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(man gasping) (tense music continues) (knocking on door) - [Jonathan] Just hang on. What is this? Hanging's not till tomorrow. - Bob says now. - [Jonathan] Marshal's
not even here. Lemmy, it's Sunday
for God's sake. - Believe he's planning to get
it done before church starts. - I'll be out in a minute. Just wait out here. Mabel's still sleeping. (door slams) Bastard. Always gotta show off. I thought you'd be
next to me when I woke. - Couldn't sleep. Not well, at least. - Bob's fixing to hang that
horse thief this morning. - It's Sunday. - My thoughts exactly. You best stay here. - I must get ready for church. - One week without won't hurt. Do as I say Mabel. I don't want you to see this. (church bell ringing) I'll be home for supper. (water splashing) (prisoner grumbling) - Thought you needed a bath before you went to meet
your maker. (chuckles) (man imitating choking) (man chuckling) - (sniffs) You smell that? When that sun first
came up this morning, I got my first breath
of fresh air, I thought, "Goddamn! It smells like
a good day for a hanging." - You think I don't
know the reason? Why you don't wanna
wait a day to kill me? - Get in there and
put some irons on him. (door creaking) (bell tolling) The noose is set. If you wanna try something,
a struggle of some sort, well, we won't have to use it. - I'll be waiting for you. Me and the devil. (Mabel sighs) (patriotic drumming music) (horse neighing)
- Go on! (patriotic music continues) - Gather round, folks! Time to watch a hanging! (Bob chuckles) (patriotic music continues)
(bell tolling) (paper rustling) (telegraph clicking) (tense orchestral music) Now, now, Merriweather. If anyone's going to shoot
this bastard, it'll be me. - Bob! I need you to help
get that boy down. - Bob? You met The Almighty in person, you wouldn't call him by
his first name, would you? - Sheriff. I cannot conduct services
with him up there. - Don't you worry none,
I'll get him down, right after this one falls
through that trap door. - Bob. Sheriff. This is the Lord's day. - Well, he can have it back in less than half an hour. - Thought we were
waiting for the marshal. (birds singing) - We'll let him hang
up there long enough for the marshal to
get a good look. - Who in the hell is that? - His boy, I imagine. - He don't belong to me. - Well, another thief, I'm sure. - What's he doing
all the way up there? - I don't suppose
you climbed up there to save your friend's life? - He can't talk. Someone cut out his tongue. - (chuckling) Cut
out his tongue. Well, I hope you got
some other reason. Hate to see you waste your time. Deputy, care to come along? (tense orchestral music) - Get a move on. (tense orchestral
music continues) (footsteps clattering) (tense orchestral
music continues) - I bet you never
had so many people waiting to hear
what you had to say. Almost like someone cut
your tongue out, too. - [Paul] Get on with it. - Good morning, folks. I know this might seem like
an unusual time for this but there's never a bad
time to see justice done. And that is what
you're about to see. This man is a horse thief. A jackal. Been scavenging on the
outskirts of our town. And like all bad men, his
bad got the best of him. Let this be a demonstration. A symbol of what happens
when evil comes around here. (Lemmy claps) (crowd clapping) - I got something to say. - You had your chance. - He has the right
to a few words. - What's the expression? Wax eloquent. - What this man
says here is right. I tried to own something
that didn't belong to me. But the truth is, it didn't
belong to no one else, either. You can take what was once free, and you could call it yours, but it ain't unless
it wants to be. I just ask that no one hurts
themselves on my behalf. - (chuckling) If that
ain't wishful thinking. - Sheriff! Sheriff!
(tense orchestral music) Sheriff! Telegram! (tense orchestral
music continues) From Marshal Graham. - Take off the noose. - It stays where it is! We might hang him in a minute. Read it. - Leaving Mammoth
this morning, stop. Arriving by noon, stop. Questions for prisoner, stop. Must be alive, stop. (tense orchestral
music continues) - While you're at it,
take him back to the jail. (Mabel sighs) He'll hang! By my word, he'll
hang by nightfall! I'll take my breakfast. (melancholic orchestral music) - Get on. - What are you doing here? - The whole town was. - I told you it'd be best
to stay in the house. - That house doesn't
own me, Jonathan. - I just want
what's best for you. To keep you safe. - Or it's that you
don't want your wife to see the things
you take part in. - My part is the law, and I
do my best to abide by it. As we all should. - As you wish. - You talk to me less
and less these days. - My father warned you
I was a quiet girl. - He told me it
would pass with time. - Well, I'm sorry what he
sold you was not what you bargained for.
- Mabel, what has become of you? - A woman can change
just like a man. (bell tolling)
(melancholic music continues) - Even when the seasons change, they don't do so without reason. (bell tolling)
(melancholic music continues) - It will pass. Soon, there will be
no reason for concern. I promise you. (bell tolling) Go on back to the house. I'll be there shortly. - I won't be coming home. There's a boy up on the church. Got to get him down somehow. - A boy? - One of the horse
thief's friends. Must've climbed up this morning.
- Marcus. I hope you can get him down. Please. Take care of yourself. (footsteps clattering) (Mabel sobs) - Another second and
I'd have pulled it, and you'd have dropped
like a sack of potatoes. - Damn it, Lemmy, look
what you made me done. - There ain't nothing wrong
with a little dust in it. - Quit it. Quit it! Get over here and
help me pick it up. - No, thank you. - Get your skinny, little
butt on down the street and buy me another plug. Quit it, dog. - Sure. You got a couple
dollars you can give me? Pay me for my time? - Don't tell me your
pockets got holes in them. Sheriff pays you as well as
he pays me, probably better. - Anyhow I might get something
to satisfy my sweet tooth. Want me to get you anything? - Something sharp. - You're going to
need more than that to get your way out of here. - There's only one man
I'm aiming to kill. - Get! (growls) Get out of it. (tense orchestral music) You ain't been gone
long enough to. (tense orchestral
music continues) - Let him out and
take his chains off. - Ma'am? (tense orchestral
music continues) - Set the prisoner free. - Mabel, don't do this. - [Merriweather] What the
hell are you thinking? - That I don't want to kill you. (Mabel gasps) (gunshot blasting)
(Paul gasps) (Merriweather grunts) - You shot me! - Get out of here! (Merriweather grunts) - Lemmy! Lemmy! (tense orchestral music) Lemmy! - Where are they? The keys!
- Shouldn't have done this. - Paul, where are they? - He's got them. - Lemmy!
- Mabel, no! - Give me the keys! - Shoot the!
(gunshot blasting) (tense orchestral music) - Mabel, you have
to get out of here. (lock clanking) - There's no going back. They'll be coming. (Mabel pants)
(tense orchestral music) (shackles clanking) - Horses? - I didn't think that far. (Mabel gasps) Head to the corral. Are you ready?
- Yes. (gunshot popping)
(Mabel gasps) - Get down! (tense orchestral music) (gunshot popping)
(Mabel shrieks) (shutter clattering) - What damn fool's
interrupting my breakfast? - There's shooting out there.
- Sheriff, you gotta come! - The hell's going on out there? - Merriweather's lying
in the street, Sheriff. With his guts shot out. Mabel's inside the jail. - Mabel Williams? - Sheriff, I think she's- - Fetch Jonathan. - But Sheriff, I-
- Now! Every man with a gun, follow me! (tense orchestral music) (Bob grunts) - Come on, get down, son. Come on, there's
no sense in this. - [Pastor] Careful! - [Lemmy] Jon. Jon! - He's busy. - Merriweather's been shot. Paul's fixing to escape. Mabel's inside the jail. - No, she's not. - I seen her myself. She's gone in the jail with him. - Go home and see
that she's there. - I told you, I seen
her with my own eyes. - You heard what I said. - What about the boy? - [Jonathan] He's safer up
there than anywhere else. - Goddamn, Smithey,
I owe you a drink. - He's still inside? - Yeah, Smithey here's
been holding him down. - Yeah, me and two other
fellas, we got them surrounded. They'd gotten away if we hadn't-
- Hey! When are you gonna
finish my shave? - Soon as it gets
back to normal. - You seen any sign of my wife? - No. Heard that shotgun blast, so I came out of the shop
to see what's going on. Always bring my rifle when
I hear a shotgun blast. - [Jonathan] Sheriff,
she's inside. - She's probably a hostage,
if she's still alive. We would've killed
him this morning. - I will now. (gun clicking) - [Sheriff] What? - Damn, he ain't kidding. (gunshot popping) - Let her out, you hear me? She's got nothing
to do with this! (gunshot popping) Mabel.
(gunshot popping) - Either that son of
a bitch is a bad shot or I reckon-
- He doesn't want to kill him. - What did I miss? - Well, he can't stay
in there forever. - Marshal will be here soon. - Yeah, he's due around noon. - Hey, Smithey. You ready for that drink? - Damn. Sheriff, you know I can't
hold a glass of whiskey and this rifle all at once. Hell, maybe in my younger years. - Deputy? - Not thirsty. - Well, (clears throat)
if they come out, I want to be the first to know. - They? (tense orchestral music) - We use you for ransom. We'll get some horses, and we'll slip past them. They don't know why you're here. - He knows. Or he will, soon. - You don't belong to him. And our fate doesn't,
to any of them. Hey, we'll find a way. (dramatic orchestral music) - Mrs. Williams. I know you ain't here. Mabel? Making supper. Dumb bastard, told you
she was in the jail. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) Where's the sheriff at? - Oh, he's over there
wetting his whistle. - Jonathan. Mabel wasn't at the house. - (chuckling) No,
she's in the jail. - (chuckling
sarcastically) Uh-huh. - Between you and me,
I never liked him much. (footsteps clattering) - Sheriff? - [Bob] What do you want? - It's me. Lemmy. - No shit. - I've been doing some thinking and I've come to thinking I know why Mabel's
in there with him. - Well? - Never had no wife before, so I guess I've never
had no horse thief take her captive, neither. Also, I've never used
a rifle on a man. Or any other gun
for that matter. Just rabbits. Lots of them. - Deputy, I'd like to bend
your ear for a moment. Jonathan, does it puzzle
you as it puzzles me that Mabel found
herself inside the jail? - I plan on asking
her that question after I deliver her
and shoot the bastard. - See, I went in that saloon
to kinda ponder things. Sort of see things
more clear-like. - Sheriff, if you
have something to say I'd prefer you just
say it outright. - I think you already know. It was your wife
that broke in there and tried to break him out. Most likely, it was your
wife that shot my jailer. She's the cause
all of this mess. Deputy, will you stand by
as nothing but a cuckold? (bell tolling) - I was wrong, Mabel. We might not leave this place. (Mabel sighs) - Whatever happens... It'll be together. (dramatic orchestral music)
(wind whirring) - Marshal Graham, I'm Lemmy. Pleased to meet you. - I assume he is still alive? - Well, yes, I wouldn't kill
him without you being here. - Well, I must speak with
him as soon as possible. - That isn't possible. At the moment. - [Graham] Oh. I see. - Never fails. I'm gone a few minutes
and crap happens. - I assume he's in the jail? - With his wife. (tense music) (Graham sighs) - You've clearly laid siege. Has he tried to escape
with his prisoner? - We've got riflemen
on all sides. - I made sure he
couldn't go anywhere. - He's trapped in there
like a fox in his hole. - There are more clever
ways to catch a fox than with one of those. - I just noticed
you ain't carrying. - Never saw a need
for such a thing. (suspenseful music) - What? Hey, wait! (suspenseful music continues)
(gunshot popping) (door clattering) (suspenseful music continues) - Jon! (gunshot blasting)
(Mabel shrieks) (Mabel pants) - What the hell was that? I should have you arrested. Do you hear me?
- Leave him be. Find someone to stop the
blood, or do it yourself. - Lemmy, go fetch Mrs. Wade. - A place for conversation? - This way. - You as well. (door creaking) (Paul grunts) (both panting) - Is he going to
be okay? (panting) - Yeah. (Mabel pants) - I did not mean
to cause all this. - No, you didn't. (bullet clinking) (Mabel sniffs) (background chattering) - You have a parlor? Private room? - Marshal.
- Marshal! - Not that comes to mind. Everyone! Leave! (dramatic orchestral music) (Bob sighs) Shouldn't she be gone, too? - Mrs. Wade? That is your name? - It is. - Mrs. Wade, you are
privy to a conversation, one that is going
to mention things not to be spoken
outside this room. I trust you understand? - I do. - Do you? - Yes, sir. - (chuckling) I suppose,
by now, gentlemen, it would be pointless
to retrace the steps that led us to this
situation across the street. I must say, though, (chuckling) I find it compelling, almost with a touch
of Shakespeare that your wife (chuckling) has become not only
a prominent figure in this current action, but is, in fact, the cause
of our current trouble. (dramatic orchestral music) Sheriff, I assume you have
exhausted all strategies? - Well, we storm them out. Men in front, men behind, and we throw a torch in
there, smoke them out. They won't burn to death. They want to live,
I guarantee that. When they come
out, we grab them. If they come out
shooting, we shoot them. Otherwise, we hang
him as planned. (Graham sighs) - I take no pleasure
in repeating myself. Paul does not die until I've given my word. - What use does he have alive? (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - This horse thief, I
followed for some time. You might say I've
been on his trail. Not too long ago, he
seized a certain animal. Not any regular animal, a prized stallion from
Belle Meade, in Tennessee. The thief apprehended the beast while it was being
transported from back east. Then, not a week ago, he
brought this stolen property to a ranch not far from here, owned by a man named Timberlake. - Please try and keep still. - This Timberlake, it is not clear if he was
an associate of Paul's or merely a pawn in his scheme. Nevertheless, he was- - Killed dead. - I see word travels fast. As you say, the
rancher was murdered, perhaps by the horse thief, or it could have been by the
man who purchased the stallion. - What man? Do you have a name? - I have not been
able to find it, but his tracks, and
those of the horse, I'd followed a great deal, and
they are nowhere to be found. So, I must speak to Paul to learn who has taken
what's been stolen, to find where they've taken it, and to return this
invaluable possession to its rightful owner. - I'm finished. - As I said. Sheriff, I believe the
right course of action is to lure them out, perhaps with a
promise of freedom, or else, even their courage
might get the best of them. Deputy, what are your thoughts? What might you do to
get your wife back? - She's no longer my wife. (smacks table) - Goddamn. Marshal, you wait
right here and see. (doors creaking) - Iago? - Lemmy. Well, Lamule is the
name my mother gave me. - Thank you, Pastor, for
making me feel so at home. I surely like it here. You are very kind. - You are very welcome. Sheriff, will you
please get him down? - That's what I'm here for. - Thank you. This is Lenie Muller. She just arrived from Germany. - Welcome to America,
hold my horse. (suspenseful music) - No!
(gunshot blasting) (suspenseful music) - [Bob] Hey, horse thief! Look'ee here! Got your boy! (Mabel whimpers) You were so preoccupied, I
decided to use the rope on him. - Fool's errand. (suspenseful music continues) - You come on out now, and
I just might let you live. Mrs. Williams, too. You should have seen him fly. He flew like a goddamn
bird! (chuckling) (gunshot blasting) - They'll kill us
now, won't they? - No. Not until he asks what he wants. Then, we just save our lives. - Should we go pick him up? - There's really
no reason for it. You may want to go retrieve
that symbol of authority. It's yours now. After all, this
man's too conflicted for such responsibility. (doors creaking) (gunshot popping) - [Lemmy] Oh, Jesus! - We know he's a
better shot than that. - No shit. - Graham! - [Smithey] Well, this
ought to be interesting. (doors creaking) - Shoot him. - No. Mabel! Not yet. (gun cocking) (badge clinks) - Murderer. - Now, let's not waste
time with insult. Anyway, I didn't kill the boy. - You might as well have, and there's no telling
who will be next. - Are we going to discuss
our business affairs or is she gonna
shoot me in the back? - Well, she might. - Where is it? The stallion. You are aware that I am your
only means of deliverance? - I know you'll
shoot me, Graham. What about her? - The hero. Always more concerned for
the woman than himself. - Oh, we're all villains here,
Graham, of varying degrees. - She may live. I have no ill will toward her, but I can't speak for
what her husband might do. You see, he's quite upset. - I'll show you
where the horse is. Give us till dark. - I see. A bittersweet farewell. Not past 12. - Oh, we'll come out. - "And we have heard
the chimes of midnight." Or we soon shall. (footsteps clomping) When the town's fast
asleep, they'll come out. - What happens then? - I think it best that
this be a private matter. - Oh. Yes, sir. I believe I have enough material
to write the first edition. - [Graham] You have
proven yourself useful. - Yes, sir. I ain't going nowhere. - Sheriff, I trust
you'll stand by. - By your side. - And I am to wait. "Though waiting so be hell." (dramatic music) (customer sighs) (dramatic music continues) (hooves clomping) (dramatic music continues) (body scraping) - Would you like another, Jon? (Jonathan grunts) - I'll have one more. Did you hear me? (whiskey trickling) (glasses clinking) Where'd everyone run off? - Home. Where we all should be. - There's no home to go back to. (Jonathan sighs) You wear it on the inside, so they don't know who you
are unless you want them to. (ominous music) - I'm gonna relieve myself. - [Barman] You do that. (door clattering) (ominous music continues) - I'll check on him to make
sure he doesn't fall in. - Would it be so bad if he did? (ominous music continues) (urine splattering) - What's that letter? In your coat? - Ain't none of your concern. (ominous music continues) (both grunt) (Lemmy grunts) (Lemmy wails) (punches thumping) (Lemmy groans) (ominous music continues) (Lemmy grunts) You can't do this! (Lemmy grunts) I'm the sheriff!
(Jonathan grunts) (crickets chirping) - [Mabel] "For my husband. (thoughtful piano music) I have not been your
wife for some time now. And, perhaps I never was, in the ways that you wanted. You will remember this
Sunday, four weeks past, when the widower, Timberlake,
lost his own wife. (dramatic orchestral music) He was alone, and shouldn't be. The lie I told to myself, that you would be glad
to see me go awhile, was the turn side of the truth. I did not know it yet, but it was I who
wanted to be gone. To be free. And that is something I
didn't know was missing, until I felt it. I think a woman doesn't know
what it means to be on her own. She grows up with her mother and her father telling
her, keeping her. And before she's old
enough, a man comes along. (water trickling) She has no time. She doesn't really know if
anything is for her, because, she's never really
been just her." - [Paul] Get up, come on! Get up! Get up! Go! Yah. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - Mabel, my sister's son, Paul. - Ma'am. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) Looks like you've never
seen a horse before. - I have. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - Where did you
get this one from? He eats like a bear but it
looks like his mama was a wolf. (Paul laughs) - Oh, trust me, when
he ain't eating, he's talking too
much to be either. - It's true. - Where'd you find this one? - She's been helping me
through ever since Mary passed. - Thank you. - Where are the horses from? - Many places. Why? - That white horse is beautiful. Were they wild? - Yeah. - What are you
gonna do with them? - He brought them
here to sell, Mabel. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - When? - Tomorrow. (Marcus clears throat) - Can I have some
more peas, please? - Of course.
- Thank you. (dishes clinking) (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - [Mabel] "I wanted
to believe him, but some part of me knew." (dramatic orchestral
music continues) (hooves clomping) - [Paul] Yah! Pull in. - Where'd you really
find those horses? They all got brands on them. The stallion, it's not wild. - It was, once. Just as you are, once. - I'll be headed to town
now, to fetch my husband. He'll be along shortly
with the sheriff. I suggest you leave. Those horses aren't
yours to sell! - Yeah, and why's that? Huh? Someone else stole them first. They were taken from their land. From their own. So, what does it mean that I took something that was
never theirs to begin with? (dramatic music) - Then, why don't
you sit them free? - I think it's you that
wants to be set free. If you want to go, I
ain't stopping you. You tell the sheriff,
but I ain't leaving. - [Mabel] "I should
have come to you. Part of me will never
know why I didn't. When I returned, a
stranger had arrived. He'd come for the white horse." - That's my final offer. Does it not suit you? - It's not for sale. (tense orchestral music) - I've traveled a good
distance to make this purchase, and I don't intend to
leave until it's complete. (tense music continues) - Marcus, go tend to the horses. - But I just did!
- Move, boy. Move. (tense music continues) (door clatters) - There's nothing for
purchase around here, so I think it'd be best if you hop on your
horse and you get out. (Graham sighs) - If there's another buyer- - There isn't. (tense orchestral
music continues) Those horses are
rightfully owned by no one. (Graham sighs) - By my recollection, we had an agreement. Are you aware that
the authorities might want to know
your whereabouts? - I'm aware of who you are, and I don't think
it'd look very good for a marshal to be
buying stolen horses. Would it? - Godspeed. (dramatic orchestral music) - I'm a-guessing she has
something to do with this. Wouldn't be the first time you've went after something
that wasn't yours. - She's free to
do what she wants. - Well, what do you want
to do with the horses? - Let them go. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - "And later that same
day, he honored his word. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) As I watched them
run free I felt, for the first time in my life, (hooves clomping) I was, too." Why did you change your course? - Maybe I've been going
the wrong direction for awhile now. It only took a small touch
to send me the other way. - When I was very young, I
would sneak out of my window after my father went to sleep, and I'd just wander around
in the woods for hours, not scared of the dark,
not afraid to be alone. One night, I saw this
beautiful white mare. She was moving through the
thicket and she came so close, I could almost touch her. The next morning, my father
put boards on the window, and not a month after that,
I saw that white mare. She was in a stable
on the edge of town. She had been broken in, and she did not look at all
like she did that night, but I knew it was her. - You don't belong to me, Mabel. Or to any man, for that matter. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) - "I cannot describe
these horrors." Oh, my God!
- Marcus! Hey, hey, Marcus.
- Oh my! - Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, Marcus! Marcus!
(Mabel sobs) Who did this? Who did it? Marcus. You're okay. - [Mabel] "But I can tell you that I have never
seen such evil." (dramatic orchestral
music continues) (Mabel sighs) - Mabel, you need to get home. - No. - I don't know what's
gonna happen, okay? But I do know that
if you stay here, it won't get any better. (melancholic orchestral music) - [Mabel] "A couple of
days after my return, the word around town was
they captured a horse thief upon orders from
the county marshal. I did not know
where I should be. There was no home,
anymore, to go to. How many words could it take
to explain these things? By the time you've read
the ones I've chosen, I may be dead, or soon will be. It was never my want
to cause you pain, only to know what it
means to be free." - [Paul] Get the marshal! (crickets chirping) - No need to strain
your voice, Paul. I've been waiting. - If we come out now, do I have your word that no one will shoot
on me or the lady? - You have my word as
an officer of the peace. Put the gun down, Paul, and there'll be no more
unnecessary violence. (crickets chirping) - Only the necessary kind,
ain't that right, Marshal? - Deputy. Your wife and her new man, here, have decided to
turn themselves in. - The boy should be
given a proper burial. - Put your gun down
and I'll see to it that he gets what he deserves. (suspenseful music) (gunshots popping) (Graham wails)
(Mabel shrieks) (gunshots popping)
- Come on! (suspenseful music continues) I think the only
way is to go around. (suspenseful music continues) (Mabel pants) - Stop.
- Don't! - You're not gonna stop us. - Mabel. You're free. (gunshot popping) (Mabel wails) - I told you he doesn't die! - I wasn't aiming for him. (Mabel sobs) (gunshot popping) - You've ruined everything. (Mabel sobs) He was the only one that knew. - She knows. She was there.
(Mabel sobs) (rifle thudding) (Mabel sobs) (crickets chirping) You thought you got the
best of Lemmy, didn't you? Always treating me like
you're better than me. - Coward. - That'll do. We have some business
to attend to. - What now, Graham? He's dead. - There's no doubt in your mind that she knows where
my stallion is? - I wouldn't be surprised
if he knows, too. She probably told
him in that letter. - You read that letter.
- Quiet! Mabel, I've got some plans
for you, too, darling. (key clinking) - This correspondence... Where is it? - May I? What do you think's going to
happen to her when you're gone? (slap smacking)
(Mabel wails) (door creaking) - I told you it was a bad
idea to bring her here. - I think Mrs. Wade knows, now, the meaning of discretion, and there will be much
bloodshed in the time coming up. We need you, Deputy, and your estranged wife to live, so that you can give me back
what is rightfully mine. - You don't know
what's right anymore. You never did. - Marshal, I brought some
food for the woman, may I? - In a short while. And she may not have
a tongue to taste. Smithey? - [Smithey] Yes, Marshal? - You are a barber, if
I remember correctly? - [Smithey] Yes, sir. - Would you happen to
have your straight razor? Could I borrow it? - Marshal, with all due respect, this ain't what I bargained for. I'd just soon take my rifle and leave you all alone
to your own affairs. - (exhales) Why, of course. Sheriff? Can you think of any reason
why he shouldn't take leave? - Not at all. Smithey, have a good night. (crickets chirping)
(gunshot popping) (suspenseful music) - Now, I trust that we shall
have no more interruptions. (suspenseful music continues) (footsteps clomping) Sheriff, would you be so kind as to hold the
prisoner's head for me? - Gladly. (Jonathan grunts) (Mabel pants) - Please! Stop. I'll tell you what
you want to know. (dramatic orchestral
music continues) (Graham sighs) - Where's my stallion? - Paul... He set it free. - Noble gesture. And a lie. I've never seen a
thief so generous. (footsteps clomping) Perhaps you'll
tell me the truth. - Jon. - You wouldn't
recognize the truth. - Try me. - "If they prick us,
do we not bleed?" - We have similar tastes. Shame. Soon, you won't have any taste. - [Jonathan] "If
they tickle us." - Mabel, please. - "Do we not laugh? If they poison
us, do we not die? And if they wrong us." - "Shall we not revenge?" (gun cocking)
(dramatic orchestral music) (gunshot popping) - Are you all right? - Yes. - Oh, I wish I
could've done more. - Thank you. - He may come back again. - Mabel, you have to leave now. (tense orchestral music) - Wake the town. (bell tolling)
(tense orchestral music) (Smithey grunts) (gunshot blasts) (tense orchestral
music continues) (Graham pants) - "And Caesar's spirit,
raging with revenge." - Do you have
someplace you can go? (Mabel sighs) - The ranch. I feel safe there. What are you going to do? - Make sure Graham
doesn't follow you. - Jonathan.
- Mabel. I meant what I said. You're free. - Yah! Yah. (dramatic orchestral music)
(hooves clomping) (tense orchestral music) - "With Ate by his side, come straight from hell." - Marshal Graham,
you're under arrest. - "Shall in these confines
and with a monarch's voice cry 'Havoc!' and let
slip the dogs of war!" (gunshot popping) (Graham coughs) (Graham sputters) (dramatic orchestral music) (footsteps crunching) - Deputy. (Mabel sighs) - Come with me. (dramatic orchestral music)
