01x18 - Day of Vengeance

[bunniefuu]

Ticket to
Laramie, please.

MAN: Yes, ma'am.
That's $3.

[ speaking Spanish ]

What?

[ speaking Spanish ]

- You want a ride?
- Sí, sí.

You got a ticket?

A billeta?

Voy a comprando, eh?
Esperame.

Un momento.

All right,
hurry it up.

MAN: Yeah?

[ in English ]
Ticket to Laramie.

MAN: That'll be $3.

There you are.

Thank you.

Mira!

All right, get in so
we can get out of here.

Muchas gracias,
muchisima gracias.

WOMAN: Look, all this silence
is getting on my nerves.

We're gonna spend
the day together,

why don't we
introduce ourselves?

I'm Elise Goran.

Jess Harper, ma'am.

First trip to Laramie?

No, ma'am, I live there.

I see.

He's bringing back
an old friend.

Oh.

What's his name?

Reynolds,
Gabe Reynolds.

You want to know
any more about me, just ask.

Perhaps I will, at the
proper time, Mr. Reynolds.

My name is Joshua Meeker.

I'm the circuit judge
from this area.

I assume this man is going
to Laramie for trial.

That's right.
You're new, aren't you?

Well, actually no.

I've been working the Wyoming
territory for sometime now.

With an umbrella?

The governor's seen fit
to extend my area.

So happens that
this was a gift from him.

I consider it a privilege
to carry it.

Congratulations.

I've always wanted to be hung
by a successful man.

Well, in your case, I daresay
it'll be a pleasure.

All right, let's not
get all fired up.

There is still a little
matter of a trial.

Yes, of course.

I don't believe I got
your name, reverend.

Polk, Ernie Polk.

Paco.

Paco.

Give me your wrist.

You're not going
to let him go?

The other one.

Bother your wrist,
Jess?

Yeah.

Mine, too.

We'll be in Laramie
in a few hours.

You can hold off
till then.

[ shouts ]

Another move
like that, Gabe,

and you'll be hanging
up there from the roof.

I just wanted
to see him jump.

Besides, I hear
a rope around the neck

is really uncomfortable.

You haven't
got one there yet,

so quit worrying
about it till you do.

What did you do,
rob a bank?

Sure.

I got a million dollars
sewed in my underwear.

Why don't you
hit him over the head

and you and me
could run off to Mexico?

What makes you think
I'd go anywhere with you,

even if you were free
and had a million dollars?

Let's just say,

I'm a good
judge of character.

All right, now let's
settle down.

We got a long way
to go together.

Well, he was asking
for it and he knows it.

Don't take it
so to heart, miss.

I've been slapped
by the best of them.

But evidently
not hard enough.

Don't fret, judge.

You can get your licks in
when we reach Laramie.

Is that all
you can think of, Gabe?

I guess you must
have been doing some

thinking about it yourself.

Otherwise
you wouldn't be here.

I bet you really
went out of your way

to get the job
of bringing me back,

just so you could
see me swing.

If you swing, Gabe, it'll be
because you were found guilty.

Now let's get
one thing straight.

I only came to pick you up
as a favor to the marshal.

What's the matter,
did he break his leg?

He got married.

Same thing.

[ screaming ]

No one told you to dig
the furrow so deep.

I wanted the stagecoach
to stop, not to turn over.

It will be easier
this way.

Juan, I'm giving the orders
and don't you forget that.

Are you all right,
ma'am?

Yes, I think so.

I don't know how this thing
could have happened.

I just drove this road
yesterday myself.

There wasn't anything
wrong with it then.

Blood, I'm hurt.

Now I'm gonna be sick.

That's not even
your blood.

Not mine?

Oh.

Give me a hand
with this one, Jim.

Looks like a couple
of ribs caved in.

No telling what else.

Aah!

He's dead.

Anybody know anything
about doctorin'?

No, I'm afraid not.

What about you?

- Paco?
- Sí.

Can you...

you comprende,
fix, help?

What are you
staring at out there?

No comprendo Ingles.

Easy, padre.

Easy.

You're pretty well
stove in.

Come here a minute.

Come here!

Take off your petticoat.

Hurry up!

Come down here.

Now I'm gonna
lift him up a little,

and you start
wrapping him up.

I think
I'm gonna--

Just keep breathing,
you won't faint.

It's no good, Jess.

The only thing
that'll help him

is getting him
to a doctor.

What do you know
about it?

Plenty.

Chest wound
is my specialty, remember?

Likely Gabe's right.
If he's hurt bad,

we're gonna have to find
some way to get him to a doctor.

I'll go
round up the horses.

- Good idea.
- Stay where you are!

There'll be no need
for horses just yet.

- Why you--
- Jim, no!

Señor, up.

He's dead.

You're a real brave man.

It was very stupid
to pull a g*n.

Now if all of you
will do just as I say,

no one will get hurt.

Who are you?

The name I gave you
was correct.

I merely failed to mention

I was employed
by Manuel Ortega.

Looks like Laramie
doesn't get to see me

hang after all, Jess.

I'm sure Manuel
will be more imaginative.

I hope you will
forgive Señor Ortega.

His accident got
a little bit out of hand.

The stage was supposed
to break only an axle.

Too bad that an innocent man
was made to suffer.

So now what?

Now you walk.

Come on.

- All of you.
- What about him?

If everything
turns out all right,

we'll be able to come back
and take care of him.

Gabe is my prisoner
and he's got a trial due him.

Manuel told me that
there'd be no need for a trial.

You may not like it,
but he usually gets his way.

Well, Manuel Ortega might
write his own law in Mexico,

but he doesn't here.

We'll see.

Walk.

Andale!

Mr. Harper,
in light of the situation,

I think it'd be better
if you'll surrender the prisoner

without any resistance.

I'll make the decisions,
judge.

But it's him
they want, not us.

You have no right
to risk our lives.

After all
he is a criminal.

That's for a jury
to decide, not you.

Harper, I order you to surrender
the prisoner without protest.

And I'm telling you
to shut up.

He's not yours yet
and until he is,

I'll say
what to do with him.

Just what did
you do anyway?

They think
I shot my wife,

six times in the chest
at point-blank range.

A m*rder*r,
I might have known.

PACO: Walk!

The Mexicans, what do they
care about your wife?

Manuel Ortega
is her brother.

You married a--
Harper, I insist--

It's uphill
from here on.

Why don't you just
save your breath?

You left something out
about the sh**ting.

Did you do it?

No.

But I know who did.

Order in the court,
judge.

Trial is now in session.

Walk!

They're coming
without a fight.

I'm glad for that.

De nada.

Juan, walk with me.

Stumble.

Don't bother, Jess.

Just as soon now
as later for me.

You know I never belonged
anywhere, I never fit in.

Don't be a hero.

Gabe, I promised to deliver you
to Laramie for a trial.

If there's any way of doing it,
that's the way it's gonna be.

The only thing
I ever found

that was worth
anything is God, Jess.

Just let it lie.

He tripped.

Pick him up.

- Run back to the stage--
- No, it's just him
they want.

Well, they're gonna have
trouble getting him.

Now move.
You, too.

[ g*ns firing ]

Juan, could not be helped.

There's only
one thing to do.

We'll have to rush them
from both sides.

No, we're in the open,
the risk is too great.

There is time,
they cannot escape.

We'll go back to the horses
and wait for the night.

I can't believe it.
They're running away.

For now maybe.
But they'll be back.

From what I know of Ortega,
you can count on that.

Harper, I hope you know
what you've done.

He doesn't.

But he'll find out.

[ cow mooing ]

Why, you greedy
little muttonhead,

didn't you get enough?

Very funny.
Everybody's playful today.

Ah, there's
no point in looking

like sour applesauce
all the time.

Andy inside?

No, ran off
with a dancehall queen.

Smart boy.
Wish I had done as well.

- Let's have some coffee.
- Wait a minute.

Now if you're gonna ask me
to help with the chores,
the answer is no.

This is my day off.

I've done the chores
pretty as you please.

But you took
plenty of time in town.

I had lots to do.

Like looking over
that new schoolmarm

that arrived yesterday?

Well, everybody else was,
no harm in that, is there?

Figures. Otherwise you'd have
noticed that the stage

didn't arrive in Laramie.

It's three hours
late right now.

Probably that axle again.

- Jonesy?
- Yeah, I know.

There is only one man
in the office.

He can't leave.

So you got to go
see about it.

That's my job.

You can get Andy to help you
with the cows tonight.

I've run this ranch
alone before.

Reckon I can do it again.

Thanks, Jonesy.

Will you water my horse?
I'll tell Andy I'm leaving.

Yes, boss.

[ cow mooing ]

Well, look at here,
Mr. Greedy again.

Seems like everybody's
got a problem, hmm?

And I ought to let you
wear that till next Easter.

Well, here.
Here. Here.

Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.

He needs it more
than you do, judge.

He's coming around.

Mr. Polk.

Padre,
how do you feel?

Just a few minutes ago,
I spoke with the devil.

May be hard
for you to believe, but...

he's run a good
part of my life.

Helped me wreck it.

Only now I'm not afraid
of him anymore.

Is he dying?

I don't think so.

More than likely, he's just
getting around to

where he wants to live.

What do you
intend to do now?

For one thing,
we're not gonna be here

when they come
looking for us.

I saw an arroyo
a ways back.

If we can get there,
we might have a chance.

What good's an arroyo
going to do us?

We're still out
in the middle of nowhere.

There's an old
mineshaft there.

I spent the night in it
during a blizzard.

If it hasn't caved in,
it might get us through.

What about him?

If we move him,
he'll start bleeding again.

And if we leave him here,
they'll k*ll him.

Get whatever is worth
taking out of the stage.

Don't waste any time
looking for your umbrella.

Look, how about me?
What am I supposed to do?

You got legs,
don't you?

If trouble comes, try putting
one in front of the other,

they'll run all right.

Story of my life,
give Gabe Reynolds a break,

but not too big a break
because--

because he's different.

You're pretty good
at feeling sorry for yourself,

aren't you, Gabe?

Well, get this straight.

Those cuffs
aren't coming off

until a jury
takes them off for good.

Now let's get started.

Why are we stopping?

I want a promise
from you, Juan.

There are innocent people
out there

who do not deserve to die.

No matter what happens,

I do not want things worse
than they already are.

They've made
their choice.

Even so.

We must try to avoid
from k*lling them if we can.

I want your word on it.

Esta bueno.

They're coming.

- All right, let's go.
- Supposing they see us?

That's a chance we got to take.
Come on, move.

They're hidden
behind the stage.

Yes.

And many may die
because of one man.

Advance slowly.

Wait for my command.

Here it is.

Keep the flame low.

Over here.

Just like
being in jail.

Last fella always leaves
something for the next one.

You got a match?

Make yourself
at home, judge.

Too bad you
didn't bring your gallows.

We could have
held the trial right here.

There's one.
Up there along that rise.

Well, what are you waiting for,
why don't you sh**t him?

Sure, and let the rest
of them know just where we are.

I'm getting tired of you
being so positive.

Seems to me, k*lling
is the only chance we have.

If we don't fight them,
what then?

We wait.

- All night?
- If we have to.

When that stage
doesn't show up in Laramie,

they'll send someone
looking for us.

If you'd let them
have him in the first place,

we wouldn't be
in this position now.

One more word
out of you, judge,

and I'm gonna ram a fist
down your throat.

[ g*nshots ]

They're gonna feel pretty stupid
when they find out we're gone.

You better keep on
thinking that, ma'am.

'Cause they'll be getting
around to us soon enough.

Gabe Reynolds!

If you show yourself
we will spare the others.

Is that Ortega?

No.

No, I don't think
so, it sounds...

like Mendoza,
Juan Mendoza.

Well, who's he?

He k*lled my wife.

Look, Gabe, I haven't
got time to play games.

If we ever get out of this,
you can tell it to a jury.

Now I want some
straight answers.

Well, I don't care
about you.

Or the rest of you,
or that jury in Laramie.

That man k*lled my wife.

You can still come out from
behind the stage, Reynolds.

Why force us
to k*ll the others?

Listen to me, señores!

We only want the m*rder*r
of Margarita Ortega!

Send him out!

And I'll spare
your g*ng of three.

I'll k*ll him!

I'm tired of waiting,
Manuel.

I know, Juan.

They have made
fools of us.

So it seems,
for the moment at least.

They are somewhere nearby.

Somewhere in the darkness,
watching us.

They'll start looking
for us now, won't they?

We'd all be better off
if we go back.

Less chance
of being seen.

Go back nothing,
we've got to run.

Where do you
figure on running?

If you step out
in the open,

they'll cut you down
like summer wheat.

Funny, I've been
kicked around,
bought and sold,

for as long as
I can remember.

Running from
place to place always,

waiting for the
bright tomorrow,

but it never came.

Look, if this is gonna be
the story of your life,

make it short,
we might not have time.

You've missed
the whole point.

Don't you see?

I always wished something
like this would happen.

Save me the trouble of

stepping off a roof
of a hotel someplace.

Don't worry, now that
it's actually happening,

I want to go on living
just as much as you do.

Your gentle planning
has backfired, Manuel.

We should have attacked
the stage in the beginning.

Then we would
not be out here

hunting like blind wolves
in the night.

We'll see.

Fan out
and cover the area.

If you see anyone,
fire a shot,

the rest of us will come.

Spread!

Not a very good patient,
am I?

I only wish
there was more we could do.

I'll stay
with him a while.

You ought to try
and get some rest.

I've been
saving this in case

our friends out there
got a hold of me.

It's belladonna weed.

Now you chew too much
of it, and you'll die.

Chew a little and your
pain will go away.

[ owl hooting ]

Well, there isn't much more
to the rest of it.

Juan Mendoza had been
promised to Margarita

ever since the day
they were born.

Family custom down there.

When she married me,
Juan, I think felt dishonored.

So he k*lled her?

Yeah. Three weeks
after we were married.

I came home one day
and found her.

I know
how you must feel.

She gave up
everything for me.

She was the only person
I ever loved.

Not that she was
really beautiful.

To the rest of the world,

we were kind of like
a pair of ugly ducklings.

But together we...

Well, you know
the rest of the story.

Yes, I know.

Very well.

I keep asking myself,

how come she's dead
and that hyena's out there,

walking around on
his two hind legs

just waiting to k*ll again.

Can you answer that?

No.

I doubt that anyone can.

Least of all, me.

Why do you say that?

You're a minister,
aren't you?

I was.

Maybe I still am.

All I know is that I sinned
against everything I believed.

How did that happen?

It was a woman involved.

I lost everything.

My congregation, my church.

Worst of all, I lost
the right to serve God.

Oh, you got your
share of troubles, all right.

Been wandering
ever since,
like you.

Afraid to die.

Not because of any
pain of the flesh,

that seldom lasts long,

even without belladonna.

What were you afraid of?

The first day
I stepped into a pulpit,

I felt almost as if
I'd been summoned.

I guess
I was afraid to die

without having God
touch me again.

You really think
He touches any of us?

I know He does.

Only sometimes
we're too confused

or afraid to even
realize it.

You oughta try
and stay quiet.

No, it's time
to get on my feet.

I believe
I found something.

Something I can do.

Padre, glad to see you
up and around.

You had us worried
there for a while.

Ortega and his men,
are they still hunting for us?

Yeah, they're still out there
and getting closer all the time.

Gabe had a plan,
it might work.

It sounded promising.

At least you ought
to talk to him about it.

All right, I will.

Reverend!

Reverend, come back.

Come back!

Padre!

Who is it?

Friend.

I'm looking
for Juan Mendoza.

I pick my own friends,
señor.

Where is Gabe Reynolds?

Where you won't find him.

Maybe a b*llet
will change your mind.

Go ahead,
if you think that'll help.

What do you want?

I want you to tell the others
the truth about Margarita.

Tell them
what you've done.

You do not
wear the robes of a priest.

Did you think
I would confess to you?

What I am
doesn't matter.

But you can't go on
taking the lives of others

just to cover
your own guilt.

Something you said
made him go.

What was it?

What difference
does it make?

Everything I touch
turns out wrong anyway.

You told him that story
about Juan, didn't you?

If it was a story, a lie,
why did Juan k*ll him?

Manuel wouldn't have.

Manuel only wanted me.

Is this the way
you keep your word to me?

I had to sh**t him.

He's one of them.

He's unarmed.

And his collar
is that of a churchman.

Doesn't it matter to you
what you have done?

He is not a priest.

Why should I be sorry
for k*lling him?

It is useless for us
to argue anymore.

By you staying here,
you make everything worse.

Maybe you're losing
your nerve, Manuel.

Juan, get on your horse.

Go to the relay station
near Laramie.

If they should
give us the slip before dawn,

you may be
able to stop them there.

We will see you
before noon tomorrow.

What's going on out there?

I don't know.

One of them pulled out.

That won't help us much.

So now what?

We wait again?

You know they're bound
to find us before long.

And if you think I'm gonna die
on your account, mister,

you're wrong.

You seem to have been
in much of a hurry

to get rid of Juan,
señor.

It is too bad.

You have been
friends a long time.

The b*llet he was
so quick to fire

hardly grazed this man.

If Juan had known it,

he would not have
missed the second time.

[ horse whinnies ]

Is that you, Jess?

Well, I knew
you couldn't wait up.

Come on,
bed's the place for sleeping.

Just stay quiet, señor.

What do you want?

Who else is here?

- Nobody.
Just Andy.
- Open it.

He is a boy,
and he's asleep.

Now if it's money
you're looking for--

I will not
ask you again.

You looking for somebody?

Let us say waiting.

Are you waiting
for anybody in particular?

Shall we read?

Where are you going?

Hunting.

You said
we should wait.

I don't
like the odds.

I'm gonna see if I can
even them up.

No.

I don't think
I could again.

I think you can
if you have to.

Keep an eye on him.

[ g*nshots ]

That could
have been Harper.

Or somebody else.

- Well, if he's dead--
- We're dead.

How does it feel

to be on the wrong end
of a decision, judge?

Shut up!

Why?

You were gonna hang me
before you even knew my name.

How many other nameless men
have you sent to die, judge?


even bother to count?

You'd like me to hit you,
wouldn't you?

Make me what you are.

Well, I'm not going to give you
that satisfaction.

If Harper comes back,
we're probably safe.

If he doesn't,

we gotta
make a run for it.

Always one or the other,
eh, judge?

Black or white.
Good or bad.

Well, supposing
he's just wounded.

He might talk,
then again he might not.

But if he does,

he might tell them
just where we are

so he can
save his own skin.

Now you think about it,
your almighty honor.

[ screams ]

I kinda figured you'd
get around to that.

Now you can see yourself
as you really are.

You got it all figured out,
haven't you?

Well, you're going
to walk out of here

and give yourself
up to them.

Now!

- No.
- Move.

Don't, Gabe.

There is no one
out there worth dying for.

If you don't,
I'll k*ll you.

Now you take your choice.

It's either them or me.

Come to think of it,
I don't much care.

So go ahead and sh**t.

If you pull that trigger,

they won't have
much trouble finding us.

Smart girl.

She's right,
and no mistake.

Now you better clear out of here
while you still can.

Likely he'll get
his head blown off.

Of course, I wouldn't want
to wish him any bad luck.

You really want to see
him dead, don't you?

Is there any reason
why I shouldn't?

It was pretty hard
to like a man

who's got his heart
set on hanging you.

Does that
go for Jess, too?

I don't see what business
that is of yours.

Unless maybe you figure
I owe you something

for stopping the judge
a minute ago.

You don't
owe me a thing.

You know, for a minute,
I actually felt sorry for you.

I wanted to help you
all I could.

I even believed
you didn't k*ll your wife.

That's a laugh,
isn't it?

Well, that happens
to be the truth, understand?

Understand, why?

What do you care
what I think?

I don't know.

Then what are you
so mad about?

You think I like
wearing these bracelets.

I'm no good to you
or anyone else

as long as
I'm wearing these.

Even if they were off,
the way you're talking,

I don't think you'd be
much of a world beater.

You know something,
you're right.

I've been handcuffed
one way or another all my life.

Only this is the first time
it ever showed.

Seems like you're the only one
in this world with a problem.

Watching you suffer
just breaks my heart.

Now listen.

What are you
trying to do to me?

If you have to ask,
it doesn't matter.

- Hold it.
- Don't sh**t.
Don't sh**t.

Don't move.

Drop it.

What's taking you
so long to fix a coffee?

It's almost ready.

Coffee's coming right up.
Here you are, at your service.

I'm glad
you like it strong.

You know, I always did say
that coffee's not coffee at all

if it isn't strong enough
for a spoon to stand up in it.

Now some people,
of course, they like--

they'll just
drink anything--

- Who are you?
- It's all right, Jonesy.

Where's Mendoza?

What's the matter
with him?

He took some lye
in his coffee.

He was waiting here
with this g*n,

and I think
he had a k*lling in mind.

I didn't put too much
lye in his coffee,

just enough
he couldn't hurt anybody.

Now he cannot talk.

You spoke so well
of the gringo justice.

That was too easy
for the m*rder*r of my sister.

You knew Señor Gabe
would speak your name

if there was a trial.

That is why you went
to such lengths

to convince us
to k*ll him.

Now is the time
for truth, Juan.

It was you who took
Margarita's life, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

I'd like
to k*ll you, Juan.

There's been too much
blood this night.

So we will see
how easy

the American justice
is with you.

I--

I'm just a special deputy,
Manuel.

I can't bring you in.

He's right.

Just never
come back to Laramie.

And about trying to turn over
your g*n, forget it.

It never happened,
understand.

I do not deserve it,
señores.

But thank you
very much.

We will probably never see
each other again, Señor Gabe,

but I will
think of you.

And I hope that you will
forgive me someday.

I already have,
Manuel.

Hi, boys.

- Oh, hi, Ernie.
- Ernie.

I didn't want to leave
the territory

without saying
goodbye and thanks.

Where are you headed?

I don't know
where I'll stop.

Wherever I can do
something useful, I guess.

I've lost the right
to the title of reverend,

I know that,
but I was wrong

when I said that I'd lost
the right to serve God.

Nobody can ever do that.

I can still serve Him
and I will, wherever I can.

Well, best of luck,
Ernie.

Thanks.

From me, too.

Take care of
yourselves, boys.

- So long.
- Bye.