08x10 - Desert Sun

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Now, come on, Fred.

Where's the money?

Where'd you hide it?

This is your last chance,
Indian.

Where's the money?

Or do you think
it's worth dying for?

Come on, Fred.
Where's the money?

Where did you hide the money,
Fred?

Where?!

Fred? Fred?

Let's get out of here.

Fred?

{coughing

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Fred?

Fred... who did this to you?

Osterman... and Cousins.

I'll get a doctor!

Be fine for you, Sis.

What Fred?

Be fine for you, Sis.

Be fine for you.

Oh.

Fred?

Oh, Fred!

That letter is here somewhere.

Well, if you'd let me
straighten up your desk...

Yeah, then I'd never
find anything.

There it is.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just a moment, please.

Do you know a Harry White Eagle?

He on the phone?

Yeah.

Harry, you old teepee hustler,
how are you?

Well, that sounds serious.
What's it all about?

Why sure, Harry.

I'll catch a plane
first thing in the morning.

Who is he, Joe?

An old Army buddy of mine
from Korea.

Never heard him that uptight.

Not even when we were trapped
in an ambush.

Peggy, uh, get me a plane ticket
for Albuquerque.

Right. First thing
in the morning?

No.

No, make it today.

Hi. I'd like a room.

This is your lucky day.

Hmm? How come?

Fellow from Tucson
just pulled out.

First vacancy all week.

What have you got, a rodeo
or a convention or something?

No, more like a gold rush.

Guys who knocked off the bank
up in San Bruno--

Their plane crashed
south of here.

Hmm. Whole county's out
looking for them

and a half-million bucks.

Hey, you know a fellow named
Harry White Eagle?

Harry White Eagle?

Owns a garage, end of town.

Hmm.

Thought you were after
the reward for the bank money.

Guess I was wrong.

Cabin five.

Be right with you.

You still lying down on the job,
Sergeant?

Hey, Joe!

Hey!

Harry.

Hey, I didn't expect you
till tomorrow.

Well, you said it was important.

Yeah. Say,
you look great, buddy.

Yeah, thanks. You haven't put on
an ounce since Korea.

You, either.

Okay, now that we're through
conning ourselves, Harry,

what do you want me for?

Oh... it's a beauty, Joe.

My best friend,

Fred Tallchief--

Two weeks ago,
he got k*lled in a fight.

Ah. Well, uh,
police have any idea who did it?

Two men-- Jimmy Cousins,
Pat Osterman.

Said they were drinking it up
with Fred,

an argument started,
and Fred got k*lled.

Well, what would you like me
to do, Harry?

I say he was m*rder*d, Joe.

Go on.

But it only took the jury
five minutes

to call it accidental death.

I guess they were in a hurry to
go look for the missing plane.

Yeah, I heard about that.

What was the defense?

They called only one witness--

Gil Yarborough.

He said Fred was a drunken
Indian looking for trouble.

It happens, Harry.

Oh, yes.

They found whiskey on him,
all right.

Only thing is,
Fred didn't drink at all.

What gives this Gil Yarborough
so much clout?

His old man, B.J. Yarborough,

owns half the county.

The two guys who b*at Fred
to death work for him

and pal around with Gil.

Do you think
Gil Yarborough is involved?

I couldn't tell for sure.

This, uh, Cousins and Osterman--

They just give themselves up?

Nope. Fred's sister, Elena,
found him before he d*ed,

and Fred himself named them.

Well, I'm gonna want
to talk to her.

Whenever you want to go,
just say the word.

Okay, Harry, but, uh,

first, I think I'll just kind of
nose around on my own.

I'll be back.

Al right.

Joe?

Thanks.

Yup?

A beer.

They, uh, tell me
a man was k*lled in here

a couple of weeks ago.

No, sir, not here.

feet outside your back door.

He means that Indian.

No, no, I said man.

I didn't know
there was a difference.

Oh, around here, it is.

There's a big difference.

The Indian
and the two men who k*lled him--

Did they start drinking in here?

Yeah.

We started drinking in here.

That answer enough?

Mister, why don't you just get
back in your car and head off?

The two of you have names?

So, you notice something
about this man?

I mean, all that black hair and
them high and pretty cheekbones?

Yeah.

He could be part Indian.

That's right.

And I don't drink
with no Indians.

Jimmy!

Put that bottle down!

Put the bottle down.

I'd consider it a favor

if you'd send them back
to the ranch, Gil.

Sure.

Care to take a walk,
Mister, uh...?

Mannix.

Mr. Mannix?

Yeah. Why not?

Cousins and Osterman get mean
when they drink.

So I've heard.

They pal around
with young Yarborough

so as to get the edge.

Heard that, too.

Mind telling me what you're
doing in Clayville, Mr. Mannix?

Came to see a friend.

Ever since that plane went down
with the bank money,

we've sure been overrun
with strangers.

Yeah, the smell of money
goes a long way.

Sure you ain't sniffing it out?

Like I said, Sheriff,

I came here to see a friend,

Harry White Eagle.

Ah, you come,
or, uh, he send for you?

Make a difference?

No, not to me.

You know, Sheriff, that, uh,
fight you just stopped--

It got started because
I said an Indian was k*lled.

Oh, he ran into the side
of a building with his head.

That's what k*lled him.

Well, not right away.

He talked to his sister first.

She told me what he said.

Told the same thing to the jury.

Verdict-- accidental death.

Well, then there's no reason
I can't talk to his sister, huh?

Talk to anyone you want.

Only you're wasting your time.
Sheriff...

Harry White Eagle and I were
in the same outfit in Korea.

He took a b*llet in the gut
to warn us about an ambush.

Saved half a platoon.

My half.

I guess maybe
I can waste a little time.

Uh... so you owe him.

Just trying to pay
a little of it back.

You picked the wrong way.

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Harry, I don't want
to raise her hopes too much.

Oh, she quit hoping
right after the trial.

Hello, Harry.

Elena, this is a friend
of mine, Joe Mannix.

Mr. Mannix.

Miss Tallchief.

Mr. Mannix is here to help us.

Please come in.

Miss Tallchief...

Harry tells me that
you found your brother

before he d*ed.

What good will this do, Harry?

Help him, Elena.
I've told you, it's all over.

At least give me
a chance to fail.

Fred was in an alley, dying.

I asked him who did it to him.

It was hard for him to talk,
but I'm sure of the names--

Cousins and Osterman.

No mention of Gil Yarborough?

No.

Then Fred said something
I couldn't hear.

I asked him to repeat it.

He said: "For you...

everything would be fine."”

Any idea what he meant?

What could be fine?

Living on like this?

Being treated like
domesticated animals?

You tell me, Mr. Mannix.

Well, uh... thank you
for seeing me, Miss Tallchief.

He's dead, Harry.

Accept it.

I have.

You've been
mighty quiet all the way back.

Yeah, well,
I think she's hiding something.

It's possible.

You and me are friends, but
to her you're just a white man.

Yeah. I'll
check with you later, Harry.

Okay.

Take it easy.

Mr. Mannix.

Now, why don't you
go back to your motel

and pack your bags.

My boys will escort you
out to the airport.

Well, now, if you'll get your
two boys to move that pickup...

I'll think about it.

Mr. Mannix, I was hoping
you'd be a reasonable man.

Change his mind.

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Well, how'd I come out, Doc?

Well, you were sapped
on the back of the head.

Nothing serious.
No concussion.

My professional opinion
is that, uh,

you ought to go to bed
for about hours.

Sorry, Doc.

Well, Harry White Eagle told me

that you wouldn't
take my advice.

Is he here?

No, but the sheriff is.

How is he?
Why don't you ask him?

Sorry I couldn't
get here any sooner.

Deputy just
gave me your message.

Yeah, out looking for
the missing bank money, huh?

In a way.

We got word that a prospector
saw the lights of a plane

about miles west of here,
skimming over the junipers.

A few minutes later
he saw a fireball

over in the Jemez Mountains.

Now you know where to look.

Mannix, that's some
of the roughest country

in the Southwest.

Not any rougher
than it is right here.

Yeah, Doc tells me
you, uh, got hit on the head.

Yeah. Cousins
and Osterman again.

You know, they're
beginning to irritate me.

Oh, and Gil Yarborough was
an interested spectator, again.

Yeah, that's his style.

Yeah. Well,
I got hit from behind.

Is that also his style?

Suppose I decide
to press charges?

Mr. Mannix,
you'll appear before a judge

put on the bench
by B.J. Yarborough,

jury owned by B.J. Yarborough.

And I wind up getting ten days
for disturbing the peace, huh?

If you're lucky.
Yeah.

Thank you, Edna.

Why would they
work me over, Harry?

I mean, they're in the clear.

Unless they have
something to hide.

Probably hiding a lot of things.

Yeah. Do you suppose...

Osterman and Cousins...

were ripping off
old man Yarborough,

let's say, stealing the cattle,
and Fred Tallchief found out

and threatened to tell?

Cousins and Osterman
don't have that much guts.

Do you think Fred
could have found

the missing plane
with the bank money?

No way. He would've
told me, not them.

Well, there's got to be
some reason, Harry.

I mean, why would
old man Yarborough

protect those two punks?

Well, they work for him.

Too obvious.

Well, this is not
a very subtle town, you know?

Yeah, I noticed.

Well... there's
one sure way to check it out.

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Miss your plane, Mannix?

Well, I just like
booking my own flight.

You're trespassing
on private property.

Now, get back in your car.

Go on, Mannix.

Hold it!

The man came to see me!

I, uh, hear you've been causing

quite a ruckus
over a dead Indian.

It seems to bother
a lot of people.

No, no, not that way at all.

See, you are like a...

a horsefly.

You're buzzing around,
these people figure

you're getting to me, so
they're just brushing you away.

Am I getting to you,
Mr. Yarborough?

You know, my great-grandfather

came out here
when there was no law.

He kept a treaty
with the Indians

that the, uh,
the government broke.

In four generations

we've always had a peaceful way
to settle things.

Some of your
best friends, right?

Wrong.

I respect the Indian ways,
and they respect mine.

A man named Fred Tallchief
was m*rder*d,

Mr. Yarborough.

Gil?

Yes, sir?

You get in here, will you?

Yes, sir.

Nobody used the word
"m*rder*d,” Mr. Mannix,

not even
the prosecuting attorney.

I believe you know Mr. Mannix.

Oh, yes, sir, we met.

My boy have any part
of that b*ating they give you?

Ask him.

Well, what have you
got to say for yourself?

W-Well, sir,
he just kept falling down,

and the boys
kept picking him up.

Must've had too much to drink.

Who hit me from behind?

Well, from what I saw, you
just passed out in the street.

You can go, Gil.

Yes, sir.

Sure nice to see you again,
Mr. Mannix.

Boy's lying, of course.

I'm glad we agree on that.

I lost my oldest son in Vietnam.

And Gil is all I've got.

Right or wrong...

he's all I've got.

Mm.

At least you let a man
know where he stands.

♪♪

Did you get to see the old man?

Yeah, and I don't know
any more than I did before.

What's your next move?
If you think it's all right,

I'd like to talk
to Elena again, alone.

Don't be rough on her, will you?

I'll be lucky
if I can hold my own.

See you later.

Don't move.

Or you're dead.

Gil?

Over here.

Hello, Yarborough.

What are you doing here?

Just waiting my turn
to talk to the girl.

Well, I'd rather you didn't talk
to her, Mr. Mannix.

Jimmy?

Move over, Mannix.

A lot of people are going
to start asking questions

when I show up dead.

Well, you went out to the desert
looking for that missing plane.

You got lost.

Car ran out of gas,
uh, tried to walk out.

There was no water.

Sun got to you.

Blew your brains out.

Gil gave you every chance.

And I never even thanked him.

Can't this crate go any faster?

Let me know when.

Just don't get too loose.

Stay with the car.

Ask me the questions,
Mr. Mannix,

and if I can, I'll answer them.

Well, let's start
with an easy one.

What was Gil Yarborough
doing here in your house?

Well?

I'd rather not answer that.

We're off to a great start.

That particular question
is none of your business.

It became my business

when young Yarborough ordered
his two playmates to k*ll me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix,
but that doesn't change matters.

Anything between Gil Yarborough
and me doesn't concern you.

You know,
sometimes my judgment of people

is a little off center.

What's that supposed to mean?

You could be % right.

It is none of my business...

if you're having an affair
with young Yarborough.

That's a terrible thing to say.

But it is the truth, isn't it?

No, it isn't!

The virtuous Indian maiden

and the son
of the Great White Chief.

I tell you, it's not true!

Then what is the truth, Elena?

Now, look, whatever it is,

it cost your brother his life,
and almost cost me mine.

Now what are you hiding?

A very personal thing,
Mr. Mannix.

That's the nature of r*pe.

It's usually very...

personal.

I suppose if you're lucky,
you can learn to forget it.

But if you're pregnant...

...there's no forgetting.

It's with you every moment.

Elena...

...I'm sorry.

My father was a chief.

I'm the last of my line.

Look around, Mr. Mannix.

All I have is my heritage,

but I wouldn't expect you
to understand what that means.

Hmm.

Now, unless you have any more
questions, Mr. Mannix...

Did your brother know about...

what happened?

Yes.

Elena, did you give
any more thought

to what he said
just before he d*ed--

"Everything will be fine?"

I still don't know
what he meant.

Any more questions, Mr. Mannix?

No.

Hi, Joe.

Harry.

Harry, there's something
I've got to tell you,

and I'm afraid
you're not going to like it.

Try me.

Well, it's about Elena.

She's going
to have Gil Yarborough's baby.

And Harry, there's, uh...
there's more.

He r*ped her.

Hey, Harry, you want
to wind up like Fred?

Let go, Joe!

I have business with Yarborough.

That's not gonna help you
or Elena.

Now cool it!

Where is she?

She's at home.

What did she tell you?

Not much.

Uh, something about
a white man not understanding,

a heritage of chiefs,
last of her line.

And you just left?

She wasn't exactly in the mood
for company, Harry.

Joe...

she's going to k*ll herself.

Let's go.

Harry, when people
are going to k*ll themselves,

they jump off a bridge,

or they do it quietly
in a kitchen or a garage.

Your people, Joe.

Are you telling me
she's going to walk out

into the desert
until she drops dead?

No.

It's a burial ground

just for chiefs
and their sons and daughters.

That's where you think she's at?

And how far is it?

About miles.

And we get off the road
and keep going.

There's her pickup.

There she is!

She is praying.

When she finishes, she jumps.

All right, I'll flank her
to the right.

You keep her attention.

Elena! Elena! Elena!

I know you can hear me.

I know you can hear me!

I want you to think!

I want you to think!

You're carrying a child!

An Indian child!

No matter who the father is.

...who the father is.

Is that what Fred d*ed for?

...d*ed for?

Is it?!

Is it?! Is it?!

Follow the old laws!

...the old laws!

Elena!

Elena! Elena!

Elena!

Listen to me!

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Harry, is there an Indian phrase

for "stubborn as a mule"?

Yes. Elena,
you're being stubborn as a mule.

Well, thanks, pal.

What do you think you're
gonna prove by k*lling yourself?

I'm not trying
to prove anything.

I was just doing
what had to be done.

Elena...

a decision of that kind
affects the whole tribe.

You don't make it.
I told you.

The tribal council does.

Harry, I trust you.

As my brother's
good friend and as mine,

what is the right thing to do?

Keep on living.

I'm try.

Harry, there's nothing nicer
than a reasonable woman.

Ain't it the truth.

Well, it's a lie!

It's a lousy damned lie!

Like it or not,
you're gonna have a grandchild

and it's gonna be half Indian,

so you'd better
get used to the idea.

Mannix, if you're pulling
a swindle on me, I swear...

Son, have you been fooling
around with some Indian girl?

You taught me
better than that, sir.

You answer me, yes or no!

Anybody that'd say I'd father
a half-breed is a liar!

Is that clear enough, Mannix?!

You go on, son.
Go on, go on.

Mannix, you do me a favor
before you leave town.

That's ten...

thousand dollars.

And if that's not enough...

there's more.

But...

on one condition.

What's the condition?

That she doesn't
call it Yarborough.

I don't know whether
she'll accept this or not,

but there's one thing
I'm pretty damn sure of--

She won't call
the child Yarborough.

Hey, what's going on?
Everybody's headed home.

Well, what happened?

They found the plane,
or what's left of it.

Found the pilot, too-- dead.

What about the money?

Not a dollar.

Must've got b*rned up
in the fire.

What is it, Joe?

I've seen that
look before in combat.

Three guys rob a bank
in San Bruno

and transfer the money
to a plane.

Which heads for Mexico.

Now, that pilot should
have been heading due south.

What was he doing
miles from Clayville,

hedgehopping the junipers?

Okay, Captain,
what's the answer?

I think he was looking
for something or someone

to drop the money to.

In the middle of the night?

In the middle of the desert?

That someone
would still be out there.

Could you find your way out?

I could, yes.

Could Fred Tallchief?

Any Indian
traditionally trained could.

Joe...

you're saying
my best friend was a crook.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'd like to make
a long distance call.

Area code - - .

I'll call you as soon
as I reach your party.

Right.

Now, the way
I've got it figured, Harry,

Osterman, Cousins
and the Yarborough kid

robbed the bank and had the
money transferred to a plane.

They arranged to have the money
dropped in a remote area

of the desert, and, uh...

hired Fred to pick up
the money and bring it out.

No.

Fred wouldn't do
a thing like this.

Ordinarily he wouldn't,
but because of Elena,

he did make the pickup.

Instead of delivering the money
to Yarborough, he hid it.

He felt that young Yarborough
owed Elena the money

because of what
he had done to her.

And I'm sure
that's what Fred meant

when he told Elena everything
was gonna be just fine.

Yes.

Fred would do a thing
like this for his sister.

And then Osterman and Cousins

tried to b*at the truth
out of him and went too far.

Hello.

Mr. Mannix,
your party's on the line.

Yeah, Peggy, Joe.

Hi, Joe.
What's going on?

Listen, cancel everything on
my books until you hear from me.

Why? Uh, I mean,
can you give me an explanation?

Let's just say
we're going on a treasure hunt.

A treasure hunt?

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Harry, we're gonna need
some supplies. Right.

Now, if you were Fred, where
would you hide the money?

Harry, those burial
grounds cover a big area.

We'll find it, Joe.
Yeah? How?

When we were in Korea,
did you ask me how?

Turned earth,
it has its own life.

♪♪

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Joe!

How about Dog Charlie Five?

Not bad, Captain.

Not original, but not bad.

Mannix!

We know you found
the money from the bank!

I'll tell you what, Mannix,
I'll make a deal with you!

We'll split, half and half!

$ , apiece!

Now, you just put one
of those bags you're carrying

out to where I could see it!

You and Harry can keep the rest!

Kind of makes us all
one big happy family, Mannix!

All right, Gil, we'll go along.

I'll put out your half now!

Hold your fire!

Aw, come on, Mannix,
I thought you were gonna help.

I only said I'd referee.

Well, there's no talking
to this woman!

You don't talk,
Mr. Yarborough, you shout.

Have I shouted?!
Have I lost my temper once?!

At least.

Well, if I have, it's her fault.

Miss...

I have lost my son.

I've lost my brother.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Yarborough,
for both of us.

Well, will you
think of the child?

I can give him everything,
every advantage.

He'll own this whole spread.

He could be a girl;
you know that.

Well, then-then the place'||
belong to her.

On the condition that she is
brought up in this house by you?

That's right.

She'll be brought up
in the pueblo by me.

Now, look, miss,
I am an old man...

Oh, what's the use,
you'll never change!

I don't see you bending over
backwards to make any changes.

I happen to like what I am.

You take a good
close look at me,

you'll find out
I'm not so bad, either!

I'm not so sure about that.

And I ain't
too thrilled with you.

And you are
absolutely no help at all!

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

Mr. Yarborough...

I'm sorry about your son.

I really am.

Well, I... I don't know
where to put the blame.

Well, the fault wasn't yours.

If I'm ever back in town,
I'll stop in and see you.

Yeah.

Good-bye, Elena.
Joe, you can't go now.

Yeah, I think she's right--
nothing's been settled!

It will be.

Well, Joe, how did it go?

They're still at it.

Aw, they're stubborn, Joe.

Both of them.

Oh, I think they'll change.

They'll have to.

Everybody's
gonna have to change.

What makes you say so?

Well, when that kid grows up,
the owner of this town

is gonna be half white
and half Indian.

That'll be the day!

That will really be the day!