04x20 - A Passage of Saints

[bunniefuu]

[cattle lowing]

Heeya! Heeya!

Seems to me there should be
a couple more around here.

Maybe...
Maybe upstream some way.

I better have a look.

That is unless
you'd like to go.

No, thanks.
I'll hold onto these.

Uh-huh. I figured.

Get away from me.

Oh, sorry.
I figured I could help.

Help?! What are you doing?
Why are you following me?

Following you?
I wasn't following you!

It's just that you're
way out here away from town,

I thought you were lost.

No, no, that...

wasn't it either,
it's just that I...

I never saw anyone
quite so beautiful.

Wait a minute.
You better let me--

Look, I'm only going
right down to that house,
so just let me be.

-Well, I can at least--
-MAN: You heard her, mister.

You turn around
and ride off the way you come.

Get off my land.

Well, you must be Mr. Grant.
I'm Nick Barkley--

I don't care who you are.
I told you to go.

Look, mister, I was just
trying to help your daughter--

She don't need no help.

You heard me, mister. I don't
want to have to use this.

Well, you better not
try using that,

because I got a right
to be here.

In case you've forgotten,
Mr. Grant,

this is Barkley property.

When I paid my rent money
that made it my land
for the time.

I don't have to suffer nobody,
Barkleys included.

You go on now,
leave us our privacy.

-But I--
-[fires g*n]

I told you to go.

Yeah, I'd say
you made that pretty plain.

♪♪ [theme]

But didn't you tell him
who you were?

First thing,
but I may as well
have told him

I'd come to
poison his well.

Thank you, Silas.

Ugh! Ohh!

Silas!

Don't you like
your coffee hot,
Mr. Nick?

Drink some water.

That's your trouble, Nick,
you jump right in

before you know
the temperature of things.

-He coulda told me.
-I was talking
about that girl.

If I was her father,
I might have got a little
heated up, too.

All right, Heath.

Jarrod, you rented
the place to him.

-What sort of a man is he?
-Just a farmer.

He didn't really say
very much.

I didn't know
he had a wife,

or a daughter old enough
to interest Nick.

Anyway, I didn't ask him
too many questions

after he paid
a half a year's rent
in advance.

Well, that's strange,
isn't it?

For that kind of money
he could have bought a place
instead of renting it.

Maybe he figured
he couldn't get credit
to finance the rest

or just had cash on hand.

Anyway, Nick, you realize
that, legally, you invaded
the man's privacy.

Well, still, the sh**ting
was uncalled for.

Well, I have to go out there
and check on a couple of things,

so I'll speak to him about it.

Oh, well,
I'll go with you.

Not necessary, Nick.
I can handle it all alone.

Oh, well,
excuse me.

But you know, it's strange
that Jarrod didn't find out

more about those people
before he rented to them.

He never mentioned them
at all...

and that's even stranger.

Whoa. Lookie here!

It's our tenants,
the Grants.

-Well, I'll be right back.
-Nick, wait.

They can't be paying rent
on the town street.

I can talk to her here.

Jarrod's waiting and we're


He'll wait.

Morning, miss.

I just thought maybe I'd check,
see how your ankle's doing.

-Just fine, thank you.
-Good, good.

Mrs. Grant, my mother's
looking forward to meeting you.

Maybe she could drop by
and pay you a visit.

No, please. You understand,
my husband doesn't like company.

I'm sorry. Please
thank her just the same.

Oh, I see. Well,
mother's gonna be
terribly disappointed.

Maybe you could drop by
and pay her a visit.

I think not.
Good day, Mr. Barkley.

Well, now,
how'd do you like that?

-You asked for it.
-I sure did.

Hey, Nick, that wheel
for your carriage is ready.

I'll pick it up
tomorrow morning,
Denby.

Them your new tenants
out the north woods farm?

That's right.

Maybe I'll just
drum up a little business.

What's the name?

Uh...Grant.

Hold on.
This ought to be good.

Howdy there, Mr. Grant,
ladies.

The name's Denby,
Arthur W. Denby.

Blacksmith,
wheelwright, carter--

keep your cutlery sharp,
make you the best plowshare
in the valley.

Ain't that right,
Mr. Clay?

-That's right.
-I got no need
of those services.

No telling when you might,
though, is there?

I'm a farrier, too.
Take good care of
your horses' hooves,

do all your shoeing.

I do my own shoeing.

Looks it, too.

Better try me. Ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha-- ha ha...

ha ha--

That was only
a joke, friend.

Here, have a stogie.

I never touch the things.

Hebron.

You don't have to be
unfriendly about it.

Nobody gave you leave
to talk to us.

Well, pardon me,
mister.

I was only trying
to be neighborly.

Well, what do you
make of that?

Just what I expected.

What got into him?

Just plain cussedness,
I'd say.

Some tenants you got.

What was that name
she called him?

Huh?

Oh, oh. Herman. Herman.

-I think it was Hebron.
-Yeah, Hebron.

Hebron.
That's what I thought.

Over in Utah, common name
of them Mormons.

Mormons. Say,
you don't think Grant is--

Why not?

You Barkleys know
anything about 'em,
where they come from?

And he don't smoke,
never touches the thing.

That's their way.

How about tea and coffee?
How much does he buy?

Come to think of it, none,

not a pound
since they've been here.

Of course not.
They're Mormons,
and that explains a lot.

Yeah, it--
it might at that.

And they're here...
in our valley.

And why not?

I'll tell you why not.

Because they're no good,
none of 'em.

They call themselves saints,
but they're more like devils.

Oh, now, come on,
you can't dislike a man

just because of his religion.

It ain't got
nothing to do with religion.

How come they been driven out
of every place they ever been

way out in the wilderness
to set up their own state?

-And what are they doing here?
-Grant's not bothering you.

Yes, he is,
just by being here.

No telling what's gonna happen.

Those people
are murderin' heathens!

Now, that's stupid.

-Is it?
-Yes!

Did you ever hear of
the Mountain Meadows m*ssacre?

Of course.
Everybody's heard of that.

They say the Indians
did the actual k*lling.

They say. But Mormons
egged 'em on.

Mormons bossed 'em,
and Mormons probably
helped 'em, too.

A whole wagon train
full of peaceful,
helpless settlers

m*rder*d in cold blood.

I had an uncle
and two cousins
on that train.

So you can see...

I got no use for Mormons.

It makes me sick
to see 'em in this valley!

And you Barkleys
rented 'em a farm.

What's the matter with Denby?

-He doesn't like Mormons.
-Or people that rent to 'em,

and he seems to think that
the Grants are Mormons.

Well, he's right,
they are.

You knew they were?

No, I guessed it.

And you forgot to mention it.

Well, I didn't think
it was very important.

After all, a man's religion
is his own business, isn't it?

Jarrod, that has
nothing to do with it.

It can cause an awful lot
of trouble around here is all.

Grant doesn't strike me
as the type who's gonna
stir up trouble.

Well, he was pretty handy
with a g*n!

And Denby is the type.

Yeah, his type
is always the problem.

He isn't about to forget this
none too soon.

Will you meet me back here
a little later?

I thought you wanted us
to sign those papers.

Well, I do, but I want to
take care of something first.

-See you here about three?
-All right. Fine.

Come on, I'll let you
buy me a beer.

Hello, Mr. Grant.

Is that the way you greet
all your visitors?

We don't have no visitors.
Don't want none.

Well, now, I'm not
exactly a visitor, am I?

I stopped by
as your landlord,

see if there's
anything you need.

How's that pump?

It's all fixed.
There's no need to look.

How about the roof on the shed?
Need any more shingles?

Mr. Barkley,
I paid you your money,
and I don't need no help.

Now, I appreciate your interest,
but we like our privacy.

Is that the way
all Mormons feel?

How'd you know that?

It wasn't really very hard
to guess, Mr. Grant.

I think maybe I've guessed
a couple of other things, too.

Might be wise for you and me
to have a little talk.

Now, will you put
that thing away?

Come in.
You're welcome,
Mr. Barkley.

Mrs. Grant.
And this is your daughter?

-Emilena.
-Miss Emilena.

I could quick
make up some lemonade.

This ain't
no social call.

You had something
on your mind.

As a matter of fact, I do.

I think it'd be a good idea

if we got to know a little bit
more about each other.

For instance?

For instance
why you came here.

Why not? It's good
farmin' country, ain't it?

There aren't any other
Mormons here, Mr. Grant.

You ain't interested
in why I come here.

You're only interested
in how quick you can
get us away.

Well, I paid my money
and I ain't leavin'.

Now, nobody said
anything about leaving.

But I'm saying it.
I want you out of here.
Leave us alone.

I'm interesting in why
you left Utah

to come here
and hide out on this farm.

Why you don't want any visitors,
no contact from anybody.

There has to be
a reason for that.

What reason would I have
to hide out?

I think it's the same reason
that most Mormons
are hiding out now,

going out into the desert,
come to Canada, some to Mexico,

and most, I'm afraid,
to jail, eventually.

I don't know what
you're driving at.

I'm talking about the Mormons
who refuse to obey the new law--

who refuse to give up
their plural wives.

Miss Emilena
isn't your daughter.

No, she's my sister.

I don't believe that
either.

She's your second wife,
isn't that right?

You can't prove that.

Is this your Bible?

You leave that be.

They usually
contain records.

"Hebron Jethers Grant,

"married June 12, 1872,
to Eliza May Goodhue.

Married May 30, 1878,
to Mary Emilena Hewitt."

Why did you have to know?
It's nothing to you.

I'm afraid it is,
if only as your landlord.

People already know
you're Mormons.

Unfortunately, that
could bring trouble enough.

When they find out
about this--

-You don't want any trouble?
-No more than you.

You could just forget it,
forget you ever saw--

I can't do that,
Mr. Grant.

Now, the law's against bigamy
in California are explicit.

I let you go on living here
and breaking the law,

I'll become
an accessory to the crime.

I'm simply trying to tell you
that you can't live in this
house under the circumstances.

You can't run me out!
I won't leave! I paid!

I'll give you your money back.

I don't care,
I don't want it.
I won't leave.

There's no solution
for you here!

Can't you see that?

You can go on
breaking the law,

but sooner or later
it's gonna catch up with you.

If you don't do
something about it,

believe me, there are
plenty of people who will.

-What am I to do?
-I can't answer that.

I can only tell you
the consequences
of doing nothing.

It's your problem,
your decision.

You'll have to make it soon.

I can't give you
much more time.

Four times.
Four times I had to run.

As a boy, my folks
burned out in Missouri,

and again in Illinois,
my pa dead,

and turned out of Zion itself
by my own people!

Sent to wander homeless
in the wilderness,
bereft of God...

then again in Arizona,
and now here.

You know what that's like?

I can imagine.

But you cannot live
in California with two wives.

So what am I supposed to do,
give up one of 'em?

Now, you tell me,
Mr. Lawyer, which one?

Which one of these faithful
women am I supposed to give up?

And turn out penniless
and helpless into the world?

Did it ever occur to you
and your lawmakers

that I might love my wives?
Both of 'em equally?

And they might love me?

Did it ever occur to you
that these women might be
happy in this house,

that these marriages
are made in heaven

and sanctified in
the temple of the Lord,

this is a house of love
and peace and blessed harmony,
a house of God?

I'm tired, lawyer.

I'm tired of being spat on,
reviled,

and called every obscene name
because of what I believe,

because of the way
I worship my God.

I'm tired of having
my marriage defiled

and my wives' names sullied

and treated like
the filth of the earth!

I've had enough of it
and I won't take any more of it,
and I won't run away from it!

I believe
what I've done is right--

good and righteous
in the name of the Lord,

and I will be judged by him
and by no other,

not by you, not by
anybody in this valley,
not by anybody else!

DENBY:
Get out, Mormons!

We don't want you here!
Get out of our valley!

I'll k*ll 'em!
They got no right to do that!

Give me that r*fle!

Don't be a fool, man!
Give it to me!

You let me take care of this.

Now, Denby, you be smart.

Ride off and leave
these people alone.

What are you doing here, Jarrod?
This ain't your fight.

I'm making it mine.

I ain't got nothing
against you,

we been friends a long time.

You're not being
very friendly at the moment.

Well, it ain't you.

I don't blame you
for renting to him,

he probably fooled you too.

But we're not gonna have
any Mormons around here.

Who's "we"?

All of us,
and a lot more, too.

Now, I don't want
no trouble with you, Jarrod,

but we're not gonna
run from it, neither.

We mean to turn 'em out.

So maybe you better
do it first.

-And if I don't?
-Then we will.

And folks might blame you
for bringing them here,

and you might not like
what they do.

It might not be
just a busted window.

Now you listen carefully.

Ride out and don't come back.

If you do, there'll be
a warrant for your arrest.

You're gonna regret this,
Jarrod.

There's your answer,
Mr. Grant.

I mean to fight.

-You'll lose.
-Maybe not.

You haven't got
a leg to stand on,
legally or otherwise.

What else can I do?

You can go to Mexico.
Nobody will bother you there.

Run again?

Then there's only
one other answer, isn't there?

No. Never.

Mr. Barkley.

Mrs. Grant.

I'll tend the supper.

Hebron, what Mr. Barkley says--
mightn't it be right?

About what?

There's probably
no other answer for us

but to do like the others--
go to Mexico.

You want that? You want me
to go to a foreign nation

where I don't even
speak their tongue?

How am I gonna
earn a living for us?

Find a farm like this one?

No, we ain't come to that yet,
and God willing, we never will.

I ain't done fighting here
yet, Em.

But is fighting
the answer?

Won't they just
hate us the harder?

Is running away
to a foreign nation
the answer?

This is my country, Emilena,

just as much as
it is the Barkleys'.

I was born here,
and I mean to die here.

I'm an American,
I'm not a Mexican.

But we can't stay here.

Now, Em,
you stop your frettin'.

You trust Hebron
like you always done.

I took care of you till now,
didn't I?

-Yes, Hebron.
-And I always will.

I ain't gonna desert you,
neither one of you.

Just don't you worry.

The Lord's gonna
take care of us...

and provide,
like he always done.

[whistling]

Well! I told you
he'd make it, Heath.

-Five minutes to three,
isn't it?
-Mm-hmm.

How was your little trip
out to the Grants'?

What did you
find out?

Found out your taste is
improving, for one thing.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

-But you're not running
in luck, Nick.
-How's that?

The lady's already married.

-Huh?
-The young one?

Her name's Emilena,
and she's Mrs. Grant.

-What about the other one?
-She's Mrs. Grant, too.

Sign here, here,
and here.

Of course! Mormons!

That explains why
he didn't want
anyone around.

Yep.

So what did you
say to him?

Told him I'd give him
a little time to decide
what to do.

Meanwhile you keep all this
to yourself.

Isn't that what you call
being an accomplice,
brother Jarrod?

It is,
but what am I supposed to do?

Run down the middle of town,
tell Denby, tell the sheriff,

have him arrested,
throw him in jail?

What good would that do
those two women?

Well, now, that is
his problem, isn't it?

A man isn't supposed
to be married to two women
at the same time.

What if he loves them
both equally, Nick?

Well, I doubt that.

He says he does.

Well, he could just
give up one of 'em.

What if they both love him?

Look, the man is old enough
to be Emilena's father!

She'd be better off
without him.

Sounds like a little
wishful thinking.

I'll tell you what is
wishful thinking--

if this little problem
goes any further,

it's all gonna blow up
in our face.

Well, Nick, I told him
I was gonna give him
a little time,

and that's what
I'm gonna do.

Whoa!

Evenin', storekeeper.
We need some supplies--

flour, lard,
and some cartridges.

Came too late.
Already closed.

But we drove
all the way in here.

Can't help it. Ought to have
picked a decent time of day.

I don't know why a body'd
wait till so late--

unless they was afraid
they were gonna be seen
by somebody.

Now, look, you'd open up
for some other man,
wouldn't you?

I might
and I might not.

My money's good
as anybody else's!

Please, Mr. Clay.

I'd like to oblige for your
sake, Mrs. Grant, but I--

You deal with me
or I'll take my trade
somewhere else next time.

I'd just as soon you did.

Where will you go?

Not everybody will
deal with you.

You...
You know what you are?

-Hebron!
-A swine. A filthy swine.

-You get in that store--
-Get your stinkin' hands
off of me!

You... Mormon.

Oh, Hebron!

Look what you've done
to my husband!

Husband? You?

You too?

Both of you?
[laughs]

[laughing]

Well, I'll be--
[laughing]

Oh...

Emilena.

Livin' in sin
right in our midst!

Not to mention him
flouting the law.

If he's got two wives now,
he'll be looking for more!

No decent folks
in the valley'll be safe.

SHERIFF: Well,
what about it, Jarrod?

You're the one man in town
knows anything at all
about the Grants.

Is it true, or isn't it?

Yes, it's true, Fred,
he's married to both of 'em.

You just never got around
to telling me?

Well, I didn't know for sure
myself until yesterday,

and I felt I had to
give the man a little time
to make his decision.

You had no right
to do that, Jarrod.

I know I didn't.

I was hoping maybe
we could solve this thing

without anyone getting hurt.

What are you gonna do now?

Only thing I can do--
arrest him.

It'll mean a long sentence,
Fred.

The courts are being
awful tough on these cases.

Yeah, I know.

Leave those two women alone
with nobody to support 'em.

Well, that's not my problem,

and, I might add,
it's not yours, either.

I don't know, Fred,
maybe it is

when a law works this kind of
hardship on people.

Jarrod, you're a lawyer.
You know every law works
a hardship on somebody.

But that fact in itself
isn't enough to keep us

from doing the jobs
we have to do.

I know, but can it
really hurt, Fred,

to give the man just
a little more time?

A little more time?
That law was passed
two years ago!

And Grant married
his second wife
two years before that.

That law is retroactive.
It penalizes people

for doing something that wasn't
a crime when they did it.

It stands up in court.

I'm talking about justice,
Fred.

How we enforce this law
is the measure of our humanity.

You been over at the saloon
and heard Denby?

Yeah.

Time's running out, Jarrod.

It may be that I won't
be able to give him time.

So you tell him to hurry up.

I'll go out and see him
this afternoon.

Thanks, Fred.

Is he still
working on the shed?

Yes.

It's coming along fine,
isn't it?

Fine.

Such a nice farm.

Best we've ever had.

Hebron likes it here.

They'll drive us out again,
Eliza. Mr. Barkley says so.

Please, sister,
don't talk about it.

It upsets me so.

Eliza, you can't
just ignore it.

I leave such things to Hebron.
So should you.

He'll know what to do,
and God will provide.

Hebron can be wrong.

Of course, dear,
but God can't.

Eliza, what if there
were just one of us?

Now, sister, you know
I don't like to talk of death.

No, not death.
I'm talking about the law.

It says that we both
shouldn't be living
with Hebron.

That's a bad law,
and I don't talk about
such things.

I don't even think about them.

Hebron will know what to do.

Yes.

You've always had Hebron
or someone to look after things
for you, haven't you?

I've been very fortunate,
Emilena.

Well, I haven't. I've had
to look out for myself.

He would get alone fine
with just one of us.

And there wouldn't be
any more trouble from the law
or anyone else.

Sister,
I don't understand you.

You shouldn't even
think about such things.

We're here, the three of us,
and happy.

Oh, Eliza, I'm sorry.

I won't talk about it
anymore.

I'm going out for a while.

All right, dear.
Don't be long.

Well, it's about time
we met, Mrs. Grant.

You're so kind. I wasn't even
sure you'd receive me.

Why not? I admire your devotion
to what you believe is right.

Well, that's just it,
Mrs. Barkley.

I'm not so sure
what is right anymore.

I don't mean my religion--
I mean the plural marriage.

And it's not that I'm unhappy--
I'm not--

it's just that since
they passed this law--

I understand.

Hebron says
that there's a higher law
that we must obey.

But if they send him
to prison...

I think it would k*ll him.

And I don't think
the Lord would ask that.

Have you talked this over
with your husband?

Oh, yes.

But Hebron is a steadfast man.

And when he's sure
in what he believes,

it's very difficult
to change his mind.

I've talked about Mexico a lot,
but he doesn't want to go.

It might be for the best.

I know,
but I can't force him.

And...

I think there may be another way
that would be better.

What other way?

Well, I've thought
and thought about it,

and that's why
I've come to see your son.

He's a lawyer,
and he could advise me about...

well, a divorce.

For you?

Hebron could get along
with just one of us,

and Eliza's been
with him longer.

Besides,
she needs someone.

I don't. I can
manage by myself.

One of the reasons
Hebron married me

was so that I could
give him children,

when Eliza
hadn't given him any.

But I haven't either.

Well, what about
your feelings?

I'd rather know that
he were free than in jail.

Mrs. Grant, you must be
very sure about this.

Do you think your son
can handle it?

-[door opens, closes]
-Well--

You can ask him yourself.

Mother.
It's nice to see you,
Mrs. Grant.

Mrs. Grant would like to
ask you something.

Oh? What can I
do for you?

Mr. Barkley...

will you get me a divorce?

You were right.

We can't go on together.

You're doing the wisest thing
possible, Mrs. Grant.

Does your husband know?

Well, he has to be told,
of course.

-I'll tell him as soon as--
-Knowing your husband,

I think it'd be better
if I approach him first.

She can stay here
till I get back.

Don't you worry.
Everything'll be all right.

I don't believe you!

What have you done to her,
turned her against me?!

Calm down, Grant.

You've got to see this thing
the way it really is.

You're the one
who's forced her into this,
and you know it.

What do you mean?

I mean you can't go on
breaking the law
or fighting it.

She sees that
even if you don't.

No. I won't let her.
She can't do it.

-I'm afraid
it's out of your hands.
-I won't let her!

I'll bring her back if I
have to k*ll all you Barkleys!

Now, wait a minute,
Grant--

Hold it, hold it.

-I come for my wife.
-Yes, we have been
expecting you.

And I'll use this
if I have to.

When are you gonna
stop playing hero

and get it through
that thick head of yours

that you're not gonna fight
the world all by yourself?

Huh? Now, why don't you,
put that thing down right there

and as soon as you decide
to start acting like a gentleman

then you'll be fully welcome
into our home.

How's that?

There. Now,
isn't that better?

-Where's Jarrod?
-Never mind that.

Where's my wife?
What did you do with her?

We haven't done
anything with--

You turned her against
her own lawful husband!

You! I seen you
casting eyes at her
from the first day!

You're not making
much sense, Mr. Grant.

Your wife
makes a great deal more.

You can't tell me my wife
would decide to go away from me

all by herself without
being pushed into it.

EMILENA:
Then I'll tell you.

-It's true.
-Emilena.

I'm not gonna let you
take my wife away from me.

I'll fight ya!

I'll fight the whole country
if I have to!

Oh, that's all.

And I'll have the Lord
on my side!

No, Hebron,
you don't.

I don't think the Lord
is taking sides in this.

Anyway,
I don't want you to fight.

You don't mean
you really want to leave me?

Not want to-- have to.
Don't you see?

No, no, I don't.

No, you don't, Emilena.

Listen,
we'll go to Mexico
just like you want.

You don't really mean that.

Yes, I do,
I always meant to.

Only now we'll leave
right away, tonight. Tomorrow.

-You'll never be happy there.
-Yes, I will.

Only, Em, you've gotta
come back to me.

I can't do without you.
I love you.

You really promise
about going to Mexico?

I promise.

And there'll be
no more fighting?

No, I'll never use that g*n
for nothin' but squirrels!

JARROD:
I'm might glad to hear that.

Oh, Mr. Barkley.
I'm-- I'm truly sorry.

Forget it. One of the hazards
of the legal profession,
I guess.

I just went out of my head.
I don't know what I was doing.

Mr. Barkley,
we're going to Mexico.

Mexico.

Well, then I'd say
the sooner you get started,
the better.

We'll start packing that wagon
right away. Tonight. How's that?

Mr. Grant.

If you're going to Mexico,
you're gonna need this.

-What's that for?
-The balance of your rent money.

You're a fair man,
Mr. Barkley.

I'm awful sorry
about your head.

Hebron.

It's about time, Clay.
You got the kerosene?

Outside on the buckboard.

But Denby, are you
sure about this?

That house belongs
to the Barkleys.

What do you care?

They got it coming to 'em
for letting them Mormons in.

Now let's go!

That'll go right in there.

Em, you know this is
all foolishness.

I really don't see any need
of doing all this tonight.

You told Mr. Barkely.

-I know--
-And you took his money.

-I know--
-You don't want to
cause him any more trouble.

Well, what trouble
can there be tonight?

I mean, what's it matter
if we wait till the morning?

Or the next day,
for that matter?

You just don't know
what might happen.

And we've already caused
that family enough upset.

Now, you promised.

I know,
but you see, Em--

-Hebron!
-All right, all right.

I was just making talk,
don't mean anything.

-Now--
-You want to help me with
the sideboard, Hebron?

Eliza, I don't see
how we can take that.

We can't leave it behind.
You just made it special.

We have to.
We can't take everything.

It'll be
a hard enough trip.

Is it a long way, Hebron?

To Chihuahua?
It's a long way,

a lot of country
in between.

Good country, though.

Farmin' and ranchin'...

And all in the United States--
with its laws.

Now, Em, I wasn't
suggesting a thing.

Even though we might find
places, lonely places,

where a body could settle in
and never see an outsider
from one month to the next,

but no sir, we're going
straight to Mexico.

Never you fear.
I made you a promise
and I'm gonna keep it.

How long will it take
to get there?

About a month, maybe more,
depending.

On what?

On the weather, mostly.

It ain't the right time
of year for it.

One thing we could do
with all that time on the road,

we could learn
some of the language.

Don't none of us
speak a word of Spanish.

How will we learn?

I'll find me one of them books
somewhere along the road.

I don't know
if I can learn, Hebron.

I never was much good
at foreign tongues.

Well, neither am I,
but we gotta try. We have to.

And we will. We will.

We'll do just fine,
you'll see.

Now, don't you worry.
We'll--

We'll do just--
just fine.

Yes. But not like here.

Well, no, not exactly, but...

It was nice here.

But at least
we ain't bein' run out.

It's my own decision.

Is it?

Oh, maybe it'd have been better
if I...

Now, Em, you hush.
This is the way I want it.

It's gonna be all right.
Now stop your worrying.

You just leave
all that to Hebron.

Like Eliza here does.

I'll take good care of ya.

And God will provide.

Sure he will.

You just leave everything
to Hebron and the Lord.

DENBY: Grant!

-Yeah, what do you want?
-Hebron, you promised.

I told you Mormons
to get out!

You shoulda listened.
You had your chance.

We're doing that,
can't you see?
We're packing to go!

No, we ain't budging.
I won't be run off.

But Hebron, please,
you promised.

I won't be run off,
I tell ya!

You hear that,
blacksmith?

-We're not budging!
-[fires r*fle]

Hold it!
None of that now!

Hebron, please,
for God's sakes,
don't do this!

Tell them we're going!
Tell them!

I can't do that.
Don't you see? I can't do that.

I can't be humiliated
by swine like that anymore.

I won't be run out of my home,
out of my country,

I won't be--
I'd rather die.

But you promised!

I'm sorry, Em,
I gotta fight back.

I couldn't live with myself
if I didn't!

-They'll k*ll you!
-I can't help that.

I got to!

What are they doing?

What are they doing?

[horses whinnying]

All right, Grant!

You get the idea?

Now, you gonna come out,
or do we burn you out?!

Oh, Hebron.

I can't.
Even if I die for it,
I can't.

Come on in and get me!

-We'll all die!
-Pray, Emilena, pray!

Dear God, heavenly Father,

Lord God of hosts...

-hear us in our need...
-[g*nf*re]

Smite the sinners!

God of Lehi...

Here.

Pour it in the well.

God of Moroni...

smite the sinners...

All right, let's go.

[g*nf*re continues]

God of Lehi, God of Nephi...

God of Moroni,

save us, thy servants...

smite the sinners!

Raise up thy saints!

Thank God.

Giddyup!

[coughing]

The Lord answered my prayer.

Well, Mr. Grant,
the wagons are all loaded
and ready to go.

Thank you. I sure am sorry
about the farm.

Nothing that
can't be fixed.

The most important thing is
you're all still alive.

Yes. Well,
we'll be leaving, then.

-Have a nice trip.
-Thank you.

Got a lot of work to get done
back at the ranch,
so good luck to you.

-Thank you.
-Jarrod.

Eliza, get on in.

-Whoops. Better not
forget this one.
-Oh, no.

That's mine.
It stays.

Stays? What do you mean,
Emilena?

-I'm not going, Hebron.
-What are you talking about?

-You know we can't stay here.
-Not "we." Me.

Em, I don't understand.

I was right the first time.

I'm...I'm getting
that divorce.

But you know
what you're saying?

Yes.

I'm saying you're not
the only man in the world.

But I'm your husband.
You love me.

I did once.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Somehow you're not
the man I thought.

Anyway, I'm sure
I can get over it.

I want the chance to try.

But Em... I love you.

I suppose you do, Hebron...

in your own way.

But, uh...

somehow that's not enough
anymore.

But--

No. Go with Eliza.

Don't you understand, Hebron?

I don't love you anymore.
Now go.

-Sister!
-Good-bye, Eliza.

I don't understand this...

but I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

Good-bye, sister.

Emilena...

Good-bye, Hebron.

I don't know
what you're doing...

you always did
have a mind of your own.

And you've always hated it.

Maybe so, but...

I loved it, too.

Good-bye.

Yah! Yah!

Mr. Barkley, would you take me
to the railroad station?

Of course I will.
Where you gonna go, Emilena?

Back to Utah, I think.
I know people there.

What about the divorce?

There won't be a divorce.

But he won't know that,
will he?

And it'll be all right,

because he won't be
breaking any law.

♪♪ [theme]