violin is gone.

This is Major Adams.
Miss Claiborne.

How do you do, ma'am?

It's sure gonna be a pleasure

to have you on this crossing.

Thank you, Major. I'm not
sure we've got enough money...

Oh, don't you worry about that.

Mr. LeBec here has
taken care of it. All paid for.

Where'd you get the money?

I won it in a card game.

You sold the violin!

Is there anything else you
wanted to discuss, Major Adams?

No, not that I can think of.

In that case, you will
excuse us, won't you?

Sure, sure thing.

Morning, Seth. Morning, Mark.

Ready to deal?

Well, I've been waitin' for you.

Pick it out...
Horses, mules, oxen.

All in the pen there.
Just name in.

Aw, come on, now, Mark.
Where's your good stuff?

Why, these culls here looks like
they're ready for the bone yard.

You're not gonna try
and beat the price

by runnin' down my
stock, are you, Seth?

You know there's none
better on the river.

Oh, Mark. Look at that
little bay mare there.

She'd take one look
at one of my wagons,

and she'd drop dead
in the traces.

Oh, I don't know.
From where I'm sittin',

she looks pretty sound.

MAJOR: McCullough, you're late!

You should've been
here two days ago.

Doesn't look like
I kept you waitin' any.

You're nowhere near
gettin' underway

if you're still
haggling over stock.

McCullough... McCullough...

I've heard that name before.

I'm Mark Hammond.

I reckon I've heard of you, too.

I figured I'd ride on into town.

I want to take a look at it.

I'll see you at
the camp at 3:00 sharp.

I'll try not to be late.

Heh. Pretty ringy, isn't he?

You might have a tough time
breaking in that young colt.

Oh, we'll get along all right.

I like 'em spunky. Heh heh.

Let's get to these
culls of yours.

Come on, Mark.

I understand a gentleman
sold a violin in here.

I wonder if you could tell
me who purchased it, please.

Oh, yes, ma'am.
That was Mr. Hammond.

But, miss, you oughtn't to
be in a place like this.

Now, don't go scaring the lady.

I'm Bill Hammond.

What about that fiddle?

Would you consider selling it?

Well, that depends.
It's worth a lot of money.

So is this.

Hmm. Pretty fancy.

It was my mother's... made
especially for her in Paris.

Could be, but what
would I want with it?

You could sell it
much easier than a violin.

I don't know.
I was kind of thinking

I might like to learn to
play that thing myself.

Dave, could you picture
me sawin' on that fiddle,

callin' the squares?

That'd be something.

This is nothing to
joke about, Mr. Hammond.

Why are you so anxious
to get that fiddle?

Because Mr. LeBec only
sold it to pay my passage west,

and he had no right to do it.

The Frenchman?

You mean it wasn't his to sell?

Well, of course it was, but...

I'm listening.

Well, that violin is...

It's not just a piece of wood.

Why, it's his whole life.

It's what he is.

Funny. He didn't
seem to care much

when he threw it in the pot.

No, but he does.

It's only because
he was away at war

for four long years.

And when he tried to play again,

some of the magic was
gone out of his fingers.

Oh, I wish I could
make you understand.

You're kind of batty over
that foreigner, aren't you?

Just tell me what you want
for the violin.

Well, we just might
strike a bargain...

if you're so anxious.

Let me go! That's no way to act!

Leave her alone.

You man enough to make me?

You ain't goin'
yet. I'll handle this.

I should've taken care
of you before.

Now, get set to draw.

He has no gun!
Pat, give him yours.

Wait a minute, Bill...

I said give it to him!

Don't touch it, Jean.

Go back to the camp,
Mary Lee, please.

Won't somebody stop them?!

You scared, Frenchman?

My old man ain't here
this time to call me off.

Come on, you
bottom-dealing fiddle player!

Give me the gun.

Hold it, mister.

He shot Bill. He murdered him.

It's a fair fight.

That's right, Choate.
The man only fired

after Bill shot first.

Well, Marshal, if you
gotta have it legal,

maybe we'd better
send him to a jury.

I'm ready.

Wait a minute.

From what I hear, anybody that
crosses a Hammond in this town

is not gonna get a fair trial.

If the Marshal here says
it was self-defense,

that ought to be
enough for anybody.

Ain't you even gonna hold him?

No, the man's right.

And I want no trouble
from you, Choate.

I'm sorry, Jean.
It was all my fault.

It's all right, Mary Lee.

Don't think you've heard
the last of this.

Wait till Mr. Hammond
learns about it.

Just wait.

Well, hello, Mark. What
are you doin' out here?

Seth, my boy was shot.

He's dead.

What?

How'd it happen?

Murdered.

Shot by someone in your train.

Oh, I'm real sorry, Mark.

Who done it? You know his name?

I've seen him. He's a Frenchman.

A fiddle player.

LeBec?

He shot my boy down
in cold blood.

MAJOR: Are you sure?

I was there. I saw him do it.

Wooster! Yes, sir.

Go get LeBec! Right, Major.

Mark, I've been friends
with you too long

to try to say how I feel.

But I'm real sorry.

After Martha died,

he was all I had left.

All I did, everything
I ever built,

was for him.

MAJOR: I know, Mark.

I know exactly how you feel.

You wanted to see me, Major?

Mr. Hammond here
wants to talk to you.

You killed my son.

I am sorry he's dead,
Mr. Hammond, but...

any man has a right
to defend himself.

Choate up here tells it
a little different.

Well, then he's lying.

I don't lie. All right, Choat.

LeBec, I don't hold with
killers in my wagon train.

But I'm willing to hear
your side of it.

All I can tell you
is what happened.

Bill Hammond took a shot at me,

and I fired back.

Did Bill shoot first?

He sure did.

MAJOR: Were you there?
Did you see it?

Yeah, I saw it.

It's still
the Frenchman's fault.

Bill was just having
himself a little fun.

The Marshal didn't think so.

Marshal? You didn't tell me
the Marshal was there.

I don't care whether the
Marshal was there or not.

This man murdered my son, and
I aim to see that he hangs for it.

Well, I'm sorry, Mark,

but I think I'd like to hear
both sides of this story.

You turnin' against me?

You ought to know
better than that.

I'm not arguin', Seth,
I'm tellin' you!

Either you turn
this man over to me,

or none of your wagons
leave Saint Joe.

Mark, I know you're a
big man here in this town,

but you ain't that big.

Just try me and see.

Hyah!

I think you'll find
everything there.

A man needs his right
smart bit of supplies

taking his family on
a long trip like this.

Costs plenty.

Oh, and, uh...

throw in a couple of
sticks of that striped candy.

I'm afraid I can't
fill the order.

Not till Mr. Hammond says so.

Hammond? Does he own
this store, too?

He owns the building.

I'd like to help you.
I just don't dare.

Where else can we go?

You might try Kansas City.

Kansas City?! That's
three days from here!

Just a minute.

No charge.

Did you say you were
with the Adams outfit?

That's right.

Well, take your critter
and get out of here.

Hey, you can't do this.
He'll go lame!

I said go away!

No! Now, wait!

You see that? What's
the matter with him?

What's goin' on here? I
was sittin' in the barber chair,

minding my own business.

Should never have told him
you were with Adams.

Can't blame these people.
It's Hammond.

Closed the whole town to us.

Well, we gotta have supplies.

Nobody's ready to take out yet.

Who'd have thought?

One man could keep a whole
train from rollin'.

That Frenchman.

You lookie here, Mr. LeBec...

You leave that
greasin' job alone.

This ain't no kind of work
for you. Look at your hands.

Never mind my hands.

Why did you let Miss Mary Lee

go into town alone
like that, huh?

You just try and stop her.

That child... there's
no holding her back

when she sets her mind
to somethin'.

I'm sorry, Jean.

I just shouldn't have
gone into that place.

Well, you cannot
help what happened.

Let's leave this train,
get out of this town,

before there's real trouble.

No. I am taking you west,

and this is the only way
we can afford to go.

Oh, Jean... Please, Mary Lee.

Let's not start this
all over again, huh?

Why not? Why must I go to
someone in San Francisco

I hardly know?

She's your aunt.

And the only family
you have now.

I don't think I even
remember what she looks like.

What am I gonna do
up there anyway?

You are going to have
the kind of life

you were brought up to,

the life you were meant for,

the kind your father
would've wanted you to have.

And what about you, Jean?

What have you got
planned for yourself?

Oh, I'll find something...

like a million others
who are in the same boat

now that the fighting is over.

Jean, you absolutely
make me sick!

You don't have to find anything.

You've always had it.

You still think there is
any music left in these?

All right. So you can't
play quite the way you did.

You'll still be
better than most.

You could still touch
the hearts of the people.

Can't I get this through to you?

I'd rather be
a first-rate anything

than a second-rate musician.

Every one of these
people who go west

leaves something behind.

Well, I am leaving music.

Oh, I'll find something.

What, I am not sure, but...

I'll find something.

You know you can't live
without music.

What I can't live with
or without

is no concern of yours,
Mary Lee, or anyone else.

It's my own business.

Then why do you bother
with me at all?

The last time I saw your father,

I gave him my word I'd
see you get to California.

Well, you're forgetting,
Mr. LeBec...

I'm not a child anymore.

And if I can handle myself alone

on the plantation when
the Yankee soldiers came,

I don't need you to
help me find an aunt

in San Francisco.

I owe your father a debt.
I intend to pay it

Well, not this way.

I'm not some kind of an I.O.U.

And if that's
the way you feel...

you're free to go.

Very well.

And I couldn't get anything!

All I can say is, something's
gotta be done about it.

Well, there's the Major!

Let's go talk to him.

Major Adams!

We don't think it's right

that the whole outfit should
suffer because of one man.

We've come here from all over.

We've sold everything...
Our homes, our farms.

We've staked it all
on going west.

You know yourself, Major,
if we don't hit the trail soon,

winter will set in before
we get out of the mountains.

Just a goldarn minute.

Every man jack of you, when
you signed on this wagon train,

got my personal word in writing

that I'd do my level best

to protect your life
and your property.

If I turn LeBec over to
Hammond like you want,

what good is that word?

It ain't worth a continental.

Next time it might be you
I turn my back on.

Or you, Pettinger.
Or you, Kennedy.

You won't have to turn
your back on anyone, Major.

I am sure everyone here
will be relieved to know

I've decided to leave the train.

MAJOR: Listen,
if you're pullin' out

on account of somethin'
you heard here...

No, no, my reasons
are purely personal.

Whatever's in your mind,
I don't know,

but I want you to remember
that I didn't ask you to do this.

I know that, Major,
and I appreciate it.

But I have nothing
to keep me here now,

and I don't want to jeopardize
the lives of the others.

Well, does that satisfy you?

May I see you alone?

Sure, let's go over to my wagon.

These goldarn civilians...

There's no dealin' with them.

Why, when the Major and
me was in the Army together,

we'd have court-marshaled
the lot of them.

What you got
in this stew, Wooster?

Rabbit. Why?

Tastes like somethin' I ate
in a Cheyenne Village.

Yeah, what was that?
Boiled rattlesnake.

I want you to know I was the
best cook in the whole company.

You don't believe me,
you just ask the Major.

You was what? Cook.

Heh heh. Never mind.

Go take a look at
my horse, will you?

I think he's got a loose
shoe on the right front foot.

Hi, LeBec.

Where's Miss Claiborne?

They're leavin' us.

That's what I wanted to
talk to you about, Major.

Go ahead, you can
talk in front of him.

I would like to arrange with you

for Miss Claiborne
to go on to California.

Alone, with just
that servant woman?

I thought perhaps you could
find someone who could drive her.

What about you?

Where do you think
you'll be going?

Oh, I don't know yet.

It doesn't matter, really.

It matters to Mark Hammond.

The minute you leave this camp,

his men are gonna
grab you and hang you.

Take a look.

They started drifting in
about an hour ago.

He's got 'em spotted
all over the place.

I never figured Mark Hammond
to go that far.

He must be out of his head.

Well, I suppose you've got
your reasons for wantin' to leave,

but there's just no sense in
you stickin' your neck in a noose.

That's a risk I'll have to take.

All I want to know is, will
you see that Miss Claiborne

gets safely to California?

That I'll do.
But if you're gonna get away,

we ought to at least figure
out how you're gonna do it.

What do you suggest?

I got an idea, Major.

Shoot.

Here we are. Here's the river.

And here's Kansas.

Now, Hammond may have
a pretty long arm,

but it doesn't reach that far.

They're liable to figure that
you'd try something like this,

so I suggest that we wait
around until after dark,

and then...

make the move.

What do you mean, "we"?

Why should become
involved in this?

If I can get you
out of here, LeBec,

Hammond won't have any reason
to hold up the train.

And helping to keep
that wagons rolling...

That's what I get paid
for, right, Major? Right.

You're not very good at lying.

Either one of you.

But I would be very
foolish if I refused.

All right, McCullough,

I am grateful for your company.

What'll we do
without you, Mr. Jean?

It just won't be the same.

I will miss you, too,
Granny Simms.

Will you give this to Mary Lee?

And, uh...

here is a little money.

Buy yourself a nice,
pretty shawl

when you get to San Francisco.

Thank you, Mr. Jean.

You've got to take
good care of her.

I'm counting on you.

MARY LEE: Jean?

All right. Don't you worry.

I'll take good care of her.

Hello.

Were you going to leave
without even saying a word?

I thought we both said
all there was to say.

I'm sorry for what I did say.

Why? You were perfectly right.

For some reason,
I always kept forgetting

that you are a grown woman now.

You don't need anyone...

Don't go, please.

But I have made all the
arrangements with Major Adams.

He promised to take care
of everything,

and he will.

What is it you can't face?

What is it that you're
really running away from?

You know perfectly well
why I have to leave.

As long as I remain here,

all these people will
suffer needlessly

for something that I did.

Surely you understand
that I can't allow this to go on.

You're lying.

And you know you are.

But if that's
the way you want it...

LeBec... you ready?

Yes.

It seems quiet enough.

I had Wooster spot
a couple of horses

down on the draw for you there.

Just follow it on out, it
leads right to the river.

Thank you, Major Adams...
for everything.

Guess you'd better
take this with you.

You might need it.

I'll be back, Major.

Keep your eyes open.

I'll keep you covered from here.

They'll be watching
the river here,

so we'll make the
crossing further south.

Did you hear that?

That could be
the Frenchman. Come on.

We'll cross the river right here

before they realize
they made their mistake.

You know how to swim?

Not a stroke.

Well, your horse does. Come on.

Good morning, Mark.

Kind of early for
that stuff, ain't it?

What do you want here?

Just came in to tell you
you can call off your war.

LeBec's gone.

What do you mean?

Pulled out sometime
during the night.

You're lyin'.

Well, you can come
and search my wagons,

or anything you want to.

He couldn't have gotten
past Dave Choate.

Unless you helped him.

Is this your doing, Seth?

What difference does it make?

The man's gone, Mark.

Seth, you made a mistake

if you thought
you could outfox me.

I'm gonna make you sorrier

than you've ever been
in your life.

You and everybody else
in that wagon train!

This is my town!

And I'm gonna keep you
here till you rot.

Mark, I told you I was sorry

when you lost your boy,
and I meant it.

But come to your senses,
will you?

There's a lot of innocent
people in that wagon train.

They done nothin' to you.

They killed my son!

LeBec killed your son.

I see there's no use
talkin' to you now.

But you listen to me,
Mark Hammond.

I'm pullin' my wagon train
out of here.

We're comin' in to get
our stock and supplies

and we're leavin'.

Even if I have to shoot
my way out, we're leavin'.

Whoa.

My hunch was right.

I figured they crossed
last night.

Well, they can't be too far.

The blood on this thing
is still fresh.

Anything else you'll
be needing, mister?

No, I don't think so.

Just holler if you do.
I'll be outside.

Thanks.

Why didn't you tell me
that you got nicked?

It didn't seem
worth bothering with.

Doesn't seem
to matter much to you

whether you live or die.

Didn't you ever have the feeling

that it didn't make
too much difference?

Heh heh. No, sir, not me.

It seems to me I spent
most of my life

trying to stay alive.

But, then, I never let
myself get all tied up in knots

over a woman, either.

Oh, that's what
you think my trouble is?

Uh-huh.

You can tell yourself
if you want to

that it's not
playing the violin.

The thing that's eating
you is Mary Lee Claiborne.

If you don't mind, McCullough,

I'd rather we talked
about something else.

You know, I like you, LeBec.

You're as game as they come.

You're not afraid of anything.

Except maybe
facing up to the truth.

A lot you know.

I have done nothing else,

from the time I got
out of the Army.

And you still say
you don't love her?

Certainly I love her.

I have been in love with her

since I was 12,

when my father first
took me to their house

to let the general hear me play.

We never had much money.

My father was a musician
at the New Orleans Opera.

But when I saw
the general's house...

An impression like that

stays with you for
a long time, McCullough.

The servants,
the polished floors,

the gilded mirrors.

And the little girl...

dressed in pink.

The general loved music,

and when my father died,
he took me in.

He sent me to Rome to study.

I always knew I had
no right to hope.

But I was in love.

I dreamed of returning someday...

A great musician,
rich and famous...

And ask her to marry me.

Well, the war took care of that.

The war took care
of a lot of things.

Including the floors
and the mirrors.

Oh, I'm not giving up,
McCullough.

There are other ways
to earn a living

besides music, you know.

And when I have found one...

Look, what if she
doesn't give a hoot?

What if she just loves you...

just the way you are?

All the more reason why
I should get out of her life.

I hope you know what
you're doing, LeBec.

Not a sound out of you.

We know they're here.
We found their horses.

Are they inside?

Tell them to come out.

Feel better?

Fine, thank you.

FARMER: Hey! Will you
lend me a hand for a minute?

Be right out!

If you think Hammond's
gonna let that train roll

'cause you got away...

you don't know Mark Hammond.

I don't think there's
much you can do for him,

but you might try and help him.

Well, your way
is clear now, LeBec.

Are you going straight
back to town?

Yeah. If Choate here
is right about Hammond,

the Major's apt
to have some trouble.

Good luck to you, LeBec.

McCullough. Yeah?

I'd like to come along,
if you don't mind.

What for?

Would you go on

if you knew that
all those people

might never get west
because of you?

Let's ride.

I think you men know that
I've given Mark Hammond

every chance to back down
if he was gonna do it.

I'm not a man of violence.

But I think the time has come
for a showdown

if we're gonna get this wagon
train rollin'. Are you with me?

ALL: Yeah!

Go get your guns,

and we'll go get our supplies.
Hurry it up.

Just what do you think
you're doin', Major?

If Mark Hammond does
close this town to us,

my people can't buy a thing.

We don't get our supplies
and get on the trail,

we'll never get across the
mountains till the snow flies.

Now, I mean to pull my wagon
train out of here tomorrow morning,

and nobody's gonna stop me.

Neither you nor Hammond.

I'd sure like
to be on your side.

But I gotta be against you
if you're gonna use force.

You heard him, Seth.

I heard.

But you're the one
that caused this, Mark.

You're the one man
that can stop it.

If you don't, there's gonna
be a lot of bloodshed here.

And it'll be on your hands.

I wouldn't try anything
if I were you.

Better have a look around.

I would be within my
rights, wouldn't I, Marshal?

A man's got the right
to protect his property.

You know that, Major.

You're whipped, Seth.

You've got just one minute

to get your men
and get out of here.

I am the man you want,
Mr. Hammond.

You have nothing
against these people.

Is this some kind of a trick?

All I am asking is that you let
them have the things they need.

Are you that anxious
to get hanged?

Well, Mr. Hammond? Is it a deal?

All right, Seth. Get your stuff

and get out of town.

Now, wait a minute, LeBec.

You know what you're
headin' into, don't you?

Do it my way, Major. Please.

A lot of people
can get hurt here.

You don't want that to happen

any more than I do.

He's right, Major.

Mark, this ain't
my last trip to Saint Joe.

When I get back here, if I
find LeBec didn't get a fair trial,

you're gonna answer to me.

And that goes
for you, too, Marshal.

Don't worry.
He'll have his trial.

Go ahead, men.
Get your supplies.

Well, if it isn't
the little old Marshal.

Sit down, have a drink.

No, thanks. There's
the keys to the jail.

There's my badge.

What's the matter with you?

I did everything
according to the law.

That killer had a fair trial.

Twelve good men and true
found him guilty.

You know what kind of
a trial that was.

The jury could hardly wait

to bring in the verdict
you wanted.

If that's justice,
I want no part of it.

But before I go,

I don't mind tellin' you
that someday...

somebody's gonna get
the truth through to you.

Adams, McCullough, me...

We can't all be wrong.

And that fella LeBec...

He's got honor.

Which is more than I can say

about anybody else that
comes from this town.

Good riddance.

I don't know why
I kept him around

as long as I did.

What'd you stop for, Professor?

Come on! Let's have a tune.

Or don't you think I should
hang the murderer, either?

Hey, Pat!

What about this empty bottle?

What's the matter with you?

Now what?

I believe there's
someone to see you.

Who?

Mr. Hammond?

I, uh...

It's because of me that
your son was killed.

You came over here
to tell me that?

It wasn't Jean's fault
that any of this happened.

He killed my son.

Did you ever lose someone

you'd lived your whole life for?

You know what that means?

Yes, Mr. Hammond.

I know what that means.

And I may know soon again.

That's why I don't want
you to kill an innocent man.

Don't tell me he's innocent!
He's guilty!

You're trying awfully hard

to convince yourself
of that, aren't you?

Get this woman out of here!
I don't want to talk to her.

You'd better go, miss.

I will, I'll go.

They didn't allow me
to see Jean.

And I wondered if you'd
tell him that...

That I always loved him.

Get out!

It's eatin' you, isn't it?

You know it is.

Aw, I shouldn't
have let him do it.

I knew what kind of
a trial he'd get.

It's the only thing
you could do, Major.

The whole outfit would've
got shot up out in that street.

If I didn't have to answer
to their wives and kids,

I'd round up some of
our men and go get him.

Major?

Sometimes a lot of men just
get in each other's way.

You figure we could pull
this off... just the two of us?

Only one way to find out.

Well, come on.

HAMMOND: You hear those
hammers, Frenchman?

They're building
a gallows for you.

Doesn't that bother you any?

I could hear them
just as well in your jail.

You know, I saw your girl.

I liked her.

She reminded me of my wife.

Doesn't it mean anything to you

that you'll never see her again?

When my wife died,

I stayed drunk
for a whole month.

Don't you love this girl?

Don't want to talk, eh?

Well, she didn't mind.

You know what she told me?

What?

Sit down.

It's gonna be
a long time till sunup.

Have a drink.

What did she tell you?

First I want you
to tell me something.

Why'd you give yourself up?

Didn't you know
it'd break her heart?

What's that to you?

Nothin'.

But why would anyone

throw away the love
of a woman like that

for a pack of total strangers?

Is that what she told you?

Why didn't you marry her
when you had the chance?

I had no chance.

When I was in love with my wife,

nothin' would've stopped me.

LeBec...

I've met a lot of fools,

but you take the prize.

They've stopped
the hammering out there.

Do we have to wait till morning?

Take it easy.

You've caused me a lot of grief.

You took the life of my son...

Seth Adams, the best
friend I ever had.

It's all your fault?

I'd give anything, Mr. Hammond,

to undo what's happened.

That can't be done.

Maybe if my wife had
lived a little longer

and hadn't died so young,

things would've been different.

Maybe my boy wouldn't have...

grown up to what he was.

I want you to know
one thing, Mr. Hammond.

I didn't look for
trouble with your son.

You don't have to tell me that.

I already knew it.

Uhh!

What's goin' on here?

Get 'em up, Mark! I mean it!

What the devil
are you doing here?

We want LeBec,
and we want him alive.

Oh, put your guns away, Seth.
That's all been decided.

LeBec! Come on out here!

A couple of your friends
want to be sure

I haven't hanged you.

All right, Seth,
there's your Frenchman.

You can take him
on one condition.

You see that he
marries that girl,

or I will hang him.

You understand what
our life will be like?

What I earn with my two hands

is what we will have.

I never asked for more.

They tell me that California
is a beautiful place.

Mark Hammond wanted you
to have this thing.

Will you thank him
for me, Major?

I sure will.

Well, come on, Major.
Let's get this train rolling!

Don't tell me what to do!

Wagons ho!