Long Shadows (2025) Movie Script
1
(ethereal music)
(wind blowing)
(dramatic music)
- Preston, Preston.
Marcus. Marcus.
Marcus, can you hear me? My God.
(dramatic music)
(bell tolling)
- [Sister Luisa] Are you ready,
Marcus?
(horse whinnies)
(dramatic music continues)
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
(horse chuffs)
This is to help you get
by, until you get home.
Marcus, your mother was right.
Follow your heart, huh?
And don't ever lose
your imagination.
- [Marcus] Thank
you, Sister Luisa.
(dramatic music continues)
(people chattering)
(horse chuffs)
(horse whinnies)
- Hey, boy, don't you know
you never touch a man's horse
unless you're invited?
Naughty. I'll take
a ball and chalk.
- Ned, get back to work.
Do you need anything sweetie?
- A horse.
- Oh, well it happens, I
know a man who sells them.
Come into the saloon,
we'll discuss it.
(horse whinnies)
Come on.
Ned.
- Huh?
(people chattering)
- Please. Have a seat.
What would you like?
- Water.
- Oh, okay.
- Thank you.
- Mm, what's your name, sweetie?
- Marcus.
- Marcus. I'm Vivian.
Vivian Villere.
Welcome to Purgatory.
- Huh. Fancy.
- Yeah.
Marcus, are you looking
to be entertained tonight?
- Excuse me?
- Yeah. Do you want
company, a girl?
Oh, well, what kind of an
horse are you hoping to buy?
- One to get me home.
- Oh, well.
You should go see Titus at the
livery up the street.
You tell him that I sent
you and he'll do you right.
Where are you staying?
Oh, now I have rooms.
50 cents a night.
Can you do that?
Oh good.
Oh, you've been working
on the railspur?
- Aged outta the
mission orphanage.
- Huh.
Is that a fact?
Mmm.
(mellow music)
- Come sit by me.
I like that you're reading
that book I gave you.
- Mom...
- Huh?
- What's a shaman?
- A shaman is a healer
connected to the divine.
He knows in all people that good
and evil walk hand in hand.
In the end, goodness
must lead the way.
- I dream about those etchings.
- Don't ever lose
that imagination.
I got a new name
for you, Shaman.
- [Mom] He's an artist.
- He gets that from you.
(chuckles)
It's in his blood.
- Another one aged out
from the orphanage.
(dramatic music)
Received a cash stipend.
- Mm, well might be
time for the Mexican
to earn some bread
and honey, huh?
- Oh, the beauty of restitution.
(chickens clucking)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(breathing heavily)
(coyotes calling)
(door opening)
- (gasps) Please, please.
Don't hit me again.
- I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I locked
you in this room.
I didn't want you to run away
before we had a chance to talk.
You remind me of myself
when I was young,
ambitious, smart,
beautiful, hmm.
You told me you wanted to attend
the Conservatory of Music.
Well, you're not gonna
earn enough money
playing the piano downstairs.
That is just a fact.
Think about the opportunity
that you have
being here with me.
Men control this world.
It's never gonna change.
But we have our
own kind of power.
Let me show you
how to manipulate
that power to your benefit.
You can be a victim or
you can control your fate.
I wasn't raised to be like this.
Well, my girls, they earn
their way to respectability.
What they do here doesn't get
in the way of them marrying
a rancher or a doctor or any
of the noble professions.
(sighs)
- I don't know.
- There's a charming
young man in room three.
Why don't you go and see him?
(knocking)
(people chattering in distance)
- May I come in?
- Okay.
(gentle music)
- Miss Vivian sent me.
- For what?
- Companionship, you know?
Pleasure.
- I didn't ask for any pleasure.
- Then why are you here?
- I could ask you the same.
(breathing heavily)
(breathing heavily continues)
You don't have to do that.
(sighs)
- Thank you.
I don't want to be here.
I have never...
been with a man.
- Well, I've never been
with a girl either.
Sister Luisa,
she said that's something
special that you save.
- May I?
This is beautiful.
This is your home?
- Was.
(hooves thudding)
(tense music)
- What is your name?
- Marcus Dollar.
Yours?
(clock ticking in background)
- Belle DuBois.
- I've never heard
that kind of name.
- My real name is Dulce Flores.
- Dulce.
Sweet.
(softly laughs)
Why are you
using a fake name?
Something to do
with Miss Vivian?
How'd you wind up here?
- Me Papa, he made pottery.
Oh, and my sister,
she's just like him.
When he died, she wanted
me to be like her.
We got in a big
argument and I left.
- To come here?
- No...
to make enough money
to attend the
Conservatory of Music.
- Music?
- I play piano.
Miss Vivian, she
hired me to play here.
At least that's what I thought.
After a while she
said I had to do more.
I refuse.
(Dulce sniffles)
- She do that to you?
(sniffles)
- Her and Ned. They beat Myra.
(dramatic music)
She was one of the girls
here. They hurt her so bad.
I never saw her again.
All I want to do is
go home. (whimpering)
- Dulce, Dulce, wake up.
- (gasps) I need to
get back to my room.
- No wait.
I'm fixing to buy a
horse. I'll take you home.
- You will?
- That's right.
- But Miss Vivian and Ned
live downstairs and
I don't see how--
- I'm going to get
you outta here.
Trust me.
I won't be long.
- [Titus] Oh Lord, but now
I'm found
- [Marcus] Excuse me.
- What can I do for you?
- Need a horse.
What about that one?
- Duchess?
She belongs to Sheriff Tibbs.
Will run you north
of 200 or more.
Hold on now, fella. I
got others, I got others.
- I need one cheap
and I need it now.
- Ah, you got a name?
- Marcus.
- Tell you what,
Marcus, sell you
that old mule right
there for $10.
Another three and pay my
boy Jesse for that saddle
and bridle, over train.
Yeah. Get you
wherever you're going.
- I'll take him.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps approaching)
Let's go, Dulce.
- [Ned] Belle?
Belle?
- [Marcus] Are you okay?
- [Ned] What are you doing?
Hey!
Hey, you!
Hey, you!
Hey, come back.
- [Marcus] Hold on, Dulce.
- You come back
here. Not a snipe.
Vivian, Vivian!
- What are you yelling about?
- Belle and that dustbin lad
took off on a mule.
- What?
- Right now.
- She saw what we did to Myra.
- Who's gonna miss
a dead whore?
- Nobody unless that Mexican
girl opens her mouth.
- You are as stupid as you're
ugly. Now, go find her.
Lest, we will be
swinging on the gallows.
(dramatic music)
(horse chuffs)
- I have been praying for God
to deliver me from the mess
I got myself in.
(gentle music)
Just when I lost hope
and didn't want to live anymore,
he sent to you.
I will never forget.
Why don't you stay, get rest?
Leave in the morning.
- I best get on.
(gentle music continues)
- Thank you.
I hope I will see you again.
(gentle music continues)
- Dulce.
(both speaking Spanish)
(gentle music)
(wind blowing)
(birds chirping)
(hooves thudding)
(tense music)
- Preston.
- It's okay.
(gun blasts)
- Oh. Kip, grab her.
- Please, don't
hurt us. I beg you, please.
(man grumbles)
Please.
- Pa!
- [Preston] Marcus, run.
Run now.
- Hey!
You move,
(gun cocks)
(Mom screams)
you die!
- Pa!
(Mom screaming)
- Sam.
- [Mom] Preston!
No!
- [Marcus] No, no! Please!
No, please, no!
Pa!
- Hey, Sam.
Kill him.
- [Marcus] No, no, no!
- No!
- [Marcus] Please, no, don't!
- [Preston] No! (echoes)
(mule brays)
(hooves thudding)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(hooves thudding)
- You make sure Jeremiah's
widow gets the reward.
- She'll appreciate that.
- Chuck, get these worthless
side winders to the dead house.
- Oh my God.
- God had nothing to do with it.
(woman singing in French)
(people chattering)
(woman singing in
French continues)
(woman laughing in background)
- [Ned] Very nice. (speaking
French)
Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies, gentlemen,
though we may taste the
fruits of their labor,
may we never be tempted.
Whores, whores, whores.
May you burn in hell.
- Ned.
- What you guy's plan, hmm?
- Wipe your chin.
- [Ned] Chin?
- It's good whiskey.
- Wipe your chin.
(laughs)
The ears all red. Idiot been
sneaking with the horse again.
Vivian.
- Good job, Vivian's
not here right now.
Maybe I'm a stickler
for a horse. Eh?
- Oh, that's a big talk for
a jaw flapping Englishman.
- Ah Vivian. Always
telling me what to do.
I'm sick of this rubbish.
- The hell's got you
so riled up today?
- We had another girl
run off,
Bella DuBois.
Wasn't even a real whore.
A little on the mitten, eh.
Ended up running off with
some ragamuffin on a mule.
Hey, then Vivian, she asked
me to go after her,
like I'm some
Pinkerton or something.
A lot of bullocks.
- Burning the breeze today, Ned.
- Yes, I am. Three sheets
to the wind, my friend.
Three sheets to the wind.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(gun blasts)
- Marcus. (crying)
(Mom screaming)
Oh. (crying)
(gun cocks)
(gun blasts)
- Oh my God.
(gun blasts)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly continues)
- Grave robbing?
(gun cocks)
Face me when I'm
talking to you, boy.
State your business.
- Just wanted to come home.
- What's your name?
- Marcus Dollar.
- Yeah, I had a feeling
you'd be back one day.
Sorry what happened
to your folks.
That was a grievous thing.
- How'd you know?
- Mentioned it in the tax sale.
Nobody wanted this
place because of it so,
I bought it, fair and square.
(gun un-cocks)
You ate?
- Two days ago.
- I got some airtights
if you want 'em.
(dramatic music)
(sighs)
- [Bobby] Hi, Judge.
- [Roy] Hey, look out.
(laughs) Bobby say hi
to your dad.
- Here comes news of the world.
- Afternoon, Roy.
- Wesley, Deac.
- [Wesley] Pull up a chair.
- I wish I could.
I'm buried in work.
I just came by to--
- Don't tell me
you're buried in work.
I see that San Francisco
Chronicle you're holding.
- Man's gotta keep
up with the times.
- Deac, the judge here
thinks we should keep up
with the times.
- Be like trying
to catch your own shadow.
- Well, listen to this.
Gottlieb Daimler, German
mechanical engineer has
designed and produced
the world's first
four-wheel motor wagon.
I'm gonna get me
one of them. (laughs)
And the first
alternating current
electrical power plant
in the US begins
operation in Great
Barrington, Massachusetts.
(horse whinnies outside)
You boys are hopeless.
Wesley, I just came by
to ask you if you'd speak
for me at my campaign event.
- Well, Roy, you know I
won't dance around the truth.
You willing to risk that?
- (sighs) Wesley, how long
have we been friends?
- Since '68.
- You were circuit
judge in Wickenburg.
- Glad to see that whiskey
hadn't dulled your memory.
I remember when you
and your young charge
here were scraping
just to make ends meet.
And look at you now.
The Pima County
duly elected sheriff
and deputy for five years,
thanks to my endorsements.
Though I still can't figure out
who's looking after who.
- Roy, you know I'll be there.
- Good, 'cause Curtis
Bean is stepping down
and that territorial
delegate seat
to the US Congress is wide open.
I aim to claim it.
I'll be damned if those
boys in Washington are going
to tell us who we are
or what we believe.
My God, this is the
Arizona territory.
The least governed...
- [Both] Is the best governed.
- You didn't care for the beans?
- [Marcus] They were fine.
- Ain't no way of getting
past it, being here,
it's bringing it all back.
(dramatic music)
Heard talk it was the
Weaver Gang.
Yeah. Sounded like him
from what I know.
(dust blows)
- Law followed up,
but they claimed they
were in Nogales.
- I seen a lot of
killing in my time.
It ain't nothing you get over.
You get to siesta, fine by me.
(dramatic music continues)
(door opens, closes)
(dramatic music continues)
(young Marcus sniffles)
- Ma? (crying)
(dramatic music continues)
(bell tolling)
- Let me know if
you need anything.
- Thank you, Sister Luisa.
(Sister Luisa speaking Italian)
(children chattering)
(pencil scribbling)
- Can I see?
I am Alberto Miguel
Desvante Medina.
You may call me Berto.
What's your name?
- Marcus Preston Dollar.
- What about your parents?
- Murdered.
There was four of 'em.
One day, I'll find them.
(children laughing)
(man shushing)
- Father Rossetti
puts me in the cellar.
(belt slaps)
(Berto groans)
He blames
me for everything.
Never them.
They stick together.
We should too.
Desperadoes.
(light piano music)
(birds chirping)
(both speaking Spanish)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish continues)
(sniffles)
(gentle music)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish continues)
(rattlesnake tail rattles)
(mule chuffs)
- Wish we'd get a rain.
(gun cocks)
- Son, don't steal up on a man
with his back turned.
- Sorry.
- Something out there?
- Yeah.
Something's out there.
Six years. I've been thinking
about coming back here
only to find that
it's not home anymore.
- Where are you headed?
- Tombstone, maybe.
- I think it's better stay here.
- Where?
- Well, I could use a
hand around the place.
You just sit up here
for free for a while.
While you're looking for
something more permanent.
Does that old Dan haul lumber?
Well, why don't you hitch him
to that buckboard yonder,
head in to Camp
Lowell for supplies.
Tell 'em to put it on my bill.
- Never did tell me your name.
- Garrett, Dallas Garrett.
(dramatic music)
Now, all's we need is
a fresh coat of paint.
- By the way, you owe
me for the materials.
Foreman said he didn't know you.
- Oh, he did?
Well, next time I'll go
and straighten him out.
(coyote whimpering)
- Sure is acting funny.
(gun blasting)
(coyote yelps)
Why'd you do that?
- He was wounded. The others
would've turned on him.
It's the merciful way out.
- I've never seen
shooting like that.
- Yeah.
You're lucky, I guess.
- Well, there was
this one time, I...
- What?
- I do not understand why Sister
Luisa took us to that farm.
Do you know?
- Mm-mm.
- I do not want cows
for a living.
- Then what else would you do?
- I want to be a
locomotive engineer.
(guns blasting)
(people screaming)
- Get down.
(people shouting)
(gun cocks, blasts)
- Dead eye.
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnies)
(revolver spins)
(horse whinnies)
(guns blasting)
- Are you boys okay, huh?
- You ever married?
- Long time ago.
What's it like?
- Well, it ain't all
about the loving.
That'll get you hitched but
ain't gonna keep it that way.
That takes commitment.
What about you?
You got a girl?
- Not yet.
There's one I've been thinking
about an awful lot though.
(both speaking Spanish)
(mule chuffs)
- Hello, Marcus. This
is who I spoke of.
Marcus, this is
my sister, Blanca.
- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure's mine.
- What brings you here?
- Need a few supplies.
- Anything in particular?
- Need jerky, flour, and coffee.
(door opens, closes)
- What have you been doing?
- Well, I've been
thinking about you.
(Dulce chuckles)
- I have a, I have thought
about you some too.
(Marcus clears throat)
- I uh, I'd be honored
to call on you.
- Well, what about this Sunday?
I know the perfect place.
(pleasant music)
- You can see forever up here.
- It is my secret hideaway.
(both sighing)
- You afraid of high places?
- Mm.
- Then why do you come up here?
- I've been sad.
- To think.
- Why were you in the
Mission Orphanage?
- My Ma and Pa were
killed by horse thieves.
They tried to kill me, too.
- I'm so sorry.
(gentle music)
- [Marcus] I relive every
day I had with my family.
You can never get time back.
- I know.
Me Mama died when I was 14.
Papa last year, of a
broken heart, I think.
Like you, I would give
anything to have them back.
- Something beautiful
about the desert.
Beautiful, I...
- I was so afraid
before I met you.
- I won't let anything
happen to you ever again.
(gentle music)
(wind blowing)
(trees rustling)
(horse chuffs)
- I got a new name for you.
- Shaman?
Hey, where you been?
What you been up to, huh?
(horse chuffs)
- There you go, Kasper.
(people chattering)
(Kasper coughs)
- What are you looking at, boy?
- No!
- Nothing.
You know who owns the gray
quarter horse outside?
- Yep.
What of it?
- Nice animal.
- He's mine, best I ever had.
I've had a few.
- Where'd you get him?
- You ask a lot of
questions, friend.
- Just need a
sound horse is all.
- Nogales.
If you're looking to buy,
ain't never gonna happen.
- Man oughtta know how to ride
and shoot good, shouldn't he?
- Ah, I suppose.
- My Pa taught me how to ride.
Taught me a lot of things.
He died before he could
teach me much about guns.
- There's not much to
it. Just aim and pull.
- Well, I can do that,
but I wanna be an
expert draw like you.
- What makes you
think I'm an expert?
- Way you dropped that coyote.
I wanna know how to draw fast.
- You don't gotta
be fast to kill a varmint.
Just accurate.
- But I might find myself
in a difficulty where
someone calls me out.
- That's the part
that don't add up.
The other night you
were sparrow chasing
and now you want to
be a gunslinger?
- I saw the man
who killed my Pa.
- How can you be so sure?
- I'll never forget his face.
He's riding the horse my
Pa was breaking for me.
Name's Len Kasper.
- Kasper rode with
the Weaver Gang.
You call them out, you're
asking for the grave.
And I ain't gonna
help you dig it.
- All right. I laid my cards
down, now you do the same.
- I'm not playing your game.
- You left out the
a part where you
was an outlaw called Dead Eye.
- Who told you that?
- About six years ago you
robbed a bank in Tucson.
I saw it with my own eyes.
- See, that's what
I'm talking about.
You got some kind
of imagination.
- Teller came out from the
bank with a scatter gun.
You shot it from his hands
just like you shot that coyote.
- You gonna turn me in?
- You gonna teach
me how to draw?
Can I see that one?
(dramatic music)
(gun cocks)
(gun blasts)
- [Dallas] Now, keep
both eyes open.
Now breathe.
If you wanna master
anything, find your rhythm.
Find your spirit.
That's where the truth hides.
(gun blasting)
Don't suppose there's any
talking you out of this.
(gun blasts)
Calling a man out
ain't a halfway game.
It's kill or be killed.
(insects chirring)
(coyote howling)
- I've come for my horse.
(tense music)
- Take him.
- Remember?
I want names.
- Look fella, you, you got the
wrong guy, okay?
I have no idea what
you're talking--
(gun blasts)
(Len Kasper moaning
and screaming)
- I want names!
- Please. You have
to understand.
It was all Knox Weaver's
idea. Sam and Kip Riley.
They, they, they, they
did most of it. Okay?
I, I, I didn't want to. I
didn't want to. I promise.
But they, they made
me, they made me do it.
- Who killed my brother?
- Hey, Kip.
- Who killed my brother?
- Okay. I killed him. All right?
I killed your damn brother
and it was an accident.
I told you it was an accident.
(gun cocks)
But when I kill you,
it won't be. (laughs)
(Len groans)
- Where are they?
- Since the last I heard Kip,
he, he, he was digging graves
in a bone orchard in
Rillito. (grunting)
- Knox Weaver?
- I ain't seen Knox in years.
(Len grunting)
(gun cocks)
(Len groaning)
I swear, I ain't the
same as I was back then.
- Me neither.
(gun blasts)
(dramatic music)
- Killed Kasper, didn't you?
- He killed himself.
(flies buzzing)
- Wesley.
Single mule tracks coming in
and a horse heading out.
- Hmm.
- Barkeep said Kasper's
horse is missing.
- You stay here.
You ask around.
- [Deac] What evil
has this man done?
- That's what we're
gonna find out.
(dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Mom] Preston!
- [Preston] No!
(dramatic music)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Berto] Marcus.
I'm leaving. Come with me.
- I can't, I'm sorry.
- Okay, amigo.
Desperadoes for life.
(bell tolling)
(Berto groans)
- (speaking Spanish) Marcus.
- Berto?
- Si.
Ah amigo, are you alone?
Did anyone follow you?
- I, I'm alone. Why?
What are you doing here?
- On the run from the law.
Yeah. Come inside.
Cannot believe I'm seeing you.
Tell me everything.
- Aged out.
Learned a fella bought
my family's place.
Remember when we saw
that bank robbery?
- Dead eye?
- That's who bought it.
(dramatic music)
- Whoa.
(coyote howling)
- [Marcus] Berto, when you got
in trouble with the law,
did you kill someone?
(speaking Spanish)
- How do you feel about it?
- He deserved it.
- I killed someone last night.
- One of the men that
murdered your family?
- Fact is, I plan
on killing the rest.
I can't help it. Think I should?
- What do you have to gain?
More importantly, what
do you have to lose?
(horse hooves thudding)
- [Marcus] Dulce?
- [Dulce] Marcus.
What a surprise to see you.
- Where's Blanca?
- Out back, why?
- [Marcus] I ah...
- [Dulce] Well what is wrong?
- I don't know.
It's just something happened
and I'm not sure about
everything and what I--
- Marcus, you are scaring me.
- I don't wanna
scare you, Dulce.
That's not what
I'm trying to do.
I like you. I like you
a lot, a whole lot.
- I like you very much,
too. You know that right?
- Yeah, I know that's
part of the problem.
It's just, I did something
and I don't wanna hurt
you, but it might.
And I don't want that to happen.
I took something from somebody
and I'll never be
able to give it back.
(dramatic music)
(both breathing heavily)
- [Dulce] Hey, it's okay.
(door opens)
(shovel digging)
(Kip grunting)
(dirt crunching)
(coyote howling)
- You Kip Riley?
- Who wants to know?
(gun cocks)
- I'll ask the questions.
Where's Knox Weaver?
- They's up in Red Rock.
(gun blasts)
(Kip moaning)
What'd you do to me?
What'd you do to me?
- [Mom] Please!
- [young Marcus] Ma!
- You should have killed me
when you had the chance.
(gun blasts)
- [Deac] Find anything?
- I got in late last night.
I lost him at the rail tracks.
I rode the line until
there weren't no more.
I don't know where
the hell he is.
- Sheriff. Sheriff, you
ain't gonna believe this.
Kip Riley got killed,
last night up in Rillito.
He and his brother Sam
rode with Knox Weaver,
same as Kasper.
- Hmm. Weaver still around?
- Red Rock.
- Well, death's
knocking on his door.
(dramatic music)
(rattlesnake tail rattles)
Titus.
- Yes sir.
- Didn't you have
an old mule back
in that back stall over there?
- I sure did.
- What happened to it?
- I sold him to a young
man Miss Vivian sent me.
- He have a name?
- It was uh, Mark?
It's Marcus. Marcus.
Yeah. Nice young man.
- Was he with a girl?
- No, by himself.
- Did he say anything
else? Anything at all?
- Seemed like he was in a hurry.
- Thank you, Titus.
- Afternoon, Wesley.
- Vivian.
- Please.
Would you like a little whiskey?
- Ah, that would be real nice.
(people chattering
in background)
Thank you.
I see Ned's calmed down.
He was raising holy hell the
other day when you were gone.
- Was he now?
- Rambling on about a
couple of your girls
that disappeared,
Belle something.
Said she ran off with an
orphan boy on a mule? (laughs)
So, that's two runaways
you had lately.
Hmm.
What was that other girl's name?
Oh, Myra.
- They come and go. It's just
in the nature of the business.
(sniffs)
- I wonder where they go.
- No idea.
- Ah.
- Then Myra, she's
a laudanum addict.
I rescued her from
the living hell
of the man she was
traveling with.
I did my best.
As for the other, Mexican
potter's daughter.
No telling. You know how I
am with my girls, Wesley.
They're my children, never let
any harm happen to them.
I've known you a
long, long time.
You carry a vein of sorrow.
A mile deep.
(chuckles)
- Maybe we're
kindred spirits. (chuckles)
I always liked you, Vivian.
I always respected the
way you run your business.
But I have to ask
you, if they come
and go like you said,
how come you sent Ned looking
for that Mexican girl?
- Because I was worried about
her. I am worried about her.
Do you have any idea what
these doves go through?
What I've been through?
I thought not.
(gentle piano music)
- Solicitor Conway
petition the court
to allow the decedent's
son, Marcus P Dollar,
to testify since he was the
only witness to the crime.
Judge Holt denied Conway's
request on grounds
that said son is 12 years old,
so not of legal age to testify?
Roy dismissed all charges.
- I'm right impressed Sheriff.
But that don't tell
us where he is.
- Vivian said that the
runaway was the daughter
of a Mexican potter.
Where they gonna
find Mexican stone
on this side of the border?
(horse hooves thudding)
(Marcus groans))
- Marcus are you all right?
- Fine. Been worse.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
- Oh my God. What?
What happened?
(Marcus groaning)
Hey.
- Bullet passed through.
- Who shot you?
I need to clean the wound.
I'll get some hot water and
bandages. Okay? All right.
(Marcus breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
- What the hell happened to you?
- Kip Riley shot me.
- You kill him too?
I was along for Kasper
but I didn't know the
killing was gonna continue.
Time comes you'll regret this.
- Dallas, what would
you do if you were me?
I'd really like to know.
- Son, I've been your ass.
You ain't never been mine.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I'm trying to steer you
clear from winding up like me,
an old man who grieves
every life he took.
The more you take, the
more it haunts you.
- It's too late
to ride around it.
- Only reason I kept
you around is 'cause
I felt sorry for you.
- I didn't ask for pity.
- Well, you get it anyway.
Not gonna stand by
and watch you make the
same mistakes I did.
In the morning, you
ride out. Don't come back.
(dramatic music)
- It ends with Knox Weaver.
- Ladies.
- Good afternoon.
- Wesley Tibbs,
Pima County Sheriff.
Either one of you
know a Vivian Villere?
(Blanca speaking Spanish)
- I will not go back there.
I don't care what you
do to me. I won't!
- Ma'am.
That's not why we're here.
We're looking for Marcus Dollar.
I understand you left out
of Vivian's place with him.
- He was here.
(Dulce speaking Spanish)
He had a bullet hole in his leg.
My sister treated the
wound and then he left.
- Where is he?
You better tell me where he is.
Where is he?
- Leave him alone! (sobbing)
I'm going to ask you one
last time. Where is he?
- Pima Canyon.
- I have swept your
offenses like a clown
and your sins like a mess.
Returned to me for, for
I have redeemed you.
A couple lawmen come by.
Said they didn't know who
was behind them killings,
but said that I might be next.
After they left, I
surmised it was you.
I've known this day was coming.
You have every right to be here.
What happened to you
was unforgivable.
And if it is God's will
that you shoot me dead,
I accept that.
I only ask...
- [Child] Pa.
you spare my family.
- [Mother] Please. (crying)
(gun cocks)
- Like you spared mine?
- You won't believe this,
but I'll tell you anyway.
I only came for the horses.
God knows I wanted to stop him.
I tried to stop him.
I just wasn't strong enough.
Leave her alone!
We're only here for the horses.
- You ain't the boss
no more, old man. I am.
Now, drop your iron and shut up.
Now I said drop it.
That's it.
Yeah. Go ahead now.
- Don't you hurt that boy.
- (sighs) It haunts
me every day...
and I will die sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it.
- No.
(mother and child whimpering)
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned.
- [Mother] It's all right.
- Our father, Lord in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.
Give us the day, daily bread.
Forgive us.
Forgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not
into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
(dramatic music)
- There's nobody in the house.
- Barn's seen a
recent whitewash.
- We know he is
on Kasper's horse.
- It's getting late.
We'll make camp here.
How does a man forgive himself
for killing his only child?
- Forgive yourself, Wesley,
(owl hooting)
you'll have a better past.
- And, Colton's just,
he's just coming home.
I thought he was...
(sighs) if I hadn't have been
drunk, I wouldn't have shot him.
After Colton was gone,
grief killed his mom.
Sarah died.
I quit caring about living.
(somber music)
- Imagine that's what
made you a good soldier.
- Killing will make
you a good soldier.
But the man who earned that
congressional medal of honor
that you wear...
your Pa,
he's the one that taught me
how to be a good officer.
Saved my life.
Me and 16 fine men.
I don't know Deac, maybe
I'm just getting old.
Damned if I want to pull the
trigger on anyone anymore.
That kid ain't had a chance.
What that gang did
to him, the court,
he's fighting demons.
- They all fighting
demons, Wesley.
Your heart's like
a mesquite tree.
Deep rooted, but it
ain't water you seeking.
You're staring at your soul.
(dramatic music)
- [Chuck] Think he knows
we're looking for him?
- [Wesley] I think
it's crossed his mind.
(horse chuffs)
- Glad to make out,
but looks like our boy
is heading this way.
(dramatic music)
(hooves thudding)
- Ya!
(dramatic music continues)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Berto] Marcus, hurry.
Get inside.
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
Who's out there?
- The law.
- Oh, they round us
up, we will hang.
- This ain't your fight, Berto.
- I will do what it
takes to help you.
- [Chuck] Hey!
(gun blasts)
- What the hell are you doing?
Now, he's got an
excuse to fire back.
(guns blasting)
God damn! What the hell!
Marcus Dollar, this is
Sheriff Wesley Tibbs.
You better think about
what you're doing here.
No reason for anybody
to get killed.
- You started it.
- One of my men were just
trying to get your attention.
- You got it, all right.
- I hear you got a girl.
You better think about what
she's doing, how she feels.
Marcus, why don't you drop
your gun and come on out?
We can discuss this.
Deac, make your way over
that wagon over there.
I ain't gonna wait
all day, Marcus.
What's your pleasure?
(guns blasting)
- I've seen people die
that I cared about.
You're not gonna be one more.
Law doesn't know
that you're here.
Hide in the ravine out back.
- No, I'm not leaving.
I'm through running
from the law.
(dramatic music)
(guns blasting)
(Berto groans)
- No, Berto.
- I'm dying for you, man.
Desperadoes for life.
(Marcus sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(gun blasting)
- [Wesley] Marcus Dollar,
you kill one of us,
you're gonna hang for sure.
You come out peaceful,
you got a chance to live.
- Why should I trust you?
- 'Cause I know what
you've been through, son.
I went to the courthouse.
I saw the records.
What the Weaver Gang did
to you and your family,
there are no words
and there was no justice
that day in the court.
You're in a bad box here, son.
Come on, let's face it out.
I won't shoot. You got my word.
- I don't suppose you'd
let me ride outta here.
- I can't do that and
you know it.
- Then what?
- I'll do whatever
I can for you, son.
But that's all I can guarantee.
You're gonna have
to drop that gun.
(guns blasts)
(Wesley yells)
Oh, no.
(somber music)
(birds chirping)
- Dr. Ginsberg said not to
say anything to upset you, but
Marcus,
you killed those
men, didn't you?
- When I left the mission,
all I wanted was a normal life.
Then I saw Len Kasper
and everything changed.
- You could have left it alone.
- Not after what they did.
I don't expect
you to understand.
It's just something
that I had to do.
Even if losing you was...
- We could have had
a good life together.
(Marcus sighs)
- It's what I wanted, too.
I wish it was different.
I'm sorry.
- Marcus I, I can't--
- Dulce.
There's no future for us.
- (sighs) No.
That's not what you want.
- It's what's best for you.
- Remember when I said
I liked you very much?
Well, the the truth is,
I have loved you from
the start...
and I always will.
- Marcus has been saying
some things that lead me
to believe there
might be something
wrong with his mental state.
- Mental state?
- Let me clarify.
An old classmate of
mine from back east,
Dr. Thomas Dorsey, is in town.
He's an alienist. Studies
something called psychology.
- Huh.
Psychology.
Huh.
Well that's interesting.
- Would you have any objections
to him examining Marcus?
- [Judge Holt] Well, what's
left to diagnose?
- The diagnosis I
asked Dr. Dorsey
to make isn't for the injury
Marcus sustained on the outside
but rather the one within.
- I don't follow.
- Judge Holt, I am quite
certain that Mr. Dollar
suffers from a mental
disorder recently identified
as dementia praecox.
Now, the afflicted suffer
from hallucinations.
They hear others
who aren't present.
In rare cases, they visualize
or even interact with
people who are not real.
- Hmm.
Sounds like a fancy
way of saying he's crazy.
- No, no, not exactly.
Now, with the proper
therapy and counseling,
the hallucinations can
be brought under control.
- What causes this ah--
- Dementia praecox.
- There you go.
- Yeah.
The studies show that extreme
mental trauma at an early age
can be a factor.
Symptoms usually present
themselves in the late teens
or early twenties.
- Hmm.
- Judge, what I found six
years ago was horrible.
Only thing that kept
Marcus alive was sand
and blood that had
coagulated in his neck wound.
- I'm not unsympathetic
to the hardships
that he may have
suffered as a child,
but as an adult,
Marcus Dollar must
and will stand trial for murder.
- Your Honor, he
told us that a friend
of his from the Mission,
Berto Medina aided
him in the gunfight.
He also claims that a former
bank robber, Dallas Garrett,
also known as Dead Eye,
taught him how to fast draw.
- Roy, I wasn't here
when Dead Eye was active,
but I remember him.
His real name was Edgar Hicks.
- Hmm.
- He died in '81,
robbing a stage coach
outside of Phoenix
and as for Berto Medina,
he died in a knife fight
four years ago in Yuma.
- So Dollar just made
all these people up?
- Yes.
Dallas Garrett
and Berto Medina are as real
to him as we are to you.
- Dr. Dorsey, Dr. Ginsberg,
thank you so much for coming by.
- Thank you gentlemen.
- They cure crazy and
we're both out of a job.
- [Wesley] Who's
defending Dollar?
- Verner Ericson.
- Ericson's pretty
sharp. When's the trial?
- 4th of June.
Wesley, what the hell
are you trying to pull?
- Ericson's gonna
do his homework
and he's gonna discover you
presided over the Weaver case
in '80 and he is gonna
wake the snakes with that
at the Dollar trial.
- That was a separate matter.
- No it wasn't, Roy.
- If you'd let Dollar testify,
the Weaver gang had
all been hanged
and none of this
would be happening.
- Boy wasn't his
legal age to testify.
- But you were the
damn judge, Roy.
I mean you, you could
have made an exception.
- I follow the law.
You should too.
- Weaver is willing to
testify on Dollar's behalf.
I mean he, he, he's
willing to swear on a Bible
that his gang was
responsible for the killings.
Well then he's a damn fool.
(Wesley sighs)
- Some men will do
foolish things if it means
getting right with the Lord.
Let me tell you how
this plays out.
Dollar will be found guilty
and the newspapers are gonna
drag your ass through the mud
for not letting the boy
testify at the Weaver trial.
- Well, it won't
be the first time.
- It's gonna create
sympathy for him
and you're gonna be
seen as the villain.
It's not a good look for a man
who wants to be territorial
delegate to Congress.
- What's gotten into you?
Is this about your son?
- No, Roy. It ain't.
It's about these killers who
were never brought to justice.
- You can't hang men on
insufficient evidence.
It's how the law works.
What do you want?
- I want to save
this boy's life.
- Oh.
- Let him plead guilty
to voluntary manslaughter
and you can sentence him
how you see fit.
- The kid suffers from
psychological trauma, Roy.
He deserves a chance.
The doctors, they believe
that they can help him.
- You don't believe
in this new fangled
psychology guff, do you?
- You always telling me you
are a man of the times, Roy.
Well, be one.
(dramatic music)
(Dulce sobbing)
(Dulce sobbing)
(dramatic music continues)
(beads rattling)
- Our orphan boy
stands trial tomorrow
and the Mexican girl
knows everything.
It's only a matter of time
until they string our necks.
- Told you to find them.
It's what I get for sending
a half man like you.
- Shut up.
You're the one who
killed Myra, not me.
- Myra was giving
drugs to my girls.
I wasn't trying to kill her.
I was trying to
teach her a lesson.
- Well now, well I'll not
pay for your sins.
You make out you're the
savior of these soiled doves.
That's bullocks.
You're the devil.
- You watch your tongue.
- Oh, you're born in a brothel,
brought up in a brothel,
conniving these young, innocent
girls to do your dirty work.
'cause you're too damn
dry to do it yourself.
- Everyday, you breathe
free is because of me.
I keep your secret.
- Oh, my secret, eh.
My bloody secret.
Well, better than a
whore peddler like you.
(both grunting)
(gun blasts)
- [Judge Holt] Marcus
Preston Dollar.
You are charged with two counts
of voluntary manslaughter.
How do you plead?
- [Ericson] Your Honor,
we plead guilty.
- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar,
do you make this plea
of your own free will?
- [Marcus] Yes sir.
- You understand that the
sentence you will be given
will be final without appeal.
- I understand.
- Judge, Mr. Dollar requests
permission to address the court
before sentence is passed.
- I will allow it.
(people chattering softly)
(gentle music)
- I was blessed with a
Ma that understood me
and believed in me.
She taught me how to read.
Taught me about life.
Told me to stay curious,
keep asking questions,
that in the end,
goodness must lead the way.
(Sister Luisa whispering)
My Pa taught me that a man
was only as good as his word,
that hard work was needed no
matter what you did in life.
And that family...
- [young Marcus] Morning Pa.
- [Marcus] ...was everything.
- Morning, son.
- [Marcus] I loved them
both very much...
and they loved me.
Their lives were taken
by four men who wanted
to steal our horses.
One did this to me.
- Somehow I survived.
When I come to,
my Pa was dead...
and all our horses were gone.
I went in the house
to find my Ma.
They killed her too.
(gentle music continues)
Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey
here say there's something
wrong inside my head.
Maybe they're right.
I don't know.
When I left the mission,
I had no friends.
So I guess I made some up.
The only people I killed
were the men who
murdered my Ma and Pa.
The law wouldn't
punish them, so I did.
If that makes me crazy,
I'm guilty as charged.
- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar, when
defendants are found guilty
of first degree murder
in the Arizona territory,
the law dictates a sentence
of death by hanging.
But due to the
mitigating circumstances
of your mental condition,
you have been allowed
to plead guilty to
a lesser charge,
voluntary manslaughter,
(horse chuffs)
which gives me more
latitude when sentencing.
I hereby sentence you
to five years probation
during which time you will
undergo psychological evaluation
and counseling as prescribed
by Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey.
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
(Judge bangs gavel)
It is so ordered.
(horse chuffs)
- What are you doing standing
there? We got more work to do.
- Stay put.
Dallas, I owe you for a lot.
Kindly took me in, taught me.
You were a good friend.
But the time has come
for you to ride out.
- It's my place.
I bought it, fair and square.
- No, it's mine.
It always was.
- Might not come back.
- That's what I want.
- I'm gonna close my eyes
and count to 10
when I open 'em,
I want you gone...
for good.
(dramatic music)
(pencil scribbling)
(mule brays)
(gentle music)
(footsteps approaching)
(mule braying)
(gentle music intensifies)
I was afraid that you weren't...
- I won't let anything
happen to you...
ever again.
(romantic music)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(ethereal music)
(wind blowing)
(dramatic music)
- Preston, Preston.
Marcus. Marcus.
Marcus, can you hear me? My God.
(dramatic music)
(bell tolling)
- [Sister Luisa] Are you ready,
Marcus?
(horse whinnies)
(dramatic music continues)
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
(horse chuffs)
This is to help you get
by, until you get home.
Marcus, your mother was right.
Follow your heart, huh?
And don't ever lose
your imagination.
- [Marcus] Thank
you, Sister Luisa.
(dramatic music continues)
(people chattering)
(horse chuffs)
(horse whinnies)
- Hey, boy, don't you know
you never touch a man's horse
unless you're invited?
Naughty. I'll take
a ball and chalk.
- Ned, get back to work.
Do you need anything sweetie?
- A horse.
- Oh, well it happens, I
know a man who sells them.
Come into the saloon,
we'll discuss it.
(horse whinnies)
Come on.
Ned.
- Huh?
(people chattering)
- Please. Have a seat.
What would you like?
- Water.
- Oh, okay.
- Thank you.
- Mm, what's your name, sweetie?
- Marcus.
- Marcus. I'm Vivian.
Vivian Villere.
Welcome to Purgatory.
- Huh. Fancy.
- Yeah.
Marcus, are you looking
to be entertained tonight?
- Excuse me?
- Yeah. Do you want
company, a girl?
Oh, well, what kind of an
horse are you hoping to buy?
- One to get me home.
- Oh, well.
You should go see Titus at the
livery up the street.
You tell him that I sent
you and he'll do you right.
Where are you staying?
Oh, now I have rooms.
50 cents a night.
Can you do that?
Oh good.
Oh, you've been working
on the railspur?
- Aged outta the
mission orphanage.
- Huh.
Is that a fact?
Mmm.
(mellow music)
- Come sit by me.
I like that you're reading
that book I gave you.
- Mom...
- Huh?
- What's a shaman?
- A shaman is a healer
connected to the divine.
He knows in all people that good
and evil walk hand in hand.
In the end, goodness
must lead the way.
- I dream about those etchings.
- Don't ever lose
that imagination.
I got a new name
for you, Shaman.
- [Mom] He's an artist.
- He gets that from you.
(chuckles)
It's in his blood.
- Another one aged out
from the orphanage.
(dramatic music)
Received a cash stipend.
- Mm, well might be
time for the Mexican
to earn some bread
and honey, huh?
- Oh, the beauty of restitution.
(chickens clucking)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music continues)
(breathing heavily)
(coyotes calling)
(door opening)
- (gasps) Please, please.
Don't hit me again.
- I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I locked
you in this room.
I didn't want you to run away
before we had a chance to talk.
You remind me of myself
when I was young,
ambitious, smart,
beautiful, hmm.
You told me you wanted to attend
the Conservatory of Music.
Well, you're not gonna
earn enough money
playing the piano downstairs.
That is just a fact.
Think about the opportunity
that you have
being here with me.
Men control this world.
It's never gonna change.
But we have our
own kind of power.
Let me show you
how to manipulate
that power to your benefit.
You can be a victim or
you can control your fate.
I wasn't raised to be like this.
Well, my girls, they earn
their way to respectability.
What they do here doesn't get
in the way of them marrying
a rancher or a doctor or any
of the noble professions.
(sighs)
- I don't know.
- There's a charming
young man in room three.
Why don't you go and see him?
(knocking)
(people chattering in distance)
- May I come in?
- Okay.
(gentle music)
- Miss Vivian sent me.
- For what?
- Companionship, you know?
Pleasure.
- I didn't ask for any pleasure.
- Then why are you here?
- I could ask you the same.
(breathing heavily)
(breathing heavily continues)
You don't have to do that.
(sighs)
- Thank you.
I don't want to be here.
I have never...
been with a man.
- Well, I've never been
with a girl either.
Sister Luisa,
she said that's something
special that you save.
- May I?
This is beautiful.
This is your home?
- Was.
(hooves thudding)
(tense music)
- What is your name?
- Marcus Dollar.
Yours?
(clock ticking in background)
- Belle DuBois.
- I've never heard
that kind of name.
- My real name is Dulce Flores.
- Dulce.
Sweet.
(softly laughs)
Why are you
using a fake name?
Something to do
with Miss Vivian?
How'd you wind up here?
- Me Papa, he made pottery.
Oh, and my sister,
she's just like him.
When he died, she wanted
me to be like her.
We got in a big
argument and I left.
- To come here?
- No...
to make enough money
to attend the
Conservatory of Music.
- Music?
- I play piano.
Miss Vivian, she
hired me to play here.
At least that's what I thought.
After a while she
said I had to do more.
I refuse.
(Dulce sniffles)
- She do that to you?
(sniffles)
- Her and Ned. They beat Myra.
(dramatic music)
She was one of the girls
here. They hurt her so bad.
I never saw her again.
All I want to do is
go home. (whimpering)
- Dulce, Dulce, wake up.
- (gasps) I need to
get back to my room.
- No wait.
I'm fixing to buy a
horse. I'll take you home.
- You will?
- That's right.
- But Miss Vivian and Ned
live downstairs and
I don't see how--
- I'm going to get
you outta here.
Trust me.
I won't be long.
- [Titus] Oh Lord, but now
I'm found
- [Marcus] Excuse me.
- What can I do for you?
- Need a horse.
What about that one?
- Duchess?
She belongs to Sheriff Tibbs.
Will run you north
of 200 or more.
Hold on now, fella. I
got others, I got others.
- I need one cheap
and I need it now.
- Ah, you got a name?
- Marcus.
- Tell you what,
Marcus, sell you
that old mule right
there for $10.
Another three and pay my
boy Jesse for that saddle
and bridle, over train.
Yeah. Get you
wherever you're going.
- I'll take him.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps approaching)
Let's go, Dulce.
- [Ned] Belle?
Belle?
- [Marcus] Are you okay?
- [Ned] What are you doing?
Hey!
Hey, you!
Hey, you!
Hey, come back.
- [Marcus] Hold on, Dulce.
- You come back
here. Not a snipe.
Vivian, Vivian!
- What are you yelling about?
- Belle and that dustbin lad
took off on a mule.
- What?
- Right now.
- She saw what we did to Myra.
- Who's gonna miss
a dead whore?
- Nobody unless that Mexican
girl opens her mouth.
- You are as stupid as you're
ugly. Now, go find her.
Lest, we will be
swinging on the gallows.
(dramatic music)
(horse chuffs)
- I have been praying for God
to deliver me from the mess
I got myself in.
(gentle music)
Just when I lost hope
and didn't want to live anymore,
he sent to you.
I will never forget.
Why don't you stay, get rest?
Leave in the morning.
- I best get on.
(gentle music continues)
- Thank you.
I hope I will see you again.
(gentle music continues)
- Dulce.
(both speaking Spanish)
(gentle music)
(wind blowing)
(birds chirping)
(hooves thudding)
(tense music)
- Preston.
- It's okay.
(gun blasts)
- Oh. Kip, grab her.
- Please, don't
hurt us. I beg you, please.
(man grumbles)
Please.
- Pa!
- [Preston] Marcus, run.
Run now.
- Hey!
You move,
(gun cocks)
(Mom screams)
you die!
- Pa!
(Mom screaming)
- Sam.
- [Mom] Preston!
No!
- [Marcus] No, no! Please!
No, please, no!
Pa!
- Hey, Sam.
Kill him.
- [Marcus] No, no, no!
- No!
- [Marcus] Please, no, don't!
- [Preston] No! (echoes)
(mule brays)
(hooves thudding)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(hooves thudding)
- You make sure Jeremiah's
widow gets the reward.
- She'll appreciate that.
- Chuck, get these worthless
side winders to the dead house.
- Oh my God.
- God had nothing to do with it.
(woman singing in French)
(people chattering)
(woman singing in
French continues)
(woman laughing in background)
- [Ned] Very nice. (speaking
French)
Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies, gentlemen,
though we may taste the
fruits of their labor,
may we never be tempted.
Whores, whores, whores.
May you burn in hell.
- Ned.
- What you guy's plan, hmm?
- Wipe your chin.
- [Ned] Chin?
- It's good whiskey.
- Wipe your chin.
(laughs)
The ears all red. Idiot been
sneaking with the horse again.
Vivian.
- Good job, Vivian's
not here right now.
Maybe I'm a stickler
for a horse. Eh?
- Oh, that's a big talk for
a jaw flapping Englishman.
- Ah Vivian. Always
telling me what to do.
I'm sick of this rubbish.
- The hell's got you
so riled up today?
- We had another girl
run off,
Bella DuBois.
Wasn't even a real whore.
A little on the mitten, eh.
Ended up running off with
some ragamuffin on a mule.
Hey, then Vivian, she asked
me to go after her,
like I'm some
Pinkerton or something.
A lot of bullocks.
- Burning the breeze today, Ned.
- Yes, I am. Three sheets
to the wind, my friend.
Three sheets to the wind.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(gun blasts)
- Marcus. (crying)
(Mom screaming)
Oh. (crying)
(gun cocks)
(gun blasts)
- Oh my God.
(gun blasts)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly continues)
- Grave robbing?
(gun cocks)
Face me when I'm
talking to you, boy.
State your business.
- Just wanted to come home.
- What's your name?
- Marcus Dollar.
- Yeah, I had a feeling
you'd be back one day.
Sorry what happened
to your folks.
That was a grievous thing.
- How'd you know?
- Mentioned it in the tax sale.
Nobody wanted this
place because of it so,
I bought it, fair and square.
(gun un-cocks)
You ate?
- Two days ago.
- I got some airtights
if you want 'em.
(dramatic music)
(sighs)
- [Bobby] Hi, Judge.
- [Roy] Hey, look out.
(laughs) Bobby say hi
to your dad.
- Here comes news of the world.
- Afternoon, Roy.
- Wesley, Deac.
- [Wesley] Pull up a chair.
- I wish I could.
I'm buried in work.
I just came by to--
- Don't tell me
you're buried in work.
I see that San Francisco
Chronicle you're holding.
- Man's gotta keep
up with the times.
- Deac, the judge here
thinks we should keep up
with the times.
- Be like trying
to catch your own shadow.
- Well, listen to this.
Gottlieb Daimler, German
mechanical engineer has
designed and produced
the world's first
four-wheel motor wagon.
I'm gonna get me
one of them. (laughs)
And the first
alternating current
electrical power plant
in the US begins
operation in Great
Barrington, Massachusetts.
(horse whinnies outside)
You boys are hopeless.
Wesley, I just came by
to ask you if you'd speak
for me at my campaign event.
- Well, Roy, you know I
won't dance around the truth.
You willing to risk that?
- (sighs) Wesley, how long
have we been friends?
- Since '68.
- You were circuit
judge in Wickenburg.
- Glad to see that whiskey
hadn't dulled your memory.
I remember when you
and your young charge
here were scraping
just to make ends meet.
And look at you now.
The Pima County
duly elected sheriff
and deputy for five years,
thanks to my endorsements.
Though I still can't figure out
who's looking after who.
- Roy, you know I'll be there.
- Good, 'cause Curtis
Bean is stepping down
and that territorial
delegate seat
to the US Congress is wide open.
I aim to claim it.
I'll be damned if those
boys in Washington are going
to tell us who we are
or what we believe.
My God, this is the
Arizona territory.
The least governed...
- [Both] Is the best governed.
- You didn't care for the beans?
- [Marcus] They were fine.
- Ain't no way of getting
past it, being here,
it's bringing it all back.
(dramatic music)
Heard talk it was the
Weaver Gang.
Yeah. Sounded like him
from what I know.
(dust blows)
- Law followed up,
but they claimed they
were in Nogales.
- I seen a lot of
killing in my time.
It ain't nothing you get over.
You get to siesta, fine by me.
(dramatic music continues)
(door opens, closes)
(dramatic music continues)
(young Marcus sniffles)
- Ma? (crying)
(dramatic music continues)
(bell tolling)
- Let me know if
you need anything.
- Thank you, Sister Luisa.
(Sister Luisa speaking Italian)
(children chattering)
(pencil scribbling)
- Can I see?
I am Alberto Miguel
Desvante Medina.
You may call me Berto.
What's your name?
- Marcus Preston Dollar.
- What about your parents?
- Murdered.
There was four of 'em.
One day, I'll find them.
(children laughing)
(man shushing)
- Father Rossetti
puts me in the cellar.
(belt slaps)
(Berto groans)
He blames
me for everything.
Never them.
They stick together.
We should too.
Desperadoes.
(light piano music)
(birds chirping)
(both speaking Spanish)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish continues)
(sniffles)
(gentle music)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish continues)
(rattlesnake tail rattles)
(mule chuffs)
- Wish we'd get a rain.
(gun cocks)
- Son, don't steal up on a man
with his back turned.
- Sorry.
- Something out there?
- Yeah.
Something's out there.
Six years. I've been thinking
about coming back here
only to find that
it's not home anymore.
- Where are you headed?
- Tombstone, maybe.
- I think it's better stay here.
- Where?
- Well, I could use a
hand around the place.
You just sit up here
for free for a while.
While you're looking for
something more permanent.
Does that old Dan haul lumber?
Well, why don't you hitch him
to that buckboard yonder,
head in to Camp
Lowell for supplies.
Tell 'em to put it on my bill.
- Never did tell me your name.
- Garrett, Dallas Garrett.
(dramatic music)
Now, all's we need is
a fresh coat of paint.
- By the way, you owe
me for the materials.
Foreman said he didn't know you.
- Oh, he did?
Well, next time I'll go
and straighten him out.
(coyote whimpering)
- Sure is acting funny.
(gun blasting)
(coyote yelps)
Why'd you do that?
- He was wounded. The others
would've turned on him.
It's the merciful way out.
- I've never seen
shooting like that.
- Yeah.
You're lucky, I guess.
- Well, there was
this one time, I...
- What?
- I do not understand why Sister
Luisa took us to that farm.
Do you know?
- Mm-mm.
- I do not want cows
for a living.
- Then what else would you do?
- I want to be a
locomotive engineer.
(guns blasting)
(people screaming)
- Get down.
(people shouting)
(gun cocks, blasts)
- Dead eye.
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnies)
(revolver spins)
(horse whinnies)
(guns blasting)
- Are you boys okay, huh?
- You ever married?
- Long time ago.
What's it like?
- Well, it ain't all
about the loving.
That'll get you hitched but
ain't gonna keep it that way.
That takes commitment.
What about you?
You got a girl?
- Not yet.
There's one I've been thinking
about an awful lot though.
(both speaking Spanish)
(mule chuffs)
- Hello, Marcus. This
is who I spoke of.
Marcus, this is
my sister, Blanca.
- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure's mine.
- What brings you here?
- Need a few supplies.
- Anything in particular?
- Need jerky, flour, and coffee.
(door opens, closes)
- What have you been doing?
- Well, I've been
thinking about you.
(Dulce chuckles)
- I have a, I have thought
about you some too.
(Marcus clears throat)
- I uh, I'd be honored
to call on you.
- Well, what about this Sunday?
I know the perfect place.
(pleasant music)
- You can see forever up here.
- It is my secret hideaway.
(both sighing)
- You afraid of high places?
- Mm.
- Then why do you come up here?
- I've been sad.
- To think.
- Why were you in the
Mission Orphanage?
- My Ma and Pa were
killed by horse thieves.
They tried to kill me, too.
- I'm so sorry.
(gentle music)
- [Marcus] I relive every
day I had with my family.
You can never get time back.
- I know.
Me Mama died when I was 14.
Papa last year, of a
broken heart, I think.
Like you, I would give
anything to have them back.
- Something beautiful
about the desert.
Beautiful, I...
- I was so afraid
before I met you.
- I won't let anything
happen to you ever again.
(gentle music)
(wind blowing)
(trees rustling)
(horse chuffs)
- I got a new name for you.
- Shaman?
Hey, where you been?
What you been up to, huh?
(horse chuffs)
- There you go, Kasper.
(people chattering)
(Kasper coughs)
- What are you looking at, boy?
- No!
- Nothing.
You know who owns the gray
quarter horse outside?
- Yep.
What of it?
- Nice animal.
- He's mine, best I ever had.
I've had a few.
- Where'd you get him?
- You ask a lot of
questions, friend.
- Just need a
sound horse is all.
- Nogales.
If you're looking to buy,
ain't never gonna happen.
- Man oughtta know how to ride
and shoot good, shouldn't he?
- Ah, I suppose.
- My Pa taught me how to ride.
Taught me a lot of things.
He died before he could
teach me much about guns.
- There's not much to
it. Just aim and pull.
- Well, I can do that,
but I wanna be an
expert draw like you.
- What makes you
think I'm an expert?
- Way you dropped that coyote.
I wanna know how to draw fast.
- You don't gotta
be fast to kill a varmint.
Just accurate.
- But I might find myself
in a difficulty where
someone calls me out.
- That's the part
that don't add up.
The other night you
were sparrow chasing
and now you want to
be a gunslinger?
- I saw the man
who killed my Pa.
- How can you be so sure?
- I'll never forget his face.
He's riding the horse my
Pa was breaking for me.
Name's Len Kasper.
- Kasper rode with
the Weaver Gang.
You call them out, you're
asking for the grave.
And I ain't gonna
help you dig it.
- All right. I laid my cards
down, now you do the same.
- I'm not playing your game.
- You left out the
a part where you
was an outlaw called Dead Eye.
- Who told you that?
- About six years ago you
robbed a bank in Tucson.
I saw it with my own eyes.
- See, that's what
I'm talking about.
You got some kind
of imagination.
- Teller came out from the
bank with a scatter gun.
You shot it from his hands
just like you shot that coyote.
- You gonna turn me in?
- You gonna teach
me how to draw?
Can I see that one?
(dramatic music)
(gun cocks)
(gun blasts)
- [Dallas] Now, keep
both eyes open.
Now breathe.
If you wanna master
anything, find your rhythm.
Find your spirit.
That's where the truth hides.
(gun blasting)
Don't suppose there's any
talking you out of this.
(gun blasts)
Calling a man out
ain't a halfway game.
It's kill or be killed.
(insects chirring)
(coyote howling)
- I've come for my horse.
(tense music)
- Take him.
- Remember?
I want names.
- Look fella, you, you got the
wrong guy, okay?
I have no idea what
you're talking--
(gun blasts)
(Len Kasper moaning
and screaming)
- I want names!
- Please. You have
to understand.
It was all Knox Weaver's
idea. Sam and Kip Riley.
They, they, they, they
did most of it. Okay?
I, I, I didn't want to. I
didn't want to. I promise.
But they, they made
me, they made me do it.
- Who killed my brother?
- Hey, Kip.
- Who killed my brother?
- Okay. I killed him. All right?
I killed your damn brother
and it was an accident.
I told you it was an accident.
(gun cocks)
But when I kill you,
it won't be. (laughs)
(Len groans)
- Where are they?
- Since the last I heard Kip,
he, he, he was digging graves
in a bone orchard in
Rillito. (grunting)
- Knox Weaver?
- I ain't seen Knox in years.
(Len grunting)
(gun cocks)
(Len groaning)
I swear, I ain't the
same as I was back then.
- Me neither.
(gun blasts)
(dramatic music)
- Killed Kasper, didn't you?
- He killed himself.
(flies buzzing)
- Wesley.
Single mule tracks coming in
and a horse heading out.
- Hmm.
- Barkeep said Kasper's
horse is missing.
- You stay here.
You ask around.
- [Deac] What evil
has this man done?
- That's what we're
gonna find out.
(dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Mom] Preston!
- [Preston] No!
(dramatic music)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Berto] Marcus.
I'm leaving. Come with me.
- I can't, I'm sorry.
- Okay, amigo.
Desperadoes for life.
(bell tolling)
(Berto groans)
- (speaking Spanish) Marcus.
- Berto?
- Si.
Ah amigo, are you alone?
Did anyone follow you?
- I, I'm alone. Why?
What are you doing here?
- On the run from the law.
Yeah. Come inside.
Cannot believe I'm seeing you.
Tell me everything.
- Aged out.
Learned a fella bought
my family's place.
Remember when we saw
that bank robbery?
- Dead eye?
- That's who bought it.
(dramatic music)
- Whoa.
(coyote howling)
- [Marcus] Berto, when you got
in trouble with the law,
did you kill someone?
(speaking Spanish)
- How do you feel about it?
- He deserved it.
- I killed someone last night.
- One of the men that
murdered your family?
- Fact is, I plan
on killing the rest.
I can't help it. Think I should?
- What do you have to gain?
More importantly, what
do you have to lose?
(horse hooves thudding)
- [Marcus] Dulce?
- [Dulce] Marcus.
What a surprise to see you.
- Where's Blanca?
- Out back, why?
- [Marcus] I ah...
- [Dulce] Well what is wrong?
- I don't know.
It's just something happened
and I'm not sure about
everything and what I--
- Marcus, you are scaring me.
- I don't wanna
scare you, Dulce.
That's not what
I'm trying to do.
I like you. I like you
a lot, a whole lot.
- I like you very much,
too. You know that right?
- Yeah, I know that's
part of the problem.
It's just, I did something
and I don't wanna hurt
you, but it might.
And I don't want that to happen.
I took something from somebody
and I'll never be
able to give it back.
(dramatic music)
(both breathing heavily)
- [Dulce] Hey, it's okay.
(door opens)
(shovel digging)
(Kip grunting)
(dirt crunching)
(coyote howling)
- You Kip Riley?
- Who wants to know?
(gun cocks)
- I'll ask the questions.
Where's Knox Weaver?
- They's up in Red Rock.
(gun blasts)
(Kip moaning)
What'd you do to me?
What'd you do to me?
- [Mom] Please!
- [young Marcus] Ma!
- You should have killed me
when you had the chance.
(gun blasts)
- [Deac] Find anything?
- I got in late last night.
I lost him at the rail tracks.
I rode the line until
there weren't no more.
I don't know where
the hell he is.
- Sheriff. Sheriff, you
ain't gonna believe this.
Kip Riley got killed,
last night up in Rillito.
He and his brother Sam
rode with Knox Weaver,
same as Kasper.
- Hmm. Weaver still around?
- Red Rock.
- Well, death's
knocking on his door.
(dramatic music)
(rattlesnake tail rattles)
Titus.
- Yes sir.
- Didn't you have
an old mule back
in that back stall over there?
- I sure did.
- What happened to it?
- I sold him to a young
man Miss Vivian sent me.
- He have a name?
- It was uh, Mark?
It's Marcus. Marcus.
Yeah. Nice young man.
- Was he with a girl?
- No, by himself.
- Did he say anything
else? Anything at all?
- Seemed like he was in a hurry.
- Thank you, Titus.
- Afternoon, Wesley.
- Vivian.
- Please.
Would you like a little whiskey?
- Ah, that would be real nice.
(people chattering
in background)
Thank you.
I see Ned's calmed down.
He was raising holy hell the
other day when you were gone.
- Was he now?
- Rambling on about a
couple of your girls
that disappeared,
Belle something.
Said she ran off with an
orphan boy on a mule? (laughs)
So, that's two runaways
you had lately.
Hmm.
What was that other girl's name?
Oh, Myra.
- They come and go. It's just
in the nature of the business.
(sniffs)
- I wonder where they go.
- No idea.
- Ah.
- Then Myra, she's
a laudanum addict.
I rescued her from
the living hell
of the man she was
traveling with.
I did my best.
As for the other, Mexican
potter's daughter.
No telling. You know how I
am with my girls, Wesley.
They're my children, never let
any harm happen to them.
I've known you a
long, long time.
You carry a vein of sorrow.
A mile deep.
(chuckles)
- Maybe we're
kindred spirits. (chuckles)
I always liked you, Vivian.
I always respected the
way you run your business.
But I have to ask
you, if they come
and go like you said,
how come you sent Ned looking
for that Mexican girl?
- Because I was worried about
her. I am worried about her.
Do you have any idea what
these doves go through?
What I've been through?
I thought not.
(gentle piano music)
- Solicitor Conway
petition the court
to allow the decedent's
son, Marcus P Dollar,
to testify since he was the
only witness to the crime.
Judge Holt denied Conway's
request on grounds
that said son is 12 years old,
so not of legal age to testify?
Roy dismissed all charges.
- I'm right impressed Sheriff.
But that don't tell
us where he is.
- Vivian said that the
runaway was the daughter
of a Mexican potter.
Where they gonna
find Mexican stone
on this side of the border?
(horse hooves thudding)
(Marcus groans))
- Marcus are you all right?
- Fine. Been worse.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
- Oh my God. What?
What happened?
(Marcus groaning)
Hey.
- Bullet passed through.
- Who shot you?
I need to clean the wound.
I'll get some hot water and
bandages. Okay? All right.
(Marcus breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
- What the hell happened to you?
- Kip Riley shot me.
- You kill him too?
I was along for Kasper
but I didn't know the
killing was gonna continue.
Time comes you'll regret this.
- Dallas, what would
you do if you were me?
I'd really like to know.
- Son, I've been your ass.
You ain't never been mine.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I'm trying to steer you
clear from winding up like me,
an old man who grieves
every life he took.
The more you take, the
more it haunts you.
- It's too late
to ride around it.
- Only reason I kept
you around is 'cause
I felt sorry for you.
- I didn't ask for pity.
- Well, you get it anyway.
Not gonna stand by
and watch you make the
same mistakes I did.
In the morning, you
ride out. Don't come back.
(dramatic music)
- It ends with Knox Weaver.
- Ladies.
- Good afternoon.
- Wesley Tibbs,
Pima County Sheriff.
Either one of you
know a Vivian Villere?
(Blanca speaking Spanish)
- I will not go back there.
I don't care what you
do to me. I won't!
- Ma'am.
That's not why we're here.
We're looking for Marcus Dollar.
I understand you left out
of Vivian's place with him.
- He was here.
(Dulce speaking Spanish)
He had a bullet hole in his leg.
My sister treated the
wound and then he left.
- Where is he?
You better tell me where he is.
Where is he?
- Leave him alone! (sobbing)
I'm going to ask you one
last time. Where is he?
- Pima Canyon.
- I have swept your
offenses like a clown
and your sins like a mess.
Returned to me for, for
I have redeemed you.
A couple lawmen come by.
Said they didn't know who
was behind them killings,
but said that I might be next.
After they left, I
surmised it was you.
I've known this day was coming.
You have every right to be here.
What happened to you
was unforgivable.
And if it is God's will
that you shoot me dead,
I accept that.
I only ask...
- [Child] Pa.
you spare my family.
- [Mother] Please. (crying)
(gun cocks)
- Like you spared mine?
- You won't believe this,
but I'll tell you anyway.
I only came for the horses.
God knows I wanted to stop him.
I tried to stop him.
I just wasn't strong enough.
Leave her alone!
We're only here for the horses.
- You ain't the boss
no more, old man. I am.
Now, drop your iron and shut up.
Now I said drop it.
That's it.
Yeah. Go ahead now.
- Don't you hurt that boy.
- (sighs) It haunts
me every day...
and I will die sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it.
- No.
(mother and child whimpering)
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned.
- [Mother] It's all right.
- Our father, Lord in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.
Give us the day, daily bread.
Forgive us.
Forgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not
into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
(dramatic music)
- There's nobody in the house.
- Barn's seen a
recent whitewash.
- We know he is
on Kasper's horse.
- It's getting late.
We'll make camp here.
How does a man forgive himself
for killing his only child?
- Forgive yourself, Wesley,
(owl hooting)
you'll have a better past.
- And, Colton's just,
he's just coming home.
I thought he was...
(sighs) if I hadn't have been
drunk, I wouldn't have shot him.
After Colton was gone,
grief killed his mom.
Sarah died.
I quit caring about living.
(somber music)
- Imagine that's what
made you a good soldier.
- Killing will make
you a good soldier.
But the man who earned that
congressional medal of honor
that you wear...
your Pa,
he's the one that taught me
how to be a good officer.
Saved my life.
Me and 16 fine men.
I don't know Deac, maybe
I'm just getting old.
Damned if I want to pull the
trigger on anyone anymore.
That kid ain't had a chance.
What that gang did
to him, the court,
he's fighting demons.
- They all fighting
demons, Wesley.
Your heart's like
a mesquite tree.
Deep rooted, but it
ain't water you seeking.
You're staring at your soul.
(dramatic music)
- [Chuck] Think he knows
we're looking for him?
- [Wesley] I think
it's crossed his mind.
(horse chuffs)
- Glad to make out,
but looks like our boy
is heading this way.
(dramatic music)
(hooves thudding)
- Ya!
(dramatic music continues)
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
- [Berto] Marcus, hurry.
Get inside.
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
Who's out there?
- The law.
- Oh, they round us
up, we will hang.
- This ain't your fight, Berto.
- I will do what it
takes to help you.
- [Chuck] Hey!
(gun blasts)
- What the hell are you doing?
Now, he's got an
excuse to fire back.
(guns blasting)
God damn! What the hell!
Marcus Dollar, this is
Sheriff Wesley Tibbs.
You better think about
what you're doing here.
No reason for anybody
to get killed.
- You started it.
- One of my men were just
trying to get your attention.
- You got it, all right.
- I hear you got a girl.
You better think about what
she's doing, how she feels.
Marcus, why don't you drop
your gun and come on out?
We can discuss this.
Deac, make your way over
that wagon over there.
I ain't gonna wait
all day, Marcus.
What's your pleasure?
(guns blasting)
- I've seen people die
that I cared about.
You're not gonna be one more.
Law doesn't know
that you're here.
Hide in the ravine out back.
- No, I'm not leaving.
I'm through running
from the law.
(dramatic music)
(guns blasting)
(Berto groans)
- No, Berto.
- I'm dying for you, man.
Desperadoes for life.
(Marcus sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(gun blasting)
- [Wesley] Marcus Dollar,
you kill one of us,
you're gonna hang for sure.
You come out peaceful,
you got a chance to live.
- Why should I trust you?
- 'Cause I know what
you've been through, son.
I went to the courthouse.
I saw the records.
What the Weaver Gang did
to you and your family,
there are no words
and there was no justice
that day in the court.
You're in a bad box here, son.
Come on, let's face it out.
I won't shoot. You got my word.
- I don't suppose you'd
let me ride outta here.
- I can't do that and
you know it.
- Then what?
- I'll do whatever
I can for you, son.
But that's all I can guarantee.
You're gonna have
to drop that gun.
(guns blasts)
(Wesley yells)
Oh, no.
(somber music)
(birds chirping)
- Dr. Ginsberg said not to
say anything to upset you, but
Marcus,
you killed those
men, didn't you?
- When I left the mission,
all I wanted was a normal life.
Then I saw Len Kasper
and everything changed.
- You could have left it alone.
- Not after what they did.
I don't expect
you to understand.
It's just something
that I had to do.
Even if losing you was...
- We could have had
a good life together.
(Marcus sighs)
- It's what I wanted, too.
I wish it was different.
I'm sorry.
- Marcus I, I can't--
- Dulce.
There's no future for us.
- (sighs) No.
That's not what you want.
- It's what's best for you.
- Remember when I said
I liked you very much?
Well, the the truth is,
I have loved you from
the start...
and I always will.
- Marcus has been saying
some things that lead me
to believe there
might be something
wrong with his mental state.
- Mental state?
- Let me clarify.
An old classmate of
mine from back east,
Dr. Thomas Dorsey, is in town.
He's an alienist. Studies
something called psychology.
- Huh.
Psychology.
Huh.
Well that's interesting.
- Would you have any objections
to him examining Marcus?
- [Judge Holt] Well, what's
left to diagnose?
- The diagnosis I
asked Dr. Dorsey
to make isn't for the injury
Marcus sustained on the outside
but rather the one within.
- I don't follow.
- Judge Holt, I am quite
certain that Mr. Dollar
suffers from a mental
disorder recently identified
as dementia praecox.
Now, the afflicted suffer
from hallucinations.
They hear others
who aren't present.
In rare cases, they visualize
or even interact with
people who are not real.
- Hmm.
Sounds like a fancy
way of saying he's crazy.
- No, no, not exactly.
Now, with the proper
therapy and counseling,
the hallucinations can
be brought under control.
- What causes this ah--
- Dementia praecox.
- There you go.
- Yeah.
The studies show that extreme
mental trauma at an early age
can be a factor.
Symptoms usually present
themselves in the late teens
or early twenties.
- Hmm.
- Judge, what I found six
years ago was horrible.
Only thing that kept
Marcus alive was sand
and blood that had
coagulated in his neck wound.
- I'm not unsympathetic
to the hardships
that he may have
suffered as a child,
but as an adult,
Marcus Dollar must
and will stand trial for murder.
- Your Honor, he
told us that a friend
of his from the Mission,
Berto Medina aided
him in the gunfight.
He also claims that a former
bank robber, Dallas Garrett,
also known as Dead Eye,
taught him how to fast draw.
- Roy, I wasn't here
when Dead Eye was active,
but I remember him.
His real name was Edgar Hicks.
- Hmm.
- He died in '81,
robbing a stage coach
outside of Phoenix
and as for Berto Medina,
he died in a knife fight
four years ago in Yuma.
- So Dollar just made
all these people up?
- Yes.
Dallas Garrett
and Berto Medina are as real
to him as we are to you.
- Dr. Dorsey, Dr. Ginsberg,
thank you so much for coming by.
- Thank you gentlemen.
- They cure crazy and
we're both out of a job.
- [Wesley] Who's
defending Dollar?
- Verner Ericson.
- Ericson's pretty
sharp. When's the trial?
- 4th of June.
Wesley, what the hell
are you trying to pull?
- Ericson's gonna
do his homework
and he's gonna discover you
presided over the Weaver case
in '80 and he is gonna
wake the snakes with that
at the Dollar trial.
- That was a separate matter.
- No it wasn't, Roy.
- If you'd let Dollar testify,
the Weaver gang had
all been hanged
and none of this
would be happening.
- Boy wasn't his
legal age to testify.
- But you were the
damn judge, Roy.
I mean you, you could
have made an exception.
- I follow the law.
You should too.
- Weaver is willing to
testify on Dollar's behalf.
I mean he, he, he's
willing to swear on a Bible
that his gang was
responsible for the killings.
Well then he's a damn fool.
(Wesley sighs)
- Some men will do
foolish things if it means
getting right with the Lord.
Let me tell you how
this plays out.
Dollar will be found guilty
and the newspapers are gonna
drag your ass through the mud
for not letting the boy
testify at the Weaver trial.
- Well, it won't
be the first time.
- It's gonna create
sympathy for him
and you're gonna be
seen as the villain.
It's not a good look for a man
who wants to be territorial
delegate to Congress.
- What's gotten into you?
Is this about your son?
- No, Roy. It ain't.
It's about these killers who
were never brought to justice.
- You can't hang men on
insufficient evidence.
It's how the law works.
What do you want?
- I want to save
this boy's life.
- Oh.
- Let him plead guilty
to voluntary manslaughter
and you can sentence him
how you see fit.
- The kid suffers from
psychological trauma, Roy.
He deserves a chance.
The doctors, they believe
that they can help him.
- You don't believe
in this new fangled
psychology guff, do you?
- You always telling me you
are a man of the times, Roy.
Well, be one.
(dramatic music)
(Dulce sobbing)
(Dulce sobbing)
(dramatic music continues)
(beads rattling)
- Our orphan boy
stands trial tomorrow
and the Mexican girl
knows everything.
It's only a matter of time
until they string our necks.
- Told you to find them.
It's what I get for sending
a half man like you.
- Shut up.
You're the one who
killed Myra, not me.
- Myra was giving
drugs to my girls.
I wasn't trying to kill her.
I was trying to
teach her a lesson.
- Well now, well I'll not
pay for your sins.
You make out you're the
savior of these soiled doves.
That's bullocks.
You're the devil.
- You watch your tongue.
- Oh, you're born in a brothel,
brought up in a brothel,
conniving these young, innocent
girls to do your dirty work.
'cause you're too damn
dry to do it yourself.
- Everyday, you breathe
free is because of me.
I keep your secret.
- Oh, my secret, eh.
My bloody secret.
Well, better than a
whore peddler like you.
(both grunting)
(gun blasts)
- [Judge Holt] Marcus
Preston Dollar.
You are charged with two counts
of voluntary manslaughter.
How do you plead?
- [Ericson] Your Honor,
we plead guilty.
- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar,
do you make this plea
of your own free will?
- [Marcus] Yes sir.
- You understand that the
sentence you will be given
will be final without appeal.
- I understand.
- Judge, Mr. Dollar requests
permission to address the court
before sentence is passed.
- I will allow it.
(people chattering softly)
(gentle music)
- I was blessed with a
Ma that understood me
and believed in me.
She taught me how to read.
Taught me about life.
Told me to stay curious,
keep asking questions,
that in the end,
goodness must lead the way.
(Sister Luisa whispering)
My Pa taught me that a man
was only as good as his word,
that hard work was needed no
matter what you did in life.
And that family...
- [young Marcus] Morning Pa.
- [Marcus] ...was everything.
- Morning, son.
- [Marcus] I loved them
both very much...
and they loved me.
Their lives were taken
by four men who wanted
to steal our horses.
One did this to me.
- Somehow I survived.
When I come to,
my Pa was dead...
and all our horses were gone.
I went in the house
to find my Ma.
They killed her too.
(gentle music continues)
Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey
here say there's something
wrong inside my head.
Maybe they're right.
I don't know.
When I left the mission,
I had no friends.
So I guess I made some up.
The only people I killed
were the men who
murdered my Ma and Pa.
The law wouldn't
punish them, so I did.
If that makes me crazy,
I'm guilty as charged.
- [Judge Holt] Mr. Dollar, when
defendants are found guilty
of first degree murder
in the Arizona territory,
the law dictates a sentence
of death by hanging.
But due to the
mitigating circumstances
of your mental condition,
you have been allowed
to plead guilty to
a lesser charge,
voluntary manslaughter,
(horse chuffs)
which gives me more
latitude when sentencing.
I hereby sentence you
to five years probation
during which time you will
undergo psychological evaluation
and counseling as prescribed
by Dr. Ginsberg and Dr. Dorsey.
(overlapping voices
speaking indistinctly)
(Judge bangs gavel)
It is so ordered.
(horse chuffs)
- What are you doing standing
there? We got more work to do.
- Stay put.
Dallas, I owe you for a lot.
Kindly took me in, taught me.
You were a good friend.
But the time has come
for you to ride out.
- It's my place.
I bought it, fair and square.
- No, it's mine.
It always was.
- Might not come back.
- That's what I want.
- I'm gonna close my eyes
and count to 10
when I open 'em,
I want you gone...
for good.
(dramatic music)
(pencil scribbling)
(mule brays)
(gentle music)
(footsteps approaching)
(mule braying)
(gentle music intensifies)
I was afraid that you weren't...
- I won't let anything
happen to you...
ever again.
(romantic music)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)