01x24 - Street of Hate

[bunniefuu]

[ horse neighing ]

Oh.

Stay in your room, Laurie.

What is it, Dad?I don't know.

Frank.

He's dead.

Tay was
like your own brother.

You k*lled him.

Why, Frank?
Why?

What a consolation,
Buckley.

Regardless of this parole,
you'll be back.

No, sir.

Five years in this place
is enough for me.

Not after what you did.

You'll be back.

If not here,
in some other prison.

It'll never happen,
warden.

They'll drive you back.

Those people in Laramie
who sent you here.

k*lling Cameron Gault's son

is something you're not through
paying for, not for a long time.

There will be no trouble,
I'll see to that, sir.

They'll drive you back.

And this man Sherman
that stood your parole,

he'll have cause to regret it.

That's all, Buckley.

Having Buckley here
is gonna bring half of Laramie

down on our heads.

I don't mind
going to his release

but I only hope
it's worth it.

I've never known you
to run from a fight, Slim.

You've never known me
to run after one either.

Why are you so all-fired sure
there's going to be trouble?

Do you forget what a w*r hero
Tay Gault was to this town?

His father
and his friends haven't.

Judge Donahue said
it was manslaughter.

He could be paroled
in five years.

Now that he's served
his sentence,

I think that should be
the end of it.

People are hard
to figure sometimes.

But I hope you're right.

Well, Slim, I figure
a man deserves a chance

to make something
of his life.

Maybe because you
and Jonesy and Andy gave me one,

I'd like to see somebody else
get one too.

I guess
Frank's not gonna get it

if all we're gonna do
is talk about it.

It's time we're heading
into town to meet him.

You're more concerned about
Tay's father than anything
else, aren't you?

I've always liked
Cameron Gault.

Yeah, I know.

Then maybe you know
how I feel about

setting it up
so we'll have to face the man

he raised like his own.

A man who paid him back
by k*lling his son.

You all set, Mr. Gault?

GAULT:
Be right with you.

No need to go into town,
if you don't want to.

I can be there to meet Buckley
when he gets in.

Well, I wish
it was that easy.

Can be.

When the stage comes in,
I'll just...

tell him how things are.

Don't figure he'll want to stay
around after that.

Bein' foreman of
my ranch

getting a little quiet
for you, Chad?

Adding another notch to that g*n
isn't gonna settle anything.

Some people, that's...

the only kind of talk
they understand.

I can put this coat
on myself.

Frank Buckley.

Frank Buckley
spent a good part of his life

right here in this room.

I still
can't look at that chair

without seeing him
sitting in it.

No.

Anything has to be said
to Frank Buckley, I'll say it.

That's a mighty tolerant
way of looking at it,

considering
how he k*lled your son.

Frank was like a son too.

Maybe that's the reason
why hating him comes so hard.

I don't know.

If your boy Tay was alive,

if he hadn't been struck down
the way he was,

I wonder
what he'd say to that.

More than likely he'd say,

Chad, let my
old man handle this.

He's the one
that's been bloodied by it,

not you.

He might at that.

Tay was first rate.

Had to be, coming out
of that military hospital

all shot up,
show the spirit he did.

Never heard
anybody say different.

There's a man with a lot of hurt
inside of him.

Who's that?

Doc Allen.

Yeah.

As long as I can remember

he's been trying to
wash it away with whiskey.

That was the beginning.

He and Cameron Gault
was real close friends.

Close friends?

I've seen them
pass each other on a street

and hardly even talk.

Yeah, but it was Doc who brought
Cameron's son into the world.

Pulled Buckley through
pneumonia just after Cameron

found him out there
in that abandoned wagon train.

Sounds like Doc was
practically one of the family.

He was.

But it was Doc's testimony
that sent Frank away to prison.

And Tay died
right in his house.

What about
Doc's daughter Laurie?

She was right in the middle
of all this, wasn't she?

Yeah.

And ever since,
she's had to live with the fact

that two men fought over her
and one of them died.

Just doesn't seem right.

A single night of trouble
touching so many people.

Kind of makes living in a hole
like a hermit sound pretty good.

Frank's been living in one
for five years.

I wonder what he'll be like.

Well, according
to that clock up there,

you haven't got long to wait.

No sign of the stage yet,
Mr. Gault,

but it should be here
soon.

What time is it?



It's no guess
what they're waiting for.

Yeah, and it's no guess
Chad Morgan will start trouble.

I never did like him.

Hello, Cam, Chad.

The bad penny returns,
huh?

Well, that's no more
than I expected

but the fact is
I have no choice.

My parole says
I have to stay here.

Frank, up to now
I've lived by the law.

Why don't you
just keep going?

Sorry, Cam, I'm staying.

I don't want you
in this town, Frank.

There's too many people
around here with long memories.

The five years I spent
in that territorial prison

says I got a right to be here.

What I say,

doesn't that count
for anything?

But, Cam, you don't seem
to understand.

I can't leave here,

not unless
it's to go back there.

I never figured you
to do this, Slim.

The law says
he's paid enough.

Is that what you think?

You think five years is enough
for Tay's life?

What I think doesn't count
or you either.

What about
these other people?

What about
what they think?

Howdy, Frank.

Hi, Slim.Jess Harper.

I work
for old Hard Rock here.

Stage goes on
to Cheyenne.

Mr. Gault paid
for a seat on it for you.

Let's go, Frank.

There's a horse
across the street for you.

Frank.

Try that on me.

All right,
stay right there.

Come on, Jess, Frank.

Sellin' harnesses
sure must be a good business.

I've never seen anything
wear out so fast.

You reckon
those stage drivers

pull them apart
just for the sport?

Well, it sure seems like it.

Jess,
it's been a whole week.

How much longer is
Frank Buckley gonna be here?

Well, I suppose until he gets
that cabin fixed up.

Gets to earn a living for
himself and Laurie Ellen.

Well, he'll be with us
till then?

He's paroled in Slim's custody.

Well, I don't like him.

Why?

He's been nothing
but friendly to you.

He was put in jail
for k*lling a man, Jess.

There's talk in town
he's likely to do it again.

Now you listen to me.

Maybe you're old enough
to understand, maybe you're not.

But there's more than one way
to k*ll a man.

It can be done with talk
just as well as with a g*n,

don't you forget that.

Then you don't think
his being here
will cause us any trouble?

Not if folks don't get to
push him around, there won't be.

Well, I got that hole
in the north fence patched up.

Almost busted my hand
doing it, too.

Two more shoes to go
and I'll be looking
for something to do.

Not me,

I have a whole can of worms

just waiting
to get on a fish hook.

Where's Buckley?

Out to the cabin
patching up that roof.

Seems to me he's spending
more time out there

than he is here.

Well, he finished his chores,
I told him to take off.

I have some wood
that needed cutting.

I'll do that.

He'll do it.

Seems to me he's forgetting
where his bunk's made.

You just stood his parole, Slim,
you didn't buy him.

I know what I did.

And I can undo it
just as easy.

You must have hurt your hand
pretty bad.

I told Jonesy
I'd get some wood for his stove,

and he promised
to make us some pies.

Pies are already made.

Come to think of it,

Buckley was there
when I was talking to Jonesy.

He must have cut it
before he left.

[ pounding metal ]

I guess if Laurie and he
are going to get married,

that cabin
has to be finished.

Meanwhile, I'll learn
how to keep my big mouth shut.

Roof over a man's head gives him
the feeling of being permanent.

The only permanent thing
Mr. Gault wants is him gone.

I heard
you was fixing this place up.

It must mean
you was planning to stay.

What do you want?

It's not what I want,
it's what the old man wants.

Old man?

Now, Morgan,
you mean Mr. Gault, don't you?

Yeah, I mean Mr. Gault.

Tell me something, Morgan.

Nobody between you and him
these days, is there?

Five years,

been like you and Tay's
been there all along.

Only you ain't and I have.

He's got no kin now,
nobody to leave the ranch to.

Nobody but me.

And now that I'm here?

I never could figure out
who he favored most--

you or his own son.

I do know
he never wanted to believe you

was all to blame
for Tay's dying.

But he said
you was to leave Laramie.

And by all that's holy,
you're leaving.

You just better k*ll me,
Chad.

That's the only way
you'll be sure.

You stay around much longer,
that's just what will happen.

Now move it over here.

He's been working on that cabin
every spare minute he gets.

Oh, will people ever forget,
Jonesy?

You two will make it
in spite of them.

Besides it isn't likely that
you'll stay in Laramie forever.

Oh, Frank will never leave.

He said
it would be like running away,

and admitting it was true

what the people said
about Tay and me.

Yeah, that's too bad.
that so many folk can't be happy

just minding
their own business.

Tay used to come around a lot

when he came home
from the w*r.

But, Jonesy, it was to see Pa
as well as me.

Well, now, Laurie, you have
no call to explain to me

or anybody else.

Thanks, Jonesy.

You're one of the few
who'll never change.

Well, maybe that's because

you were always
favorite people to me.

I sure wish Slim
felt the same.

He was all for Frank at first,
but now I...

I don't know.

Well, don't fret about him.

He feels
the same way I do.

Besides, he's got
a mighty big responsibility now.

Because of Frank's parole
you mean?

That's it.

He's got to get used to it.

Remember this though.

Slim's not the kind
to ever go back on a friend.

Why else did he kick

all the rest of us out
of the living room,

so you and Frank
could visit alone?

Five evenings running too.

Hey, whoa.

Well, looks like it's coming
from the direction of the cabin.

Frank.

Well, if there's trouble
we'll need help.

Is he all right?

Just unconscious.

Well, what happened?

Maybe he fell off the ladder
while he was fixing the roof.

Yeah, and maybe
he set fire to the place

by throwing
a tar bucket inside.

Well, it took
two of us to carry it

from the ranch to here.

He's had company all right.

It was plenty mean.

You mean
somebody started this fire?

Now we'll all know
as soon as Frank comes around.

Well, maybe you have to wait
till then, but I don't.

You're staying here, Jess.

Look, I know
Morgan wants him out of town,

and you know it too,
and you know why.

Everybody knows
he wants Gault's spread.

Yeah,
but can you prove it?

Morgan is the only one
who threatened him.

Think I need help.

Up, up.

Who was it, Frank?

Leave him alone.

You're taking this
awful personal, Jess.

And you're acting
like nothing happened.

LAURIE: Please, will you two
stop it and help?

Let's get him to bed.
Come on, up.

I'm all right,
I'm all right.

What about it, Frank?

I... took a header
off the roof.

I guess
the tar caught fire.

Let's go.

[ knock on door ]

Come in.

You sent for me,
Mr. Gault?

Yeah, come on in,
come in.

Sit down.

Will you have a drink?

No, thanks.

You don't exactly like Frank,
do you?

Nope, never have.

Some of the ranch hands
tell me

you've been doing a lot of
practicing with that g*n.

Only enough to stay in touch.

Well, Frank...

Frank never cared much
for packing an iron.

Fact is,

after he saw me lose this wing
in that Abilene fracas,

he never wore a g*n again.

Tay was the one
who could handle a .45.

Frank never did quite
get the hang of it.

I've been thinking
about him.

Now how about it?

Are you sure
you won't have a drink?

No, thanks.

I hear his place
burned down yesterday.

Yeah,
clear to the ground.

Most everything is
bone dry around here

this time of the year.

Fire like that could happen
to most anybody.

Were any of my men
around that cabin?

Might have been.

Most of the outfit
was mighty fond of Tay.

What with the marshal
out of town...

well, it's hard
to keep them all in line.

Well, Frank and trouble.

Seems like you can't have
one without the other.

It's gonna get a lot worse
if he stays.

You might as well know it,
Mr. Gault.

Most of the men
on this spread

don't like the way you've been
backing off from Frank.

What about you, Chad,
what do you think?

Don't make no difference
what I think.

It's up to you
whether he stays or goes.

He goes.

You're gonna
break that mustang today?

Yeah.

Can I help you with him?

No, thanks.
You're probably too tired

after that fall you took
yesterday.

Jess, supposing I said
it was Morgan.

Then it would give me
real pleasure

to have an excuse
to settle with him.

You know, I've come to know
you well enough.

You don't need an excuse.

Besides,
it wouldn't change things

between him and me.

How much more
are you gonna take, Frank?

Jess, you ever feel
like everything

was about 2 feet off the ground,
sort of floating?

Well, that's about
how I feel right now.

It's like not knowing
whether to jump,

ride or swim.

And what about Laurie?

Yeah, what about Laurie?

You know, if I fight back,
I end up in prison

for breaking my parole,
and lose her.

If I don't fight back,
chances are I lose her anyhow.

The parole board
will hear the truth.

From you?

From Slim?

And Laurie maybe?

While half the town says
I was the troublemaker.

When you gonna start
on the new cabin?

Tomorrow or the next day.

I'll take a ride out
there now.

I'll see you, Jess.

And if Morgan
puts the torch to it again?

It's like they say,
man plays with fire,

he's liable to get burned.

[ cheering ]

Get him, Jess!

Come on.

Hang in to him, Jess.

Come on!

That's one broom tail
who knows who's boss.

Yeah, like to drove my spine
around my ears proving it.

I still don't understand

why anybody would get on a horse
when they don't have to.

Oh.
Easy with that thing.

Well,
if you just stand still.

Well, I guess
I'll just have to go outside

and show that pony
who's boss.

[ knocking on door ]

I didn't hear
anybody say come in.

You talk up real good
for a hired hand.

Well, talking
is my weak point.

Don't press your luck.

Maybe the man
has something to say, Jess.

Like what he thinks about
Frank Buckley being here?

You know
what I think about that.

Yeah, and a lot of folks can
take more than a good guess why.

Ease off.
What do you want?

Folks is getting mighty well
worked up about Buckley,

about your siding with him.

You rode all the way out here
to tell me that?

One way
or another, he's leaving.

Anybody tied to him
goes with him.

Chad, I want you
to do me a favor.

I want you to ride back

and tell whoever is getting
so worked up about Buckley

that he's staying here
until his probation is up.

If you got any sense,
you'll leave it go at that.

Sherman, you tell Buckley
if he comes into Laramie,

he better be wearing a g*n.

You know he can't do that.

You tell him.

If he knows what's good for him,
he'll listen.

Just how much
are you gonna take?

A threat can't get
any plainer than that.

How much
are you gonna let
get handed to you

in front of your brother?

I suppose you'd prefer
to sh**t out in front of him.

That's exactly what your goadin'
Morgan would've caused.

Now Buckley is here
and he's staying here,

and that fact is gonna be
settled without g*ns.

Not with the likes
of Chad Morgan, it isn't.

Buckley is paroled to me,
remember that.

That's one good reason
to quit driving stage.

Now I'll give you
another reason.

Anybody that takes a mind
to side with Frank Buckley

we don't want in this town.

I gave Sherman warning.

Now you take that stage
out to the relay station
and leave it.

In case you should take a mind
to drive further

or tell anybody about this,

I hear tell the ones
burned Buckley out
feel the same as I do.

What's to stop Sherman
and Jess Harper

from taking that coach on
to the Cheyenne by their selves?

Time and money.

Nobody can run a ranch
and wheel a stage

at the same time.

Think you can make
enough drivers quit

to put Sherman
out of business?

One way or another,
I'll get rid of Buckley

and anybody who helps him
try to stay in Laramie,

no matter what it takes.

I don't care
how many drivers you talk to,

this is the third time
it's happened,

and I say
it's Chad Morgan's doing.

We still got to prove it,
Jess.

And with the law out of town,
what do you expect me to do?

If you got to be told,
you couldn't do it.

Do you really believe that?

You keep running away
from trouble, Slim,

and it's gonna take you
right up by the tail.

Ha!
Giddyup!

Reckon what they say
about an ostrich is true?

All right,
let's have it, Jonesy.

I was wondering,
you know this business

about putting their heads
in the sand

when there's trouble.

Seems to me
that leaves them open

for a swift kick
on the other end.

I'm going into Laramie
and pick up those new harnesses.

If you don't have enough work
to do around here,

maybe I'll help you find some.

You don't need to
get your nose out of joint.

And the next time
you get any advice from me,

I'll hand you a bill with it.

Whoa!

Look out, Rusty!
Jump!

Rusty, round up
the other three horses.

I'd like to see the look
on his face

when that thing went over.

I can just see it now.

There it is all turned over
and the wheels are spinning.

How many cards
do you want?

Two.

You better count yourself lucky
you're alive.

If anything else happens
to those stages, you won't be.

All right, maybe
I can't prove it was Morgan

but what do you want to do,
play guessing games

about who it was?

Jess,
let me handle it my way.

Not when it's my neck
that's almost getting busted.

What about the stage?

With one wheel broke,
I can't guarantee

it'll roll downhill.

Do you think
you can fix it?

You know I can, why?

You seem so sure that
it was Morgan that did this.

You wouldn't want him to succeed
in stopping the run, would you?

I don't know.

Well,
then you finish it up.

Well, I plan to.

Take it all the way
into Cheyenne.

All the way?All the way.

There's some business there
you can take care of for me.

Check with Brad in the office
as soon as you get in.

But that will take a week
or 10 days.

It will do you good
to get away.

Get as much help
as you need to fix the stage.

And I'll see you in a week
or 10 days.

I wondered how long it was
going to take you to find that.

Now, Laurie.

What's the matter?

They cut off your credit
at the saloon?

You have no right
to talk to me that way.

I have every right,
and I intend to use it.

Look, there's no use
getting mad.

I wasn't intending to--

Oh, Pa, if you could
only just see yourself,

just once the way you are...

what you've become.

And all because of this.

Laurie, you shouldn't
have done that.

I should be able
to feel sorry for you,

but the awful truth is
I can't feel anything.

Except for Frank Buckley
you can.

Everything was fine
until he came back.

Everything was fine?

You're the town drunk.

The bank thinks
we are a charity case

and I'm not too far
from being a...

a saloon girl.

Now you call that fine?

Oh.

I didn't mean that, Laurie.

I'd cut my arm off before
I'd do anything to hurt you.

You know that.

Yes, I know that, Pa.

You know as well as I do

that you got nobody
to blame but yourself!

I don't blame
the people of Laramie

one little bit
for resenting what you did.

I'm not blaming them either.

But you know who's at
the bottom of this
as well as I do.

Chad Morgan,
your own foreman.Bah!

He and his bunch scared
my drivers off their jobs,

wrecked a company coach.

Have you got
any proof of that?

No.

But I guarantee you one thing,
if you call him off,

there won't be any more trouble
for me or Frank Buckley.

[ knocking on door ]

What do you want?

Cam,
I have to talk to you.

You and I said all we had
to say 5 years ago.

Go on back
where you came from.

Not until
you've heard me out.

Get out!
I don't like drunks
in my living room.

I don't blame you.

All these years,
I've had to hit the bottle

pretty hard
to keep away from this room.

And now I'm here
and I'm sober,

and you're gonna
listen to me.

Frank Buckley
didn't k*ll your son.

What?

What's that you're saying?

He didn't k*ll Tay,
I did.

You did?

Yeah, when he was
wounded in the w*r,

the army hospitals
gave him medicine,

laudanum to ease his pain.

And when he came home,
he still needed it,

so I kept giving it to him.

I hoped that I could
take it away slowly

little by little.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That the son you loved,

that this whole town honored
as a w*r hero,

was worse off
than if he was dead.

Wasn't there any way
you could take him off of it?

No, I couldn't.

He kept needing
more and more.

Cam, Tay was an addict.

That night Frank said
he brought him to my house

because he was sick.

He was sick, he was dying.

He went out of his mind.

Frank was
only defending himself,

just as he always claimed.

You say that Tay was dying?

To save my own reputation,

I testified that he died
of a skull fracture.

He didn't.

Narcotics k*lled him.

I gave it to him.

Did hanging onto
what you had mean so much,

so much you'd let Frank Buckley
go to jail?

As it turned out,
I lost everything anyway.

The only reason I'm here now
is because of Laurie.

I owe her that much.

But what I owe Frank,
there's no way to pay.

You're not the only one
that owes Frank.

Will you call off
Chad Morgan now?

Is he in town?

He was an hour ago.

[ knocking on door ]

Laurie.

Oh, Frank.

Oh, what are you doing
in town?

Morgan said he'd k*ll you
if he just saw you here.

Never mind about Morgan,
where's your father?

Oh, I don't know.

Jonesy told me your father tried
to k*ll himself last night.

Yes, and he would have succeeded
if he had been sober.

But if he had been sober,

maybe he wouldn't have tried.

Why, Laurie?

Why does a drunk
do anything?

Yeah,
but what did he say?

Nothing.

But a thing like that,
it's got to start someplace.

It started for him
when you went away to prison.

He...

He didn't tell me
anything then either,

he just started drinking.

Oh, people
made excuses for him

but, you know,
you and Tay, what happened.

Oh, Frank, I don't know.

I'll go look for him,
maybe I could talk to him.

It'll take more than that.

Besides you just can't walk out
in that street

after what Morgan said.

Morgan wouldn't be
stupid enough

to sh**t down
an unarmed man.

No, but he'll keep
insulting you

in front of the whole town
until you--

I can live through insults.

Experts have been working on me
for 5 years, remember?

Now I got to
find your father.

You sure you don't know
where he is?

There are just three saloons.

Thanks a lot.

Frank.

Be careful.

I'm looking for Doc Allen,
have you seen him?

No, I haven't.

He hasn't been in here
today at all.

What about last night?

Oh, he left here
around 12:00.

Buckley.

You again.

Well, it can't be
like it was at the cabin.

There's too many people
watching, Morgan.

You accusing me
of something, Frank?

What do you want?

Well, maybe you heard
I was going to k*ll you.

I want you to know
that's no rumor.

I mean to.

You got anything
to take care of,

you better do it
before tonight.

Morgan,
I know you're not too smart,

but I figured
you were at least smart enough

not to hang for m*rder.

You didn't hang for it.

Besides, we're gonna have
a fair fight, you and me.

Coming from you,
that's almost funny, Morgan.

I wish I felt like laughing.

I know a couple of things

that will probably
get a smile out of you.

I never did tell you this

but Davie is
a bit jealous of you.

Oh, you know Davie Klein,
he's one of my--

or one of Mr. Gault's men.

Well, he's mighty sweet
on Laurie,

Doc Allen's daughter.

Nice girl.

Davie got to know her real well
while you was gone.

Him and a few
of the other boys.

They tell lots of stories,
all right.

But you know her.

That probably
nothing new to you.

But tell me one thing
though,

is it true that...

[ whispering ]

I'm surprised, Frank.

I really am.

I didn't think
you'd make it this easy.

Fabert.

Chad, what's going on?

He will be coming
through them doors

with a g*n any second now.

You leave him be, Chad,
I found out something.

It's too late.

Don't, Frank,
there's no need.

There is now.

And you stay
out of my way, Cam.

Hold it, Morgan.

Stay out of this, Sherman,
I'm just defending myself.

I'm ready, Chad.

Frank.

He's sh**ting him to pieces,
somebody stop him.

Morgan.

You all right?

Yeah, Slim.

Frank,
come on back home.

You sent me packing, Slim.

Did you figure
it'd come to a shootout?

No, I didn't.

I figured wrong.

Well, sometimes
a g*n's the only way.

How long will that
have to be, I wonder.

As long as you and I
are alive.

Maybe Andy will see
the day when it's not.

Supper's on.

Maybe I'll see what day,
Jess?

The day Jonesy learns
how to cook.

Funny thing
you mentioned that.

I didn't expect you back
so soon,

so I only made enough
for three.

Oh, I was only kidding,
Jonesy.

Come on!