All language subtitles for Bad Day At Black Rock 1955.Engilsk

Stopping?

Man, they look woebegone
and faraway.

Oh, I'll only be here 24 hours.

In a place like this,
it could be a lifetime.

- Good luck, Mr. Macreedy.
- Thank you. Thanks very much.

You for Black Rock?

- That's right.
- There must be some mistake.

I'm Hastings,
the telegraph agent.

Nobody told me
this train was stopping.

- They didn't?
- No.

I just told you they didn't.
And they ought to.

What I want to know
is why didn't they?

Maybe they didn't think
it was important.

Important? It's the first
time the streamliner's

stopped here in four years.

Uh, you being met, uh..

You visiting folks or something?

I mean, uh, what do you want?

I want to go to a place
called Adobe Flat.

Are there any cabs available?

- Adobe Flat?
- Yeah.

No cabs.

Hotel open?

Is the hotel open?

Thank you.

Pete, now listen.

A man just got off the train

and asked for Adobe Flat.

Afternoon.

Anything I can do for you?

- You run this hotel?
- No.

Then there's nothing
you can do for me.

Find Smith.

Hello. Like a room.

Uh, we're all filled up.

Uh, have you any idea
where I could...

This is 1945, mister.
There's been a war on.

Uh, ended a couple
of months ago, didn't it?

Yeah... the OPA lingers on.

- You don't know about the OPA?
- No, you tell me.

Well, for establishments
with less than 50 rooms..

Hotelkeeper got
to report regularly

about-about tenants
and, uh... registration.

There are penalties imposed.

You seem to have
lots of vacancies.

Well, as I said..

They're every one
of them locked up.

Some are showrooms..

For, uh, feed salesmen,
cattle buyers.

'The rest, they're spoken for.'

'Rented to cowboys, ranch hands
for when they come into town.'

They pay by the month.

We provide for their
every wish and comfort.

- Do you understand?
- No, not exactly.

But while I'm pondering it

why don't you get
a room ready for me?

That will be a good one.

I'd like to have a bath.
Where is it?

- At the head of the stairs.
- Thank you.

I don't know why
you're so interested

but, uh,
the name is Macreedy, I..

It's all in the ledger.

You look like you need a hand.

John J. Macreedy, Los Angeles.

I want to know
everything he does, Pete.

- Phone calls, mail.
- In the meantime?

In the meantime,
I crowd him a little.

See if he's got
any iron in his blood.

I guess maybe
you're in the wrong room.

You think so?

What else you got on your mind?

Why, nothing else, I guess.

If you had half a mind, boy,
you would have paid attention

to what Pete downstairs said.

He said these rooms here
is for us cowboys.

For our every wish and comfort.

And this one is yours, I guess?

When I'm in town.

And I'm in town,
as any fool can see.

You can see that,
can't you, boy?

Yes, I guess so.

Uh, would you mind if I sort
of got my things together?

Found another room?

Not at all.

But if you really wanted
this room we could maybe

settle your claim
without all this talk.

I believe a man's nothing
unless he stands up

for what's rightfully his.

What do you think?

I guess so.

'You guess so.'

'But you still ain't
claiming this room?'

No, I guess not.

You all the time guessing,
ain't you, boy?

Don't you know anything?

Well, I know that, uh,
ever since I got off the train..

Everybody's been
needling me. Why?

I guess I rightfully don't know.

He walks light
for a big man, doesn't he?

- Who?
- You know who.

What do you think, Doc?

Why ask me?
He's no salesman, that's sure.

Unless he's peddling dynamite.

Maybe he's a cop or something.

You ever see a cop
with a stiff arm?

Maybe his arm's alright.

Maybe he's just hanging on
to something tight

in his pocket.

Like what? A pistol?

A stick of TNT,
so he can blow up

the whole mangy, miserable town?

Why are you so interested, Sam?

If I was that interested, I'd..

I'd ask him.

Hey, wait a minute.

Got any cigarettes?

How long you staying?

Where? In my new room?
I'm staying.

I mean, in the hotel.

Twenty-four hours, why?

Just asking.

Why? Are you gonna
have a convention?

I was just asking.

- Where can I get a car?
- I don't know.

Well, now let's put it this way.

Supposing I had a car

and I wanted some gas

where would I go?

But you don't have a car.

You might try the garage
down at the end of the street.

Thank you.

Here we go again.

This is all I know
about him, Mr. Smith.

Sit down, Coley.

- I was only...
- Sit down.

Real cool guy.

Doesn't push easy, huh?

Well, that's it. That's just it.

He pushes too easy.

- You know, maybe we ought...
- What do you want, Doc?

Nothing, I was just wondering
what all you people

are worrying about.

Not that I have
the slightest idea.

You wonder too much
and you talk too much.

It's a bad parlay, Doc.

I hold no truck with silence.
I've got nothing to hide.

- What are you trying to say?
- Nothing, man.

It's just that you
worry about the stranger

only if you look at him
from a certain aspect.

How do you look at him, Doc?

With the innocence
of a fresh-laid egg.

Keep it up, Doc.
Make bad jokes. Be funny.

Someday I'll have Coley
wash your mouth out with lye.

I called the Circle T.

He ain't got business there

not if they don't know him.

Right, Mr. Smith?

Send a wire to Nick Gandi
in Los Angeles.

Tell him to find out everything
he can about John J. Macreedy.

What was that?

Nick Gandi, Los Angeles.

'Tell him I wanna know fast.'

- Sign my name.
- Who was that?

Nick Gandi. G-A-N-D-I.

Blake Hotel.
You get the rest of it?

- Yes, sir.
- Alright. Sign my name.

Who's Gandi?

Private detective.

I drive to LA now and then.

This guy Gandi
can get us the dope, right?

He can get us anything we want
for 20 bucks a day and expenses.

Don't get too nervous
too fast, Hector.

It's just that I don't like it.

'Maybe he's
just passing through.'

Yeah, don't bet on it.
He can mean only trouble.

Hector, you're jumpy
as a stall horse.

Well, you oughta see him.
Talk to him.

About what?
What will I talk to him about?

The birds, the bees,
the, uh, crops, the weather?

You tried it. What'd it get you?

It's just, I thought that..

You just thought.

Well, what'll we do?

What'll you do? You'll wait.

Just like Pete here.
That right, Pete?

And that's all you'll do.

And while you wait,
I'll talk to him.

Hey, what do you know?

Mr. Macreedy seems to be
heading for the jail.

Now, what do you suppose
he'd wanna talk

to the sheriff about?

Hold it, friend, hold it.

I ain't hankering to get
locked in my own jail.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were a guest.

Oh, as it happens, I'm the host.

Ah.

- Snort?
- No, thank you.

I don't blame you. It's awful.

- What are you looking at?
- You tell me.

I ain't always this bad.

It was just that
last night me and my pal

Doc Velie,
we did a little celebrating.

Oh, what were you celebrating?

Well, you name it.

What do you want?

My name is Macreedy.
I came in on the streamliner.

- You what?
- I say, I came in on the...

You ain't from around here.

Are you... up Phoenix way?

Tucson? Mesa?

You ain't selling cattle nor
seed corn, nothing like that?

No, no, no, all I want from you
is a little information.

I have to go to a place
called Adobe Flat.

This ain't no
information bureau.

That's one thing
about Black Rock

uh, everybody
is polite that makes

for a very gracious living.

- Nobody asked you here.
- How do you know?

What about Adobe Flat?

I'm looking for a man
named Komoko.

Oh-oh-oh. Oh, oh..

- Almost a disaster.
- Yeah, a fate worse than death.

You move fast for a Crip..

For a big man.

How about Komoko?

If there are no
further questions.

Mr. Macreedy?

That's the first pleasant word
I've heard since I got here.

My name is Smith.
I own the Three Bar Ranch.

I want to apologize
for some of the people in town.

Act like they're
sitting on a keg.

A keg? Of what?

I don't know.

Diamonds? Gunpowder?

Oh, it's nothing like that.

We're suspicious
of strangers is all.

Hangover from the old days.
The Old West.

I thought the tradition
of the Old West was hospitality.

I'm trying to be hospitable,
Mr. Macreedy.

- You going to be around long?
- Could be.

How'd you like to go
hunting tomorrow?

I'd be proud to have
you as my guest.

Thanks. I'm afraid I can't.

Because of your arm, I suppose.

I knew a man who lost his arm
once in a threshing accident.

He used to hunt all the time.
He was quite a man.

He, uh..

Sorry, I mean, if, uh..

'Is there anything I can do
while you're around... '

Oh, no, no, no,
I was just looking for..

'No, it doesn't matter.'

You were looking for what,
Mr. Macreedy?

I was looking for
a man named Komoko.

Komoko. Sure, I remember him.
Japanese farmer.

- 'Never had a chance.'
- Oh?

Got here in '41,
just before Pearl Harbor.

Three months later, they shipped
him off to a relocation center.

Tough.

Oh.

You don't happen
to remember which one

they sent him to, do you?

Who knows?

Why don't you try writing him?

'Glad to help you out.'

No, I'm afraid you'd be
wasting your time.

I've already written but they
don't forward my letters.

They keep sending them back.

Oh, they do?

Need any help?

I can manage.

Well, I need a little help.
I'd like to rent your jeep.

That'll be two dollars an hour.
Gas extra.

Ten dollars for my time.

Why don't you ask him
where he wants to go?

He wants to go to Adobe Flat.

Uh, is the road marked well?

Yeah, it's about
six-seven miles down.

Fine, fine,
then I won't need your time.

I thought you need
a little help.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'll get along fine, thank you.

Liz, do you have
a license to hire cars?

You might get into trouble.

I won't say a word
to the sheriff.

You shouldn't have done that.

Thought it'd be better if he
went out there and got done

with it. What can he find out?

I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you, Reno.

You know that.

This is liable to be
the hardest ten dollars

you ever earned in your life.

- What did he want?
- He asked about Komoko.

Do you think
he'll kick up a storm?

A storm?

- What about?
- I don't know.

All I know is that I,
I don't want no more

trouble around here.

- Never again.
- Trouble?

You don't know anything
about Komoko, now, do you?

I do not. That's the point.

The point is, what you
don't know won't hurt you.

Maybe there's something
that I ought to know.

Maybe there's something
that I ought to ask you

before the stranger
comes back here

and starts
breathing down my neck.

Tim... you're just a lost ball
in the high weeds.

I told you a long time ago

nothing happened
for you to worry about.

The thing is, I do worry.

Maybe I ain't much else,
but I'm sure a worrier.

And I'm still the law.

- Then do your job, Tim.
- What is my job, Mr. Smith?

Maybe I'd better find out
before Macreedy does it for me.

Macreedy will do nothing.

And neither will you, Tim.

Suppose I decide to try.

That might be dangerous.

Tim, you got the body of a hippo
but the brain of a rabbit.

Now, don't overtax it.

Yes, Mr. Smith.

Tim... buy you a cup of coffee?

- From LA?
- 'Yeah.'

From that private detective.

What does he say?
Who is this guy, anyway?

Never heard of him,
that's what he says.

He checked.
There's no John J. Macreedy.

No listing, no record,
no information, nothing.

Where does that leave us?

I'll tell you
where it leaves us.

I'm sick and..

Now, Coley.

I think Macreedy's
a nothing. A nobody.

Is he?

So there's nothing
to worry about.

Isn't there?

- You got brains, you have.
- What can he find out?

That Komoko..

Suppose he finds out.

A nobody like Macreedy
can raise a pretty big stink.

'The point is, who'd miss
a nobody like Macreedy'

if he just, uh,
say, disappeared?

Who, Coley?

- Coley?
- Why don't we wait?

Wait for what?

I mean,
maybe he won't find anything.

Maybe he'll just go away.

Not Macreedy.
I know those maimed guys.

Their minds get twisted.

They put on hair shirts
and act like martyrs.

All of them are do-gooders,
freaks, troublemakers.

Let's wait and see.
There's no danger yet.

"No danger," he says.

This guy is like
a carrier of smallpox.

Since he's arrived,
this town has a fever.

An infection.

And it's spreading.

Hastings' in a sick sweat,
running around

shooting off his face.

Doc getting snotty with me

for the first time
in four years.

And Liz, your sister,
acts like a fool.

- She's only a kid.
- Kid?

She must have strained
every muscle in her head

to get so stupid
renting him a jeep.

Tim. Tim, the rumdum..

Suddenly decides
he's got to act like a sheriff.

And he says there's no danger.

Of course, uh... if you want
to take the chance.

- Not me.
- Alright, then.

You're mighty quick to kill.
He's not an animal.

Well, listen to little spitfire.

You miserable little toad.
I'm saving your neck.

If I don't, who will?

- Well, I...
- Tim? Doc?

Your sister with the rocks
in her head.

There's one thing
about your sister.

She's got twice
the guts you have.

You're only fit
for running away.

And it's too late for that!

He's in this

and he ain't running no place.

Alright, then.

Let Smith
find himself a new boy.

I can't take another day.

But if you're a sheriff,
they gotta respect you.

Otherwise you can't do your job.

They just laugh.

I don't laugh, Tim.

- Why don't you?
- Cut it out, Tim.

You should.

In the name of
well-adjusted manhood

get a hold of yourself.
Snap out of it.

You're gonna have
a complex or something.

Four years ago,
if I'd have done my job

if I'd have checked up
and found out what happened..

But I didn't.
It was just like Smith figured.

Oh, what did you find out?

They told you a story

you had to believe it.

Would you believe it?

Huh?

I don't know.

I live a quiet,
contemplative life.

Me, I didn't even try to find
out. Don't you understand?

You know, when you wear
this badge, you're the law.

And when somebody does
something against the law

then you're supposed
to do something about it.

Me, I did nothing.

That's what's eating me.

What kind of prescription
you got for that?

I don't know.

Haven't found one for myself.

But there's one thing, Tim.
Don't quit!

Why not?

Because maybe this fellow
Macreedy's got the prescription.

Well, if it's not Macreedy..

The world's champion road hog.

- Yeah, it's a small world.
- But such an unfriendly one.

Why'd you wanna
crowd me off the road?

I'm sorry if I
incurred you displeasure.

Look what you did to my car.

Well, anything I can do
to make it up?

You ought to be
more careful, man.

All that one-arm driving.

I'll be glad to pay
for the damages.

It's a threat to life and limb.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

You could get yourself
killed that way..

Nosing all over the countryside.

Yeah, I guess
that's a danger, alright.

That's pretty smart of you.

How long do you intend
to keep it up?

I'm pulling out right now.

Still expecting that convention?

What?

If you're expecting
any extra cowboys

my room is available.

- Are you checking out?
- Hmm.

Any trains leaving tonight?

'Tomorrow morning.
The streamliner.'

'I know about that.'

'Uh, uh, milk train
or freights?'

'Tomorrow, after
the streamliner.'

Buses?

Closest stop is Sand City,
32 miles away.

You're in such a hurry, you
should've never got off here.

I'm inclined to agree with you.

If you're looking for the keys
to the jeep, they're not there.

Where would you suggest I look?

The jeep's not for rent.

Why, it was just
a few hours ago.

Things change.

Sure do.

And Smith is the kid
who changes 'em, isn't he?

Uh, do you mind if I use this?

Well, go ahead.

What's wrong with this town
of yours, Miss Wirth?

Nothing's wrong
with this town, Mr. Macreedy.

None of your concern.

Why is everybody
so concerned about me then?

- Am I concerned?
- No, you're not concerned.

- But...
- But what?

Well, I have a feeling

you're a little bit
too unconcerned.

You're so unconcerned,
you won't even rent me a jeep.

I don't own a taxi service.
I don't have a license.

Too bad everybody in this town

isn't as scrupulously devoted

to law and order as you are.

I don't want to get involved.

- Involved in what?
- Whatever you're up to!

Whatever happens, I've gotta
go on living in this town.

These people are
my neighbors, my friends.

All of them?

This is my town, Mr. Macreedy.

Like it or not.

Well, if you don't like it,
why do you stick around?

My brother Pete,
he'd never leave.

Did it ever occur to you that
you might leave without him?

You look like a pretty
independent young lady.

- Your brother seems to be...
- Weak?

I know.
That's why I couldn't leave him.

What did your brother do?

What do you care? What do
you care about Black Rock?

I don't care anything
about Black Rock.

Only it just seems to me
that there aren't many towns

like this in America.

But one town like it is enough.

And because I think
something kind of

bad happened here, Miss Wirth.

Something they can't quite
seem to find a handle to.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, I know this much.

The rule of law has left here

and the gorillas
have taken over.

Yeah.

Yeah, and you just tried
to steal the key to my jeep.

Well, I figured that that was
the only way I could get it.

Was I wrong, Miss Wirth?

Was I wrong, Miss Wirth?

Macreedy..

I'd like to ask you a few
questions while you're around.

I'm around, alright.

I guess, probably, you've heard
that Miss Wirth is no longer

in the car rental business.

'Good. I wouldn't want to see
that girl get into trouble.'

- Wouldn't you?
- What with rental permits.

Gas rationing,
you know what I mean.

Yeah, I certainly admire your
sturdy sense of responsibility.

It's just that...
that girl has a future.

Let's talk about my future.

Do you think you have the time?

I don't seem to be
going anywhere.

I hear you handle
a jeep real well.

Well, yes,
I do have a way with jeeps.

A certain familiarity.

I think I understand.
You're an army man.

Where'd you get it?

Italy.

That's tough.

I tried to enlist myself
the day after those rats

bombed Pearl Harbor.

- 'What stopped you?'
- Physical.

They wouldn't take me.

Morning after Pearl,
I was the first man in line

at Marine Recruiting
in Sand City.

'They wouldn't take me.'

Tough.

'What do you do
in Los Angeles, Mr. Macreedy?'

I'm retired.

Well, you might say
I was forced into retirement.

What were you looking for
in Adobe Flat?

Like I told you, I was looking
for a fellow named Komoko.

And like you told me,
he wasn't there.

- What's so funny?
- Oh, nothing.

Just I, uh, don't believe you.

I believe a man is as big
as what he is seeking.

I believe you're
a big man, Mr. Macreedy.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Why would a man like you be
looking for a lousy Jap farmer?

Oh, you can't tell.
Maybe I'm not so big.

Oh, yes, you are.

I believe a man is as big
as what will make him mad.

Nobody around here seems
big enough to get you mad.

- What makes you mad, Mr. Smith?
- Me?

- Nothing. Nothing.
- Ah..

You're a pretty big man yourself

and yet the, the Japanese
make you mad, don't they?

Well, that's different.

After that sneak attack
on Pearl Harbor.

'Bataan.'

- Komoko made you mad?
- The same thing.

Loyal Japanese-Americans.
That's a laugh.

They're all mad dogs. What about
Corregidor, the death march?

What did Komoko
have to do with Corregidor?

He was a Jap, wasn't he?

Look, Mr. Macreedy

there's a law in this county
against shooting dogs.

But when I see a mad dog,
I don't wait for him to bite me.

I swear, you're beginning
to make me mad.

All strangers do.

No, they don't. Not all of them.

Some do when they
come around snooping.

- Snooping for what?
- I don't know.

Outsiders coming in
looking for something.

- Looking for what?
- I don't know!

Somebody's always
looking for something

in this part of the West.

To the historian,
it's the Old West.

To the book writer,
it's the Wild West.

To the businessman,
it's the Undeveloped West.

They say we're all poor and
backward, and I guess we are.

We don't even have enough water.

But to us,
this place is our West.

'And I wish
they'd leave us alone.'

Leave you alone to do what?

I don't know what you mean.

What happened to Komoko?

He went away. I told you.

Shortly after he left,
some kids went out there.

They got fooling around.

They burned his place down.
That's how it was.

You know how kids are.

- What's so funny?
- Nothing. Nothing.

It's just that
I don't believe you

any more than I believed
you about the letters.

You don't seem to believe
anything I say.

Oh, yes, I believe
you about-about, uh..

What you say
about the businessmen

being interested
in-in Adobe Flat.

'Why?'

Well, I, I would think
they would be interested, uh..

Maybe some historian,
in all that land lying fallow.

You know, it could be
used for some purpose

like, maybe a graveyard.

There's something
buried up there, I, uh..

You're wildflowers.
That means a grave.

'I suppose you knew that.'

I saw a lot of it,
you know, overseas.

Figured it wasn't a human grave
because it wasn't marked.

Kind of a mystery, isn't it?

Kind of.

Maybe you can figure it out.

- Maybe.
- Why don't you give it a whirl?

It might help you
pass the time for a while.

Well, uh,
I've got other things to do.

I'm not interested.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Pull up a chair.
- Can I use your phone?

Yeah, help yourself.

You're one of the few people
who's been back here

I can say that to.

It's, uh, 4-2-4.

What's 4-2-4?

Well, if I've got you pegged,
and I think I have

you're calling the State Police.

But if I was you,
and I'm surely glad I'm not

I'd look it up myself.

I wouldn't trust
anybody around here.

Including me.

4-2-4, please.

4-2-4?

The lines are all busy.

Don't tell me, I know.

The lines are all busy.
Be busy all day.

You mind not looking
at me like that?

- Like what?
- Like a potential customer.

Everybody is.

And I get them coming and going.

First, I sell them
a piece of land.

Do you think they farm it?

They do not. They dig for gold.

They rip off the topsoil
of ten winding hills

then sprint in here
all fog-heaved with excitement

lugging nuggets

big, bright and shiny.

Is it gold?

It is not.

Do they quit?

They do not.

Then they decide to farm.

Farm in a country so dry

that you have to prime a man
before he can spit.

'Before you can say Fat Sam'

'they're stalled,
stranded and starving.'

'They become weevil-brained
and-and-and butt-sprung.'

So... I bury 'em.

But why bore you
with my triumphs?

Yeah, I got a problem of my own.

You sure have.

They're gonna kill you
with no hard feelings.

And you're gonna sit there
and let 'em do it.

Don't get waspish
with me, mister.

Oh, I'm sorry. I, uh..

Yeah, well, I feel for you.

But I'm consumed with apathy.

Why should I mix in?

I don't know.
Maybe to save a life.

I've got enough trouble
saving my own.

Look... I try to live right.

I... drink my milk every day.

But mostly
I try to mind my own business

'which is something
I'd advise you to do.'

Little late for that.

'No, no,
you can still get out of town.'

'But you'd better
get out like a whisper.'

How?

I've got a... sort of a limousine

at your disposal.

Where is it?

Must be something wrong.

Could be the wiring.

Yeah, it's the wiring.

Now, wasn't that a good guess?

Maybe it can be fixed.

Well, easy.

Except maybe if this wire was

busted or something.

Do the nice little things

like, keep your big,
fat nose out of my business.

Yeah, it was the wiring.

I'm sorry.

But you gotta admit, I tried.

And for that, I thank you.

How much time do you think
I've got before they, uh..

Well, you've got
at least till dark.

They'd be afraid to see
each other's faces.

Well, thanks, Doc. I-I can't say
that it's been charming...

Where are you going?

Well, I don't know,
but I'm going on foot.

That's no good, you stray
ten yards off the main street

and you'll be stone-cold dead.

That's the situation in a nut.

Maybe, uh..

Maybe what?

I'll see you later, Doc.

Lemonade?

No, thank you.

It's hot as Billy-be-durned.

Don't you like lemonade?

Never thought much about it.

You notifying the State Police?

That's what it says.

You sure you don't want
some lemonade?

It don't have the muzzle
velocity of some other drinks

drunk around here,
but it's good for what ails you.

What ails you, Mr. Hastings?

Me?

Why are you so upset
about this wire?

Me?

Are you afraid, Mr. Hastings?

Uh, Mr. Macreedy,
I'm just a good neighbor.

To Smith, you are.

What about to Komoko?

I've never seen Komoko
in my life. Honest.

Alright.

Then you'll send that message

and give me
the answer, won't you?

Yes, sir.

- What'll you have?
- What have you got?

Chili and beans.

- Anything else?
- Chili without beans.

If you don't like the flavor
there's tomato ketchup for you.

Alright, I'll have it.
A cup of coffee.

Well, you still around?

I thought you didn't
like this place.

You mean going to
or coming from?

Staying put.

No comment.

"No comment," he says.

No comment, and all the time
he's got my stool.

This stool ain't comfortable.

I was afraid of that.

I think I'd like
the one you're on.

He's as changeable
as a prairie fire.

Suppose you tell me
where to sit.

I hope that ain't too much.

Your friend's a very
argumentative fellow.

Sort of unpredictable too.

Got a temper like a rattlesnake.

That's me all over.

I'm half-horse, half-alligator.

You mess with me
and I'll kick a lung out of you.

What do you think of that?

No comment.

You know, talking to you
is like pulling teeth.

You'll wear me out.

You're a yellow-bellied
Jap lover! Am I right or wrong?

You're not only wrong

you're wrong at the top

of your voice.

You don't like my voice?

I think your friend
is trying to start trouble.

Why ever would he
want to do that?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he thinks that
if he needles me enough

I might crack,
I might even fight back.

And then either he or your
other apes sitting over there

could beat me to death
and cop a plea of self-defense.

I don't think
that'll be necessary.

You're so scared now,
you'll probably

drown in your own sweat.

Oh, before that happens

couldn't I pick a fight with you
if I tied one hand behind me?

If I tied both hands?

Wouldn't it have been easier
to wait until I turned my back

or are there too many
witnesses present?

- You're still in trouble.
- You're in trouble.

Whatever happens, you're sunk.

You got things a bit twisted.

You killed Komoko, Smith.

And sooner or later,
you're gonna go up for it.

Not because you killed him,
because I think in a town

like this you can
get away with it.

But because you didn't have
the guts enough to do it alone.

You put your trust in guys
like this and Hector here.

Not the most dependable
of God's creatures.

And one of these days,
they're gonna catch on

that you're playing
them for a sap

and then what are you gonna do?

Peel them off one by one?

In the meantime,
one of them is gonna crack

and when they do,
you're gonna go down..

But hard.

Because they got
something on you, Smith.

Something to use
when the going gets tough.

And it's getting tougher
every minute.

Man, man, oh, man.

- Anything come for me?
- Nothing.

- Telegram, nothing?
- Nothing.

In case you're interested,
Coley will live.

I'm truly sorry to say.

Your friend's pretty tough.

Yeah, he's wicked.

He defends himself
when he's attacked.

You gonna sit there
and let time run out?

Waiting for an answer
from the state cops.

You send it through Hastings?

Just don't expect an answer

if that's the way you sent it.

Oh.

I guess that's probably for me.

Where's my answer?

Do you expect an answer from
a wire that was never sent?

- Ha ha ha.
- What's so funny?

I just had a thought.

A thought that is dazzling
in its purity.

You're in a lot of trouble.

You gave my message
to Smith, didn't you?

Why, you little wart.
That's a federal offense.

You're in this deep too.

Like I say, it's getting
tougher and tougher.

Maybe you'd better do
something about this, sheriff.

I reckon that's right,
Mr. Smith.

- You're not supposed to...
- Don't be a jerk, Tim.

Divulging information?
There's a law that says you...

'Tim!'

You're pathetic.

Well, maybe so,
but... I'm still sheriff.

That's the point.
You're not sheriff anymore.

You're so pathetic,
you just lost the job.

Okay, sheriff.

- Take over.
- 'You can't do that.'

I can't?
Well, I put him in the job.

And now I'm taking him out.

Now, do you wanna
register a complaint, boy?

'To register a complaint,
you got to have evidence, boy.'

You got evidence?

You got a big mouth, boy.

Making accusations,
disturbing the peace.

'We got a law in this county,
protecting innocent folks'

from big mouths like you.

- I'd hate that...
- Hector!

Never mind, Tim,
we're not licked yet.

Ain't we? I am.

There comes a time, Tim, when..

A man has just
got to do something.

Not me,
I'm useless and I know it.

No man is useless,
so long as he's got a friend.

I'm your friend, Tim.

Well, then,
why don't you let me alone?

Because he's gonna need you
before the night's over.

'And all the useful men
are on the other side.'

Leave me alone, I tell you!

I can't let you alone!

I can't let myself alone.
Don't you understand that?

Four years ago, something
terrible happened here.

We did nothing about it,
nothing!

The whole town fell into
a sort of settled melancholy

and all the people in it

closed their eyes
and held their tongues

and... failed the test
with a whimper.

'Now something terrible
is going to happen again.'

'And in a way, we're lucky'

'because we've been
given a second chance.'

I've got such a headache,
I'm bewildered.

I hurt all over.

Yeah, pain
is bewildering, I know.

I was bewildered
when I came here.

Full of self-pity.

With your friend Smith
trying to kill me

it's... strange how a man
will cling to the Earth

when he feels he isn't
going to see it again.

There's lot of difference
between clinging to it

and crawling on the Earth.

Are you going to stand by
and watch forever?

I ain't gonna watch.

And I ain't gonna...
get into anything.

'I'm getting out.'

I'm sorry, Mr. Macreedy.

You'd be smart
to get out too, Doc.

There's too many
smart guys around here.

- I'm glad I'm a dummy.
- You're a troublesome dummy.

You're liable to end up
on your own slab.

I expect to be in a lot more
trouble before I die...

Go home, Doc,
he's all washed-up.

You think so?

I was washed-up
when I got off that train.

- You shouldn't have got off.
- I had to.

I had one last duty to perform

before I resigned
from the human race.

I thought you were
going to Los Angeles.

That hotbed of pomp and vanity.

Is that what you call
resigning from the human race?

Good jumping-off a place
for South America, the islands.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I guess I was just looking
for some place to get lost.

Why do you want to get lost?

Because I was afraid
I couldn't function any longer.

Luckily, your friend
Smith changed my mind.

Yeah, sure,
you're a man of action.

You know, I know
what your trouble is, son.

You'd like me to die
quickly, wouldn't you?

Without wasting
too much of your time.

Or quietly, so I won't
embarrass you too much.

Or even thankfully.

So your memory of the occasion
won't be too unpleasant.

My memories
are so pleasant as it is.

It's gonna take
an awful lot of whiskey

to wash out your guts.

Go on, go on, swill it!

What is there
left for you to do?

You're as dead as Komoko,
and you don't know it.

Take it easy now,
Macreedy, sit down.

Sit down, why don't you
tell me to kneel down

and beg his pardon for bringing
up an unpleasant subject?

You don't have to remind me,
I've never forgotten.

Well, now,
isn't that noble of you?

You haven't forgotten
and you're ashamed.

That's really noble of you.

I suppose four years from now,
you'll be sitting around here

telling people you haven't
forgotten me, either.

That's real progress.

In the meantime,
I'll be as dead as a..

Why don't you tell me
what happened?

What happened?

Why did you come here,
Mr. Macreedy?

Did Komoko have any other
family besides his son, Joe?

Son? Nobody around here
ever knew he had a son.

Yes, he had a son.
He's dead too.

He's buried in Italy.

'I asked you before.'

Why did you come here?

Why, this Komoko boy..

Died trying to save my life.

They gave him a medal.

I came here to give it
to his old man.

I figured the least
I could do is give him

one day out of my life.

Well, are you gonna
tell him or I got to?

I'll tell him.

Smith owned Adobe Flat.
He leased it to Komoko.

He figured he-he cheated him

because you gotta have
water to raise anything.

There never was any water
on Adobe Flat.

Komoko dug a well.

He must have gone down 60 feet.

He got plenty of water.

That made Smith pretty sore.

He, uh, didn't like Japs anyway.

The day after Pearl Harbor..

Smith went to Sand City.

Yeah, he got turned down,
trying to enlist.

Well, when he got back,
he was pretty sore.

Around 10 o'clock,
we all started drinking.

'Ten in the morning?'

Yeah.

Smith, Coley,
Sam, Hector and... me.

We were all drunk.

Patriotic drunk.

We wanted to go out
to scare the Jap a little

and have a little fun.

When we got there,
he heard us coming

and-and-and he locked the door.

And then Smith started a fire..

And the Jap, he came running out

his clothes were all burning.

And then, Smith shot him.

I didn't even know he had a gun.

Then you got scared
and buried him

and kept your mouth shut, hmm?

Yeah.

Well, go ahead
and have your drink now.

You're gonna need it.

Hello, Liz. Pete.

Uh, listen, I'm getting
Macreedy out of town.

I would call the police, but all
the outside lines are cut.

Well, let him try.
I might as well be dead.

Yeah, I told him everything.

'Look, will you never
mind about that.'

'I'm asking you
because I need your help.'

'You'd be saving
two lives, Liz.'

'Macreedy's and mine,
if that means anything to you.'

'Alright.'

'Now, here's what
I want you to do.'

'Wait till it's dark.'

- Hector.
- Yeah?

I've been looking
for you. Come here.

What do you want?

Macreedy, he went up to bed.

So, you want me to tuck him in?

No, but I-I thought maybe
you wanted to tell Smith.

'Smith don't
want to be disturbed.'

'He'll be here
at midnight, he said.'

'Why are you so nervous?'

'What do you mean?
I am, uh, I'm nervous?'

You got a match?

No, I-I got some in the lobby.

Oh!

What did you do to get
Pete to change his mind

beat him up?

No, no muscle.

Not with brains either,
he's a pushover for a muscleman.

I'm beginning to think
it runs in the family.

Well, I'd sure like to have seen
you tangle with Reno Smith.

He didn't happen
to be there when I left.

Maybe I will yet.

- What's this?
- Need water.

Smitty?

Smitty!

Liz, you fool.

If he gets me,
he's gotta get you.

- Smitty?
- I'm here, honey.

Just head for the car.

So long, Macreedy.

Just a few more steps, honey.

Get him, get him now.

First things first, honey.

Help me up, Smitty.

You were gonna help me, Liz.

- I did every...
- I still need your help.

I did everything you said.

You two started out in the car.

That's the way
you're gonna end up.

Over a cliff, burning.

'Blame Macreedy for that, he
said I had too many witnesses.'

Why me?

Why start with me?

I gotta start with somebody.

Save me!

Save me, save me!

Save me! Save me!

Am I gonna have
trouble with you?

No, but I sure thought
the situation

was gonna be, like, reversed.

I, I thought that I was..

Was gonna have trouble with him.

I'll take care of him.

Well, the gang's
all here, alright.

Thought I'd take
one last whack at my job.

Your sister's out
in the car, Pete.

She's dead.

Do you want me
to tell you who killed her?

I know who killed her.

About that medal,
can we have it?

- Can we have it, who's we?
- We, us.

Why?

Guess, maybe we need it.

Maybe give us
something to build on.

This town's wrecked, just
as though it was bombed out.

Maybe it can come back.

Some towns do and some towns
don't, depends on the people.

That medal would help.

Thanks, Mr. Macreedy.
Thanks for everything.

What's all the excitement,
what happened?

- A shooting.
- Thought it was something.

First time the streamliner's
stopped here in four years.

Second time.