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So we can see it was the Greeks

who invested the modern world with perhaps its most full-bloomed desire

to see man elevated to his highest station.

And...

And this, mind you, in spite of their propensity

to debase some men under the oath of slavery.

And then...

John Jay Corley!

You is without threat or question...

the greatest fly-killing buffalo hunter...

come off the Staked Plains.

Mm, onlyest one any better was my daddy.

You should hear my daddy, Sadler.

Now, there was a shovel slinging, fly-killing fool.

And all we need do is follow them. And they will lead us away

from the animal savagery that...

This one used a small loading frame.

Oh, don't you know it.

Don't you know it.

Looky right there. See that little beggar there.

Hides!

We're going to pave our way past the devil's bridgework with hides.

- Ain't no way to say no. - No!

Mm-mm.

That there's a no.

You saying no?

Get out of here.

Why now, just pull up a little dust and sit a spell?

You... you heard me.

Oh, I... I know a no.

That's a no. I know a no.

Hey. Hey now, boy.

Now you be careful there, 'cause she's loaded.

I mean it!

Boy... boy...

That old gal you got hold of, she belonged to my daddy,

and he always kept her loaded deep for buffalo and I ain't changed things.

I said get out of here and I mean it.

Top of that, she's got a recoil half the distance of the bullet.

Top of that!

Since my daddy passed, she belongs to me.

♪ Oh, Daddy, dear ♪ Did you hear the news

♪ That's goin' round?

♪ Shamrock is forbid by law

♪ To grow on Irish ground

Why, are you a clever...

clever little boy hiding on that doorway, aren't you now.

Why, we going to get...

Oh, well, howdy, Sheriff.

Marshal.

Won't you just come on in here and pull up a little something and plop?

Oh, that's Maclnnerny, he's gonna live to be 600, he will.

We got all that money and we been a funning, you know,

- and there's a powerful lotta doings... - Corley...

did you throw a young boy out this window a while ago?

- Huh? - I said did you throw a young boy...

Well, I had to spin him a might, you know, just to get old Clara back.

- Clara? - Sharp. Yes, sir.

You know, this young'un just come whiny, jinny and trompin' in here

with no howdys or nothing and he just leveled old Clara at me

something like this here, and...

You know, I do believe old Clara could put a hole even in you, Sheriff.

Marshal.

Now, he didn't have no politeness.

Just stomping and chomping with "Get out here! Get out of here!"

All right. All right. I've heard enough. Now I want you to hear me.

I want you boys to sober up and quiet down around here

and quit making so much noise around the hotel.

And the next time something like this happens, bold as winter or not,

I'm gonna throw all of you in jail, you understand?

- Understand, Sheriff. - Marshal.

All I wanted to do was...

stop them from breaking up your lecture, Dad.

I didn't figure it'd come out exactly like this.

It's a good thing you landed on your head.

Oh, stop it, both of you. He might have been killed.

Doctor, you are sure that it's nothing more serious.

He's gonna be all right, Mrs. Driscoll.

He's gonna have a sore ankle for a few days, that's sure.

I'd like to keep him here though for... oh, an hour or so.

Just can't be too sure about these head injuries.

Thank you.

You get a good rest, son.

Be with you in a minute.

Buffalo hunters, well... they are dirt humans.

Can you imagine throwing a young boy out of a window like a...

like a peeling or something... out the window?

Now, don't take on, Louise. You heard the doctor, he's all right.

All of that talk about the elegance and the civilization of Athens.

How many thousands of years ago was that?

And where are we now? Here?

Timothy, what are you gonna do about it?

Marshal, I would like to know what...

Ma'am. Mr. Driscoll.

I was just overseeing those buffalo hunters.

- They're savages. - That's right, ma'am.

They lead a hard life and they're loud and bothersome.

But, you know, your boy did point a gun at them.

- A gun? - That's right.

And the muzzle of a Sharps rifle looks like a canyon, you know.

A gun? Oh, Timothy.

We'd better go now, Louise. I'll be back later, Doc.

Thank you, Matt.

Can't help but agree with her, Matt.

"They lead a hard life."

Well, life's a hard life.

And when a brilliant, educated man like that

with wonderful ideas to offer can get sidetracked

by a bunch of scrofulous, maggot-ridden buffalo hunters...

Whoa!

- There we are. - A powerful day's rest.

Yes, sir. A powerful day's rest.

Pull him up here, Sadler.

Now then, friend, what we're gonna need is some of that fizzy...

that French sody water.

Uh... French sody water?

Yes, sir. Now, uh... uh... the kind with all the bubbles.

Uh, champagne?

With all the bubbles. You got it.

Now, we want you to bring on some of them oysters,

like what's out there on that sign board out there.

We're gonna eat those little dudes until we find one of them

what comes within 'em, them whichamees, you know?

- Whichamees? - Yeah, them whichamees.

The kind you get when your luck is running good.

- Pearls. - Pearls, that's it. You got it.

Now you just go on out there and take them out of the ice

and herd them on in until you hear whoa.

- "Whoa." - Yes, sir, "whoa."

He heard us talking. He heard us talking.

He's gonna learn a bear lesson on hibernating.

Obliged.

I swear if banks had locks on them...

I found one.

I found... I... I found one. Hey, Sadler!

Sadler, I found one! Maclnnerny, I...

Maclnnerny... Maclnnerny, I got one!

I found... Oh, a whichamee... whichamee.

What'd the man say? I got... Sadler!

- Sadler, what... - Pearl.

A pearl! Ha-ha!

You the man who threw a young boy out a window?

Huh?

You the man who threw a young boy out a window?

Oh... Oh, I nearly forgot. I...

- Yeah. - Can I see you outside?

Well, you sure enough can see me right here.

Please, outside.

Yeah.

Say... say, have you got any whiskey? Huh?

If you'll give me a little squeeze of it I'll show you my pearl.

What'd you do that for?

Why you... Ow!

You.

You!

Now, Corley, I didn't want to have to do this to you,

but you didn't leave me any choice.

Lying around drunk in the street, looks like you've been in a fight.

Your two friends here don't look much better off than you are.

- Guilty. - Guilty.

Well, just dry out here and sleep it off.

Oh, we can't let that man snore.

It sounds worse than somebody pounding on a tin plate.

Yeah, way worse than that.

- You got a drink of whiskey? - Whiskey?

Now, there ain't no whiskey in a jail house, Sadler.

Well, get some horse liniment

or an apple, anything to put in that mouth.

Well, stuff his shirt-tail in it.

You ever think of being a doctor?

Doctor?

Seems there was more to it.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

That old boy, shaved off his beard.

I seen Karl Martin Krag in this town.

- Oh, come on, Krag's dead, Corley. - I seen the brand on his chest.

- Everybody said he was dead, Corley. - I do recall it now. I do recall it.

I was just sitting there mining for pearls,

and this old boy come trompin' in there asking me outside.

Something to do with slinging a young'un out the window.

Timothy Driscoll?

I don't know nothing about summer names.

We were tussling...

and then his shirt tore off...

and I seen that brand on his chest just as plain as judgment.

You mean Timothy Driscoll came to this town and picked a fight with you?

I mean to say Karl Martin Krag,

the Devil of Donneville, is in your town.

You have heard of the Donneville Prison now, ain't you, Sheriff?

Well, us Northern boys, we do remember.

Oh, indeed we do, indeed we do.

Sadler, we starved, huh?

Starved clear to the bone, Marshal.

What you could eat, you had to fight the worms to get at

and the whippings and the saltwater after.

And them guards.

Oh, them old boys, eh?

Sooner light out with a passel of animals, call 'em humans.

And him, he was the man in charge.

I'll never forget him.

Corley...

Did you see the brand?

On my daddy's head.

That prison, Marshal, it was took by Sherman's boys.

And us, we was in there.

We busted free.

And we found him.

We found him like a hound dog finds a bear.

Oh, but he was a proud one, yeah, he was proud.

Us boys, we... we had our memories.

- We branded him. - With a cross above the heart.

Near hung him, if Sherman hadn't come along.

And he's here in your town.

On my daddy's head, he's here.

I've known Louise Driscoll for almost five years now, Matt.

Well, what if it is... or was Krag... or whatever his name is?

It was an awful long time ago.

Well, it wasn't so long ago that a lot of people still don't remember it, Doc.

But you know, we could have the wrong man here.

Could be a lot of things.

Well, the talk's a-starting out yonder.

What we ought to have did is to have kept them three locked up, Matthew.

That Corley and Sadler and that sleeping beauty, too.

Well, I know, but they sobered up, Festus.

I can't keep 'em locked up forever without a good cause.

Well, I'll tell you something, they're festering up this town, Matthew.

I'll guarantee you that.

Festus, it's like Matt says, we're not even sure it's the same man.

There's only one way to settle this for sure.

I'll ride out and see Driscoll myself.

Hey, Pa. Marshal Dillon's here.

- Marshal. - Hello, Tom.

Well, by golly, like I always heard, you can't keep a good man down.

Well, it ain't all dedication, Marshal.

Chores got to be done before Ma's gonna make some food,

and this body is just naturally and powerfully attracted to food.

Well, Marshal, what a pleasant surprise.

- Mr. Driscoll. - What can I do for you?

Well, I, uh... I'd like to talk to you for a minute if I could.

Oh, certainly. Certainly.

Tom, would you mind if I talked to your father alone?

Sure, Marshal.

Tom, tell your Ma to bring out some of that good lemonade, hm?

Right.

What is it?

Mr. Driscoll, you had a fight last night with a man named Corley?

Well, uh... Oh, I admit it.

It's, uh...

It's hard... for a father to see his son...

Oh, I'll pay whatever damages there are.

Mr. Driscoll, I got to ask you a question.

Are you Karl Martin Krag?

Karl Martin Krag?

Timothy?

A buffalo hunter.

All of us was there! Yes, sir!

And I tell you here and now,

a blind man could find that place, the stink it took on.

- Right, Sadler? - That's right.

He killed over 500 Yankee boys.

A man could die and go to Hades...

a man could die and go to Hades

and think he walked in on a Sunday afternoon ice cream social,

and the man in charge is right here in your town.

He's in jail.

The Marshal's just waiting word from the federal authorities.

To do what?

Stand trial for what he done in Donneville, that's what I'd say.

Stand trial, huh?

Well them old boys ain't gonna fool around with no trial.

No, sir!

The only trial for a man like that is a new rope.

Now, sir...

a sickness has a first point.

And the first point is named Karl Martin Krag,

the Devil of Donneville,

and he is sipping soup right here in your jail house!

Here! Here!

Here, I want you to bust up this here gathering.

Now go on, get on back to business. Go on, all of you. Out!

Roy, you and Sam, you know no good ever comes out of this kind of talk.

Now go on about your business.

Corley, you and Sadler, you know what the Marshal said

about you festering up this here town.

Ain't nothing going to happen to Krag unless we do it ourselves.

And you hush that kind of talk and hush right now.

Now, I want the two of...

the three of you to go on and scoot out of here.

Go on. Scoot!

You'd better do something.

I swear, Matthew, I don't know how you can keep so calm

with all this here going on.

There's not much you can do about it, Festus.

Still and all, I just don't like it.

Well, with all that talk going on out yonder,

it's bound to stir up trouble.

And them two... three mutton heads in town...

what's that there'n a-doing sleeping all the time, anyhow?

I'll tell you, they're rougher than a wagon load of old cobs.

And you just can't tell what's liable to pop into their heads.

Like my Grandma Tupper used to say...

she used to talk kind of high and squeaky,

like two tree limbs rubbing together...

and I recollect her saying on her very death bed, she said,

"Things don't never die, they just get worse."

Isn't that supposed to be for Driscoll?

Oh.

Well, that just goes to show you right there, Matthew.

If things can get me all muddly-headed and fussed up,

what do you think it's gonna do

to all them ordinary folks out yonder in the street?

What about them?

- Hello, Louise. - Well, hello, Kitty.

May I come in?

Why, yes. Yes, of course.

I brought you some port.

I've always said that there's two times in a woman's life

when she needs good port wine,

and both of those times are when her world seems to be falling apart.

Oh, Kitty, you're very thoughtful.

Not at all.

You know, it just doesn't fit.

I was sitting here thinking.

Since... since Tom was a child, I...

I've never seen Timothy raise his hand to him.

And it wasn't just the caution of a stepfather.

It was purely, simply his way.

How do you explain that to a... to a boy?

How do you explain that to yourself?

I find myself married to a man...

When I think of his hands on me, the very hands...

Louise, they were loving hands, weren't they?

Oh yes, Kitty.

Then what more could you expect?

Kitty, what is there to life when the very man that...

Louise, I can tell you a little bit about life.

But I can't tell you anything about war.

I don't think any woman can explain to another woman about war.

It's an insanity that women just don't understand.

It's... Well, it's like falling down a hill.

You can't stop.

And you can't change direction.

And you're bound to get hurt.

You know, a man's strength doesn't make him a man.

It's his heart.

And that man that loves you...

has all the heart that you could care to hold.

And that's all I'd care to know.

Seven hundred men died in that prison

and Driscoll, or Krag, was the commandant.

He was responsible. Clear as the hands on your wrists.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Burke.

- How can you defend him? - It's your move.

I'm not defending him, I'm defending his right

to live his life in a way to make amends for his past, that's all.

- Make amends? - Yes!

- Jump that. - Jump? What?

- Go on and jump me. - I'd like to hear how a man...

Oh, go ahead.

Makes amends for what Krag did at Donneville.

Ain't too often I can catch you like that.

The day you catch me will be the day the sun comes up backwards.

- Well, all I'm saying... - Oh, shut up.

He was a murderer. A killer of plain soldier boys.

Shut up!

- Well, all I'm trying... - I'm not talking to you.

He was an enemy to this country, Doc.

Clear as the hands on your wrists!

"Clear as the hands on your wrists." Is that all you can think of to say?

Let me tell you something.

The law is the law, and in times of war, there is no law.

And that's why it's war. And I'll tell you something else, Burke.

It's my own personal and private opinion

that if they put your brains in a mustard seed,

they'd rattle like a peanut in a box car.

- Now, shut up. - Now, wait a minute, Doc!

I was in the tenth Pennsylvania Volunteers...

Oh, good. Oh, that's marvelous! That clears everything up.

Now you're qualified. You can go ahead and write your book.

Well...

At least I was there. Where were you?

Burke...

Doesn't make any difference where I was.

Doesn't make any difference where anybody was.

The point I am trying to make with you, with some difficulty,

is first, and of lesser importance,

is that in times of civil war,

the code of humanity disappears completely.

And secondly, and of greater importance,

a man's past is his past.

It's what he contributes to the present that's important.

Now, as far as Krag or Driscoll,

or whatever you want to call him is concerned,

it's my opinion that you could not carry his brains in your two hands.

And it's brains, my friends,

that is gonna save this,

the best of all possible worlds, up to now.

And not the tenth Pennsylvania Volunteers.

Top of that, old Sheriff Dillon

just up and took my Clara from me.

Took up all our guns.

Can't blame him.

Some kind of talk about whiskey and powder not mixing up.

Can't blame him.

I wish he'd throw us back in that jail house.

Mmm, how I do wish it.

Just get a hold of that old devil, Krag.

Just get my hands on him and tear him limb from limb.

Yeah.

Old Dillon done figured that out, too.

Thinking man.

Thinking man.

Whose side you on?

Oh, Corley, we ain't aching, is we?

Huh?

We got whiskey, we got money.

Now, I ask you, Corley,

is the living life made up of anything more than death?

I can't rile so heavy, thinking on it.

This whole town just tippy-toeing around us like we was a bog.

Like we's some kind of filth.

Hey, you old town!

Your filth is in the jail house!

Why don't you do something about him?

Come to think on it...

that whole war was on account of me.

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

And me not... bothered strong.

Well, there's more than one way to the mountain.

Well, howdy, Tom.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to see...

Your pa?

- Him. - Him?

Well, sure can't be no harm did with that.

Sure, you can see him.

Just come right in here.

Got yourself a visitor here, Mr. Driscoll.

Son.

I'm not your son.

I understand.

I... I don't understand.

I don't understand anything at all.

I had a father.

And I love him.

And I was proud of him.

So was everybody else.

And he did all the things that they're saying?

Well, uh...

I don't exactly know what they're saying, Tom.

That...

That you're a...

That you murdered men, just for the pleasing.

Just for the pleasing!

I had a father...

and I love him...

and now I don't understand anything at all.

Your ma, how's she feeling, Tom?

She wanted me to come here.

She says all things have reasons.

She's right.

All things, all events...

all horrors have reasons, Tom.

But that doesn't make those reasons justifiable under the face of God.

Are you a murderer?

I was, uh... commandant of a camp...

that had more prisoners than it could manage.

Brave men died for lack of food.

Brave men died from the filth in which they lived,

and I've been dying ever since.

No, were you a murderer?

Yes. But not the way they think.

I've never taken a life with hand or gun.

But I've done worse.

I sat on these hands when I should have acted.

Oh, I appeased my conscience by writing letters.

Letters.

To my superiors, begging for medical supplies,

food, some lumber to build shelters against the cold.

When these letter were ignored, month after month,

I told myself I'd done everything a soldier could do.

That was a lie.

I complained in whispers when I should have thundered from the housetops

of every village and hamlet within a hundred miles of Donneville.

I should have roused the country against that abomination.

Made the world see what we were doing in the name of our cause.

But... to rouse the populace against the military

in time of war is treason.

I would have been court-martialed as a traitor.

And for a military man, that's below all conceived purgatories.

Except the one I had built for myself ever since.

There hasn't been a night in the ten years since that horror

that I haven't awakened in a cold sweat

with the stench of death in my nostrils...

and ghosts of dying men...

gibbering in the darkness.

Those people out there...

I may be far worse than they believe...

but I would gladly give myself to them right now...

and have it over and finished with...

if it were not for you and your mother.

You are more important to me than my shame.

More precious than my life.

I deceived you about my past because...

I couldn't bear to lose you.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you, Mr. Haggen. - You're welcome. Tom...

You ought to bundle up good going home.

It's getting kind of chilly out there.

Yes, sir.

All right, now, you fellas get on about your business.

Go on, get!

You heard what I said. Go on, get!

Mr. Haggen.

What can I do for you?

If I write out a... a will...

would you ask Marshal Dillon to come here and witness it, please?

Well... I reckon I could.

Thank you kindly.

That boy of yours, Tom...

appears like a right good boy, clean down to his core.

All right, Newly.

You got a pretty good clout there, but you're gonna be all right.

Thank you, Doc.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you got a harder head than Festus.

No offense, of course.

- How much do I owe you, Doc? - It's on the house.

How is he, Doc?

- Fine. - I'm all right, Marshal.

Oh, good. Did you have some guns stolen?

Not "guns," Marshal, one Dragoon Colt.

I was fixing the hammer on it,

had it right there in front of me and now it's gone.

Well, you got any idea who took it?

Well, I didn't see 'em, if that's what you mean, but I do know one thing.

- What's that? - I know buffalo when I smell it.

Maclnnerny.

Maclnnerny, wake up.

One of these days, I'm gonna get so far away from this plain country

they couldn't find me on three good mules.

It's the coldest place I...

Come in!

Come on in, it ain't locked.

Well of all the knot-heads. All you gotta do is just turn the...

What in tarnation...

Time back, my daddy and me had a farm.

Had to shoot me a leg-caught coyote what killed a mess of our chickens.

It's just a matter of time.

If you set a trap for a coyote, he's bound to be caught.

I'm here to finish what we started that day we branded you.

There's a difference between killing a coyote...

and a human being.

Ain't nobody going to fault me for killing you.

I hope not.

I wouldn't want to be responsible for still another human being's death.

Well, you can rest easy on that account.

There ain't no jury going to convict a man what killed Karl Martin Krag.

No, sir!

Hm?

Corley!

I knew it. I knew it! I had it figured so!

Corley, don't do it!

This town won't do nothing about him, I will.

- Corley, don't do it. - What?

Why, you was there, same as me, Sadler. You was in Donneville.

Yeah, I know I was there. The war is over, Corley.

Now, let's go on to other things.

What are you talking about, other things?

Corley, there ain't nothing else for you and me but...

but a bucket of money and a bottle of whiskey

and buffalo out there on the Staked Plains.

- Yeah, when I'm rid of him. - No, Corley, please, listen to me.

- I said when I'm done with him! - Corley, no, please listen to me!

Now, look, please, please leave it alone!

Don't get it started again, please!

Now, it's been over ten years, Corley.

- Oh, Corley, I'm hit! - Sadler.

Corley.

Why you damned fool, what'd you do that for?

I'm bleeding, Corley.

Don't you die on me.

You black-headed fool, don't you die on me.

Why'd you have to come trompin' into this town?

Surely, it's your fault.

Why?

It's all your fault.

You're a Yankee killer!

Corley!

No! He...

Sadler...

Sadler...

I'm going to see my daddy.

"This general amnesty bill, signed by President Ulysses S. Grant,

renders all subjects in question beyond any office of jurisprudence,

and pardons them for all committed during the tragic time

between 1861 and 1865.

But more important to this office,

let it be cherished that we endeavor

to erase the bitterness memory offers to a country torn,

and forever seal ourselves as a nation undivided

with the strength of each other."

Signed, Alfonso Taft, United States Attorney General.

Thank you, Marshal.

Well, you're a free man, Mr. Driscoll.

We both know the truth of that, don't we?

Good luck.

We can't stay here, Louise. You know that.

I know that.

Everywhere we go, this is the way it'll be.

Everywhere we go.

♪ Did you hear the news that's goin' round?

♪ The shamrock is forbid by law

♪ To grow on Irish ground