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Mr. Goodnight?
I have a nine o'clock appointment!
Yeah.
Mr. Goodnight?
I have a nine o'clock appointment!
Yeah, just a minute.
I'll be right with you.
Yeah.
You're Goodnight?
Yeah, Morgan, right?
Come in.
I'll be right with you.
I'll be with you guysmomentarily.
I was expecting someonea little more...
Lawyerly?
Yeah, can't sayI blame you.
I was up all nighton a case.
No cause for concern.
You'll get your money's worth, I assure you.
So it's true you've neverlost a trial?
So far.
What can I do for you?
I need a patent.
So you're an inventor.
Just an ordinary manwith an idea.
Every man is ordinary, until hedoes an extraordinary thing.
Right.
May I speak frankly?
Of course.
I'm not entirely sure
if my invention is100 percent original.
Well, Shakespeareborrowed all
but three or fourof his ideas.
That puts you inpretty good company.
Excuse me; I'm ina meeting here.
John William Goodnight,
you're under arrest.
For what?
For disturbing the peace, public drunkenness,
illegal gambling,
and destruction of propertyin Rooms 13, 47 and 49
the Drake Hotel.
Oh, that...
Well, I will take care ofthose damages right here?
So...
Mr. Morgan, I'll be in touch.
Okay.
You Goodnight?
Stand aside, this man'sunder arrest.
Not anymore.
You wanted to see me, sir.
You know why you're here?
I have a few ideas.
Most of them unpleasant.
I believe the wordis unprofessional.
I can't argue with that.
Tell me...
Do you like being a lawyer, Mr. Goodnight?
Well, sir...
while I have a great dealof respect for the law,
can't say the samefor lawyers.
Myself included.
And why is that?
For a lawyer justiceis inconsequential,
victory is paramount.
And you're tiredof winning?
Well, you can be happyto know your winning streak's
come to an end.
You will no longer be practicinglaw in the State of Illinois.
You're taking awaymy license?
No, not quite.
Put your handon the bible.
It is with the powervested in me
by the President ofthe United States,
that I herebyappoint you,
John William Goodnight,
to the position of Circuit Judgein the Wyoming Territory...
where you can continueto demonstrate
your respect for the law,
and perhaps find some respectfor yourself.
Do you accept?
Do I have a choice?
No.
You know what I willmiss the most?
Looking out there at allthat land and sky.
Knowing it was once ours.
We could sell my ring.
We've alreadygiven up enough.
We all have.
It could buy usanother month.
Another monthwithout rain ain't goingto grow those crops.
Besides there are some thingsthat ain't to be sold.
Like what?
A wedding ring.
A man's soul.
We did our best out here.
There will be other times.
I know.
Grab your things, don't wantto miss the stage.
You keep holdof that Johnny.
You don't let it break.
Gotta go.
Where's the stagecoach?
The town doesn't haveone, son.
We'll ride out on thisand catch a stage in Laramie.
We got enough for candy?
Can I help you?
How much for candy?
How much you got?
Grab a handful.
Thank you, sir.
I always go forthe peppermint.
On your way, Judge?
Worn out my welcome, I think.
Not in my book.
That piece of dirt deservedto be hanged.
I hope so.
Looks like we'll betravelling together.
Aldous Shaw, Circuit Judge.
And my wife, Rebecca.
William and Anna Goodnight.
Please to meet you.
Where you folks headed?
John.
Where are you folks headed?
Back east.
I'm afraid we just didn'tget lucky out here.
Drought one year, floods the next.
Don't feel bad.
This is a hard country.
I've seen a lot of goodpeople come and go.
A true man is someone
who does rightby his family.
No matter wherethat takes him.
Thank you, sir.
Fred.
Judge.
Rebecca.
John.
Mrs. Goodnight.
Do you have children, Mrs. Shaw?
Sadly, no.
With the judge gone so much...
well, no child should growup without a father.
Though I often wonder ifwe made the right decision.
I'm sure you're blessedin other ways.
That we are.
Still, looking at your boy, I can't help but think
what we've missed.
He's a good boy.
He's very handsome.
Yes.
That a six-gun?
Yes it is.
You a good shot?
Not bad.
I shot a can off a fence postwith my pa's Winchester.
Son, with a gun like his, he's not shooting at cans.
You ever kill anyone?
John, watch your manners!
It's a fair question.
I have killed...to upholdthe law.
And when you pulla gun like this,
chances are someone'sgoing to be shooting back.
A man has to figure out whathe's willing to sacrifices
in order to do whathe knows is right.
I never met anyonewho talks like you.
When a person's lifeis in your hands,
you owe it to them to beas good with your words
as you are with a gun.
So if you don't shoot them, you can talk them to death?
What's got into you!
Apologize to the judge.Go on.
No, not necessary.
You know who said almostthat very same thing to me?
Abe Lincoln.
You met President Lincoln?
We rode the circuittogether back in Illinois,
before he was president.
Looks like you leada charmed life, Judge.
Looks can be deceiving.
Driver! Bandits!
Who are they?
I hanged one of their menback in town.
I'm afraid they're lookingfor blood, not justice.
On the floor!!!
Faster driver, faster!!
Hold on!!
Ahhhh!!!!!!!!
Mr. Goodnight...
The Governor's officesare closing now.
Where on earth did you findtulips in autumn?
Well, it wasn't inthe Wyoming Territory,
I can tell you that.
So you saw the Governor.
He's differentthan I thought.
More talkative, I imagine.
Yeah, a real chatterbox.
In fact, I'm pretty surehe told me
everything youwanted him to.
He's always been goodat taking directions.
Better than me you mean?
You're angry with me, John.
It's just thatthe Wyoming territory
is the most dangerous, lawless place in America?
The last three judges theremet with an untimely death.
You're just as likelyto meet with one here,
the way you've been living.
You know I've always hopedyou might settle down,
raise a family of your own.
But you haven't.
And you won't.
Not here, not like this.
Because beneath all thatfast talk and fancy clothes
and big city manners,
you're still thatsame tortured boy.
And I fear you'll never havepeace until you have justice.
It's been my blessingto raise you, John.
The blessing's been mine.
You gave me a life.
You lost your parents, I lost my husband.
But we have each other.
Now go out there, find that killer
and make him pay.
There's no guaranteeI'll find him.
He may be dead already.
That'll save youthe trouble then.
Just remember, there's adifference between justice
and revenge.
Aldous knew that.
And when the time comes,
you'll know it too.
Will I?
Because even afterall this time,
I still dream ofkilling him.
I do too.
But there are bigger dreamsto have.
This is the knifethat killed Aldous.
This is for hanging my friend, judge.
Oh!
These are yours now.
Aldous carried this gavelfor twenty years,
calling order in every mannerof court you can imagine.
He always said you neededorder to respect the law,
and the sound of thisgavel in his capable hand
would bring that order.
Some people do not heedthe call of the gavel.
They come reluctantlyto justice.
And for those who require ita little more,
that same capable handwould guide them with this...
John....
good luck.
Will the court come to order.
The Honorable John WilliamGoodnight presiding.
First case.
Yes, what seems to bethe problem?
What brings you lovebirdsto court today?
Trouble in paradise?
We got a bathtub problem.
Big problem.
A bathtub...?
That's right.
This beanpole poor excuseof a man
insists on takinghis bath first,
but he's so dirty that bythe time it's my turn
the water's so filthyI might as well bathe
with the pigs!!
Well she's so big, if she goes first,
by the time she's donethere's no water left!!
Have you consideredthe possibility
of taking your bathson different days?
Huh?
For instance, Ma'am, you take your bath on a Mondays.
Sir, you take yourson Wednesdays...
Huh?
and Fridays.
That's my ruling.
Next case.
That will be a $1 fine and five days in jail.
I sentence you to three years of hard labour...
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but.
Three years hard labour.
Order!
Order, please!
Case dismissed!
You're free to go!
May god have mercy on you.
Please take the witness stand.
It's been my experience
that people who exhibitsuch open contempt for the law
have generallyjust broken it.
I ain't donenothing wrong.
Section 94 of the Wyominglegislature
prohibits public spitting.
Three days in jailand $1 fine.
You gonna jail mefor spitting?
Son, your incarceration will bea result of your own stupidity.
Now, I am going to readthe charges off this docket.
and you tell me whichother ones you're guilty of.
Arson.
Assault.
Trespassing.
Stealing chickens...
Stealing chickens?
You know I could maybe forgivethat if it were one chicken,
But you stoleeight chickens--
and from a widow no less.
He did that, judge.
I am ordering you to replacethe birds.
Praise Bea.
And clean out thepublic spittoons for 90 days.
Thank you, judge!
Thank you! Thank you!
Next case.
Whiskey.
Leave the bottle.
I'm looking for someone.
I figure you see everyone whocomes through here.
The ones that drink anyway.
It's a good bet the manI'm after drinks.
He'd be about 50.
Took a bullet in the leg, dragging a limp.
A lot of men comethrough here with limps.
On account of the war, mostly.
You recognize this?
What did he do?
Shot up a wagon load of peoplein cold blood.
You a bounty hunter?
No.
I'm the judge.
My apologies, your honor.
I'll be sure to keepa short look out.
You do that.
You know, your honour,
I do have a little something
you might be interested in.
One of my girls ison trial.
You know for whatthey pay me
I could use a littleextra cash,
and I have been known to dothings I shouldn't,
but unfortunately for youI don't take bribes.
She's a real nice girl, your honour.
Pretty too.
And I look forward to seeingevery one of her virtues.
In my courtroom.
First case...Jones versus Landry.
Miss Landry, you have beenaccused of stabbing
Mr. Jones in the hand.
How do you plead?
I'm innocent.
I'd like to hearfrom both parties.
Mr. Jones, you first.
Thank you, your honour.
I was returning home after asocial drink with my colleagues
when this floozy appearedout of nowhere
and stabbed me.
This heinousand unprovoked act
has rendered me unableto use my right hand,
preventing me from exercisingmy duties at the bank
and causing my wifeundue anxiety.
I see.
So it's your testimonythen that she stabbedyou for no reason.
That's right.
Sit down and tend toyour heinous andunprovoked wound.
Miss Landry, did you stabMr. Jones?
Yes.
But I had to.
I didn't know how elseto make him stop.
Stop what?
He attacked me.
That's a lie!
Look, I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them.
You were drunk and you waitedfor me outside the saloon
and you tried to takeadvantage of me.
And when I said no, you hit me!
I did no such--!
I did no such thing.
I'm a pillar ofthis community.
Thank you very muchfor reminding me.
I'm ready to rendera verdict.
Whenever I've hadto stab someone,
it's usually been in the gutor the chest.
Mrs. Landry here, she appearsto be a very robust young woman.
Now if she wantedto inflict
a more serious levelof damage on Mr. Jones
it seems to me apparentshe could have,
stab him in a more dire place, for example.
But instead, he appears heretoday in this courtroom
with a wound on his hand.
It appears to bea defensive wound.
While I find there is oftenreason to stab a drunk man,
there is never good reasonto hit a woman.
Miss Landry, all chargesare dismissed
and you are free to go.
Mr. Jones, you're also freeto go home with your wife,
and when you get there,
check your kitchen knivesand make sure they are dull,
in the very likely event shemay want to stab you too.
What about my hand?
Use the other one.
Next case.
I thought you didn'ttake bribes.
If it happens after the trial, it ain't no bribe.
What's going on?
Murder trials arepretty popular around here.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He hated my father becauseof the color of his skin.
Said he'd kill himif he ever stepped foot
in his restaurant again.
When was the last timeyou saw your father?
Two weeks ago.
My baby brothertook sick.
Papa went into townto fetch him some milk.
He never came back.
Do you havereason to believe
he went to Mr. Ayles'restaurant?
It was a Sunday night.
Everything else was closed.
When was yourfather found?
The next morning.
Hanging from a treeby the creek.
I'm sorry to have to ask youthese painful questions.
It's just water.
You want me to drinkfrom your cup?
Go ahead, I'm not contagious.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Now Isaac, I want youto think really hard,
Did you, or anyone you knowof, actually see your father
with Mr. Ayles on the dayhe disappeared?
No sir.
Anyone in this courtroom...
Does anyone in thiscourtroom have any knowledge
of Mr. Ayles committing bodilyharm or injury to Mr. Samuels?
Son, this is a courtof law.
We require proof that a manhas committed a crime
before he can be punished.
You may sit down.
Harlan Ayles, you'reaccused of murder.
How do you plead?
My client is innocent.
And with all due respect, these proceedings are a farce.
A man is dead.
I'd call that a tragedy, not a farce.
This is a trial with noevidence, no witnesses.
My client had nothing to dowith this incident.
Well, then, he won't be needinghis lawyer, will he?
Mr. Ayles hired meas his advocate.
Then I suggest you give himhis money back.
Mr. Ayles, step up tothe centre of this court.
Your honour, you can't runa courtroom without lawyers.
Yes, I can.
And do you know why?
Because it's my courtroomand I don't like lawyers.
Place your handon the bible.
Unlike your lawyer, do you swear to tell the truth
the whole truthand nothing but?
I certainly do.
You'd better.
Be seated.
Do I detect a bit ofa Southern accent?
Tennessee.
Nice place.
Used to be.
Not the sameafter the war though.
Word is a little group gotits start there.
Maybe you've heard of them.
Call themselvesthe Ku Klux Klan.
I wouldn't knowanything about that.
Surely you read the papers.
Just the Bible.
A spiritual man, that's comforting.
Your restaurant is aWhite's Only establishment.
It's within my rights as acitizen to serve who I want.
Sadly that's true.
Did Mr. Samuels everenter your restaurant?
Once.
I told him hewasn't welcome.
What happened then?
He left.
He understood.
Tell me when wasthis friendly exchange.
I'd say five, six months ago?
And your future dealingswith Mr. Samuels?
We had none.
So it is your testimony,
he did not come to yourrestaurant two weeks ago
looking for milkfor a sick child?
That's right, sir, he did not.
This record indicatesthat Mr. Samuels' murder
is the third lynching inthese parts in the last year.
Three lynchings, no witnesses.
Yet you've been called tothis courtroom each time.
And I've been acquittedevery time.
The only reason I'm here nowis because those Negroes
want to punish mefor not letting them eat
in my restaurant.
You must haveawfully good food.
Yes, sir, we do.
It's the finest in town.
And I mean to keep itthat way.
So your restaurant, does ithave shiny silverware?
Fine china, nice cleanwhite tablecloths?
Yes, sir, we do.
You ever notice howa white tablecloth
can resemble a sheet out therein the dark?
I don't care foryour insinuations, sir.
I'm a patriot.
I fought for this country!
In the confederate army?
Yes, sir.
Then might I remind you, sir, your side lost.
You may return to your seat, Mr. Ayles.
Isaac, I am sorryfor your loss.
I too have lost loved onesin a terrible way.
What I can tell youis, while time healsthe pain a little bit,
it won't erase the memories.
It is my hope and despite allthe evil that's been done here,
you will be able to find a pathof dignity and purpose,
and know that you cantake solace in the fact
that you didyour father proud.
And you.
My gut tells meyou're guilty as hell
and I'd love nothing morethan to see you swing
from the same treeas Mr. Samuels.
But this is a court of law--
not a court of justice.
And the law is somethingI can't turn my back on.
Without any witnessesor any evidence,
all I can do isacquit you.
So you are free to go.
Joke of a trial.
Last time I checked,
this land belongedto white folks,
not a bunch of coloredswho jumped off a slave ship.
I say we round upevery last one of them
and decorate the treesfrom here to Knoxville!
Here! Here!
What the hell?!!
Ironic, isn't it?
Out here in the darkwe're all the same color.
I'll be back herethree months
and another threemonths after that...
And if I so much as seeyour name on my docket again,
I'll come backand I'll hang you for real.
Get off of me!!!
Who the hell are you?
My name is JohnWilliam Goodnight.
Circuit Judge, swornjurisdiction in this territory.
Well we don't needno judge out here.
Mister, you're luckyI am a judge.
If I weren't sworn to upholdthe law,
I'd shoot you right now.
The way I see it, we got a choice.
We can go into townand deal with this.
Or you can facethe law right here.
Either way, justice is beingserved today.
Yeah, well there's two of usand one of you.
I like those odds.
When I drop this hammer, one of you is dead,
and it's a 50-50chance that's you.
You still like those odds, Gambler?
Are you alright?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
You sure?
I can handle myself, generally.
They came on meby surprise.
So you're our new judge.
John Goodnight.
Kate Ramsey.
I think it might be a good ideaif I rode along with you,
Miss Ramsey.
I suppose that dependson your intentions.
My only intention is to getinto Crooked Stick
to a bed and a hot bath.
I'm just a little mistrustfulof judges, is all.
I do hope you're not likethe last one.
What was he like?
Bought, owned and thankfullydead now.
You?
No, no and not yet.
You can ride along with meif you like.
As low as they are, they deserve to be buried.
You bury all the menyou kill?
I don't know.
I've never killedanyone before.
My father taught meto shoot.
He's good with a gun too.
Well, at leasthe used to be.
I've lived most my lifein Crooked Stick.
I probably should haveleft by now,
but I feel an obligation.
My husband wasthe doctor there.
Since he died, I've tried totake over where he left off.
I've been alonethree years now.
That long, you'd thinkI'd be used to it,
but I'm not.
What about you?
What about me?
Are you alone?
I've got my horse.
But can you talkto a horse?
I have a feeling you can.
Well I do enjoya good conversation.
It was a nice placeto live
before Dan Reedshowed up.
I could treat the Indians atmy clinic if not for Reed.
You heard of him?
You will.
He built most ofMain Street
and employs almosteveryone in it.
Naturally his generositycomes with a price.
No one stands up to him, no matter what he does.
And a lot of what he doesis against the Indians.
When we get to town, I'll talk to the Sheriff.
Won't do much good.
He's on Reed'spayroll too.
I'm not.
Yet.
If I was interested in money, I'd still be in Chicago.
Do you always drinklike that?
Like what?
Like there's no tomorrow.
There may not be.
You always talkso much?
What if I said yes?
Guess I could livewith it.
Until morning, anyway.
I can't sleep.
Can you?
I'm trying.
You must have donesomething awfully wrong
to be appointedto this circuit.
I imagine there are fewplaces on earth as lawless.
I imagine.
You runningfrom something?
Not that I know of.
It's a woman, isn't it?
You're herebecause of a woman.
Are you going keep askingquestions all night?
I might.
No, I'm not runningfrom anything.
And yes, I'm herebecause of a woman.
My mother.
Good morning.
I'm glad to say you don'ttalk in your sleep.
And I'm happy to seeyou drink something
other than whiskey.
After you had some of this, you might prefer whiskey.
I'll tell you what, when we get to town,
I'll make you a realcup of coffee
along with the best supperyou've ever eaten.
Do you want to have dinnerwith me or not?
Supper would be fine.
Good.
Alright.
Here we are.
Crooked Stick.
Something wrong?
You got enoughfor candy?
I always gofor the peppermint.
Piece of dirt, deserved to be hanged.
What is it?
What's the matter?
I've been here before.
A long time ago.
Then I guess...
welcome back.
And thank you.
My ma saysyou're the judge.
I am.
My ma says you hanged a manfor spitting in Jackson.
Well, your maheard wrong.
I would never hanga man just for spitting...
unless, of course, hewas spitting onsomeone he just killed.
But if I spit, I am notguilty of anything, right?
Son, every man's guiltyof something.
You know what that is?
All the good he didn't do.
Thank you.
How much for candythese days?
Two cents, sir.
This your store?
Oh no, it's Mr. Reed's.
Used to belong tomy grandpa though.
Is he around?
You actuallyjust missed him,
but he'll be in tomorrow.
He's not in any troubleor anything, is he?
No, not as faras I know.
Good afternoon, Sheriff.
John William Goodnight.
I'm here to replaceJudge Henry.
Yeah, we got a wire sayinghe was gunned down.
Terrible thing.
Being shot in the backusually is.
Wouldn't happenon my watch.
Glad to hear it.
So what do you makeof our town so far?
The candy's pretty good.
Your jail looks a littlefull though.
I hadn't noticed.
Why are they being held?
Being Indian, I guess.
I didn't realize being Indianwas against the law.
Judge Henry did.
Like you said, he's deadand I'm here now.
So I will see those detaineestomorrow in my courtroom.
Your docket's already full.
I'll make room.
Mr. Reed won't like it.
Well unfortunately for Mr. Reed, I don't work for him.
And may I remind you, Sheriff, neither do you.
I want to hear this case first thing in the morning.
Who is it?
Kate.
Walk right in, why don't you.
You about done in there?
The water's still hot.
You invited me to dinner.
Right.
I didn't realizethat was tonight.
Well I'm here.
And I'm hungry.
I will just be outside.
You are hungry.
I don't eat out much.
Nobody asks me and I don'tlike to dine alone.
Last time I was hereI was with my father--
and I haven't seen himin nearly two years.
Where is he?
Moved to Laramie.
He's a businessman--
there's richer clienteleup there.
But then I never didsee much of him,
even when he lived here.
He was always comingand going.
Some men are restlesslike that, I suppose.
I suppose.
Are you restless?
Not exactly.
But you've neverbeen married.
You ask a lot of questions.
You'd make a prettygood lawyer.
I thought you didn'tlike lawyers.
I don't.
But I could learnto like them
if they all lookedlike you.
Thank you.
But you still didn't answermy question.
There was a question?
Why haven't you married?
I guess because when you getclose to someone like that
it's just one more lossyou're going to have to face
down the road.
Why do I get the feelingthat I scare you
more than those outlaws?
Maybe because all they cando is kill me.
Relax, Mr. Goodnight.
The only thing I'm interestedin killing
is the rest of this steak.
You're doing a goodjob on it.
I know you're justpassing through.
But that doesn't mean wecan't enjoy a nice evening
before you free thoseIndians tomorrow.
So this is aboutthose Indians.
This is about a lotof things.
Before we go any further,
I should tell youI can't be bribed.
Might I remind you,
that you're the one payingfor dinner.
I have the feeling I'll bepaying for this dinner
for a long time.
Why thank you.
Evening, folks.
Having a nice night?
Please tell Mr. Reed we werehaving a lovely night,
until you showed up.
Be happy to.
As soon as the Judge herepacks up and rides out.
Now why would I do that, I just got here?
I can give you some reasons.
Help please!
Somebody help!!!
Please somebody help!!!
You come please!
Please help him!
Come on.
I'd normally takeyou to the clinic,
but I expect you'reused to having girls
in your hotel room.
It's usually notthis painful.
Maybe it's best you leavein the morning.
Best for who?
There's nothing you cando here.
I don't knowwhy I keep hoping.
This place is poison.
You're just going to leavewithout waking me?
Figured I'd see youin court.
So that wasn't a kiss goodbyelast night?
If it was, it would havebeen shorter.
I'll walk with you.
As much as I'd like that, it might be better
you waited a few minutes.
I don't want people gettingthe wrong idea.
This town already hastheir ideas about me.
It's not your reputationI'm worried about.
Judge Goodnight...
Dan Reed.
Your reputationprecedes you.
As does yours, Mr. Reed.
I met your welcomingcommittee last night.
Yes, I hear there wasa misunderstanding.
I apologize for theirbad manners.
We've got a pleasant littletown here.
I regret if you've gottenthe impression otherwise.
I see you appreciate guns.
Beauty, isn't it?
Make up for last night.
You have it...
with my compliments.
I've got a gun.
A man can never havetoo many guns.
Judge Henry had three.
Pity he's no longer aliveto enjoy them.
That it is.
You know, I'm notaltogether sure
your judicial servicesare needed here.
We're used to handling ourown problems.
Glad to hear that.
I figure as long as I'm here, I'll make myself useful.
And there's nothingI can do
to make youchange your mind?
Afraid not.
I look forward to watchingyou dispense justice then.
On your way intothe courtroom,
leave your gunwith the deputy.
What about your gun, Judge?
My courtroom.My rules.
Yesterday, when I arrivedhere,
I recognized this town.
I was here asa little boy.
While I can see that this townhas grown a great deal
in some ways it hasn'tchanged at all.
As evidenced by the membersof the Cheyenne
who are inthis court today
after 30 daysof incarceration.
I look forward to hearingthe evidence against them...
should there be any.
Sheriff?
They were arrested fortrespassing on Mr. Reed's land.
And where did thiscrime take place?
I'm not sure.
So you're sure it happened, but you're not sure where.
That's right.
And that's because youdidn't actually see it happen.
Mr. Reed saw.
Of course he did.
Have a seat.
Mr. Reed, can you shedsome light on this mystery?
Be happy to, Judge.
Stand please.
Did you hurt your leg?
Old injury.
Sorry to hear that.
Appreciate the concern.
Why don't you startby telling the court
how much land you own?
100,000 acres, give or take.
That's a lot of land.
That's the better partof this valley.
I might have trespassedon my way in.
It's the savagesI'm concerned with.
Not savages.
People.
The word "people" refers toindividuals rather than Indians.
Not in here it doesn't.
Those "people" lit firesand spooked my cattle.
If they lit fires, thereshould be evidence.
That shouldn't be too hardto find.
Be my guest.
I believe I already amyour guest, at the hotel,
which I am told you own.
That's correct.
My hotel employs 23 people
and pays a sizable taxto the town,
which is helping builda new schoolhouse.
And with allthat going on,
you still have time to concernyourself with a few Indians
on a piece of landyou barely recognize.
I'm not on trial here.
No, no. My apologies.
Must be the effects of thatgood bottle of wine I ordered
at the restaurantlast night,
which I am told you're alsothe proprietor of.
I'm beginning to think you'rea bit envious, your honor.
That may be.
Considering everythingI have in this world
would fit intotwo saddlebags.
You may sit down, Mr. Reed.
Thank you, your honor.
Who will speakfor the tribe?
Curtis Whitecloud, your honour.
I will speakfor my people.
Did you trespasson Mr. Reed's land?
We come to town onlyto trade supplies.
Our village is 20 milesfrom here.
We use an abandoned trailthat runs across
a corner of his land.
It saves us a day's travel.
And did you build a fireon this land?
We lit a small fireto keep warm.
We did no harm.
They've been warned notto use that trail.
Do white people usethe trail?
White people don'tthreaten my property.
His people do.
Mr. Reed, the Cheyenne have beenbuilding fire on this land
for hundreds of years
and somehow managed notto destroy it.
So, you were arrested inthe act of trespassing?
No.
We were arrested when we gotto town, just like always.
This has happenedbefore then.
Many times.
Sometimes they just spit on usand call us names.
And sometimes they round us uplike cattle and beat us.
I see bruises on your wristsand your clothes are torn,
what happened?
I was dragged downMain Street behind a horse.
And the Sheriff did thisto you?
No, it was them.
Can anyone step forward andcorroborate this testimony?
I'm beginning to thinkthere's something wrong
with the drinking water herein Crooked Stick...
There seems to be an epidemicof blindness.
I saw Mr. Whitecloud draggeddown Main Street.
I've seen things that badand worse, for years.
And you're just comingforward now?
Yes.
Mr. Reed threatenedto torch my clinic
if I made any troublefor him.
Thank you, Miss Ramsey, you may have a seat.
I'm ready to makemy ruling.
Will the defendantsplease rise?
You don't knock a man down,
then accuse him ofliving in the dirt.
You don't strip a manof his clothes,
then punish himfor being naked.
While there are no laws onthe books of this territory
protecting Indian's rights.
There is a law that saysyou can't hold a human being
for no reason.
We are all human beings here,
regardless of our heritage.
And as such, you menare free to go.
Mr. Reed, let this be a warningto you and your men.
I don't care howmuch land you own,
if I ever hear of anotherincident of abuse
regarding these people,
you will have the pleasure ofhearing another of my verdicts
and I guarantee you, you won't like it.
Case dismissed.
Next case.
This isn't over.
I expect it isn't.
My grandson said you werelooking for me.
You look the sameas you did back then.
You must be blind.
Still likethose peppermints?
You remember me?
That was a prettymemorable day.
Last time I sawJudge Shaw.
Seems like all the judgeswho comes through here
end up with a bulletin him eventually.
That's what they tell me.
I am going to do my best to seeif I can't break that tradition.
After today, I wouldn'tbet on it.
It's can't be too goodfor your health
out here talking to metalking to me either.
I'm an old man.
Long past worryingabout my health.
What do you rememberabout the outlaws
who killed Judge Shaw?
Not much.
They weren'tfrom around here.
Best I recall, they werejust passing through.
Ever rememberany names?
Nope.
Why the interest?
I thought they all diedout there.
All but one.
Took a bullet to the legand rode out.
If he's still alive, he would be about 50,
good with a gun, dragging a limp.
Sounds like you're describingDan Reed.
How'd he makeall his money?
Don't know andI don't intend to ask.
He turned up here half a dozenyears ago with his wife
and started buyingeverything in sight.
He has a wife?
Not anymore.
She's the one that re-namedthis town.
We used to be called --
Dry Gulch.
That's right.
But she didn't thinkthat was too pretty
and I gotta sayI agree.
Of course "Crooked Stick"isn't much better.
Crooked Stick'san Indian name.
Yeah.
Come on!
Come on, you gotta see this!
Over here!
Take a look!
It was him,
it was Reed...
Evening Judge.
A man lies deadin the street.
And you're gonna donothing about it?
Yeah.
Where's Reed?
He's in the hotel.
He's got his men there.
What the hell do you thinkyou're doing?
Keeping you company.
Evening, Sheriff.
Judge.
Say what you gotta say.
Mr. Reed...
I'm afraid you'reunder arrest for murder.
So who'd I kill?
Curtis Whitecloud.
Yeah, I heard about that.
A real shame.
Get up.
You've got the wrong man, Judge.
I've been in this fineestablishment all evening,
enjoying a leisurely dinner.
Well don't botherordering dessert.
One more time.
Get up.
You think because you'vegot a law book and a gavel
you can tell mehow to run my town?
This isn't your town.
I paid for most of it, that makes it my town.
Some things can'tbe bought.
I disagree.
Kill him.
I expect they'll geta few shots off,
but from this distance I don'tthink they'll miss.
I guarantee you...
I won't.
You''ll give up your lifeover a dead Indian?
Young lady that's a pretty dressyou're wearing tonight
but if Mr. Reed doesn'tobey the law,
you're about to havehis blood all over it.
Put your guns down, boys.
Go.
You're crazierthan I thought.
You have no idea.
You see all thosefine citizens?
When my men come for me, they won't help you.
Nobody will.
You expect me to stayin this filth-hole?
Last occupantsfelt the same way.
Yeah, well, when youthink about it,
the more dead Indianswe got now,
the less we have to killin the next war.
Is that a confession?
It's a fact.
The way I see it doesn'tmatter how many you kill,
it won't change the factthat your wife left you
for an Indian...
You know nothingabout my wife.
I know she chosetheir way of life over yours.
I know she left youand all your money
with just the clotheson her back
and you never sawher again.
You have no ideawhat you've started.
This started20 years ago.
I'm just hereto finish it.
What the hell areyou talking about?
Your mind's so full of killingyou don't remember it?
I remember it likeit was yesterday.
You really are crazy.
You shot up a wagonoutside this town,
thought you killedeveryone inside it.
You took my familyand the judge.
But there weresome survivors.
And one of them is hereto make sure you hang for it.
I don't know nothingabout your family.
But I do know I never killeda judge.
Yet.
See somethingyou fancy out there?
Funny, isn't it?
How feelings for a womancan get in the way of things?
Tell them to lether go.
I'll let her go.
Unlock the cell.
Howdy boys.
Let her go.
She's all yours.
You are not getting out ofthis town alive, Judge.
You alright?
I'm so sorry I got youinto this.
You didn't.
He'll be back for you.
I know.
I want you to takemy horse.
Ride to the outpost and staythere until I come for you.
And if you don't?
Don't look back.
I can't do that.
You do feel somethingfor me, don't you?
Yes.
When this is over, you'retaking me out to celebrate.
There's this little placeoutside of town.
The liquor's watered downand the food's awful,
but it isn't owned by Reed.
This isn't going to end well, Kate.
Probably not.
But I'm willingto chance it.
Why?
Because if we somehowmanage to live through it,
I'm hoping you'll stayon here.
In Crooked Stick?
That might be the worstoffer anyone's ever made me.
I mean, with me.
You're right, it's a terrible idea.
I didn't say that.
They probably won't kill usuntil daylight.
What is it?
Where did you get that?
Why? This ring?
My father gave it to me.
When I was a little girl.
Your father....
What's wrong?
What's his name?
Francis LeGrange.
Not Ramsey?
No, Ramsey wasmy husband's name.
I don't understandwhat this is about.
Your father taught youto shoot.
He's a gunman.
That's why he was goneall the time.
I told you, he was restless.
Did he have a knifelike that?
He had lots of knives.
And a scar on his legfrom a bullet wound?
You tell me right nowwhat this is about.
That ring aroundyour necklace,
it was my mother'swedding ring
and it was ripped off her fingerby the man who killed her.
I don't understand.
I think you do.
No.
I don't.
You don't know him!
He's a good man.
Or maybe he's justa good shot.
Did he ever tell you howhe got so good with a gun, Kate?
Why he was coming and goingall the time?
How did he geta woman's wedding ring?
Did he tell you how he madehis money when he was young,
I'll tell you;
riding with an outlaw gang, robbing, killing innocent people
and watching them die!
You stop this!!
This isn't a trial.
This is you talkingto me.
About my own fleshand blood.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not wrong.
He may not be thatperson now, but he was.
And when I bring him in,
you can ask him yourself.
You mean, before you kill him?
Hey!!
Come here!!
Hand it back to her!
Come on.
Looks like Hell's in sessionat Crooked Stick.
For once, we agree.
Doesn't have to belike this.
I offered you a chanceto ride away.
You also offered me
that fine pearl-handledpistol of yours.
To be quite honest,
I'm kind of wishing I'dtaken you up on it now.
How'd you come by it?
Condemned man's last word.
He wants to knowabout my gun?
Won it in a poker gamein Laramie.
Some mean son-of-a-gunwho don't like losing.
You catch his name?
LeGrange.
That what you wantedto hear?
No.
Tell your boys to puttheir guns down
I'll give thema fair trial.
Sorry Judge.
No more trials.
Time to die.
Let's get outta here!!!!
Go! Go!!! Go!!!!
You would shootan unarmed man?
If I did that would make meno better than you.
Argh!!!!!
You're the law now.
I expect you to dowhat's right.
Count on it, sir.
Anytime you passing through, candy's on me.
You might end upregretting that.
We'll be sorry to seeyou go.
It pains me to knowwhat I'm leaving behind.
Does it?
More than you know.
You're leaving behind hope.
We didn't have that before.
That's not what I meant.
Where you headedfrom here?
Laramie.
I'm looking forFrancis LeGrange.
Don't thinkI know him.
Think a little harder.
Why didn't you say so, your honor?
Let's leave my honorout of it.
Where is he?
You've come at last.
I've been expecting you.
You remember me?
Are you not thatdistinguished gentleman,
Death?
You killed my parents.
I killed many.
It's something that seemedto come naturally to me.
I never troubled to recallthe details.
You recall this?
When I was seven I watchedmy daddy get hung.
I listened to my mama prayingfor his soul be saved from hell.
This isn't aboutyour parents,
it's about mine.
Shoot me.
What do you care whatI have to say?
I want to make sureI'm killing the right man.
There is no wrong man.
Everyone's guiltyof something.
You think I didn't see youthat day hiding in the bushes
like a scared littleschool girl.
I let you live.
Because I knew, I knewyou'd relive that nightmare
over and over untilit tore you apart.
And I prayed thatwhen that day came,
you would take the rightfulplace in my plan.
To bring more paininto the world.
More pain thanall the good...
You killed him!
Mr. LeGrange died ofnatural causes, ma'am.
Frankly I'm surprised he livedas long as he did.
I'm sorry, Kate.
I was wrong.
The man I waslooking for...
it wasn't your father.
This belongs to you.
I know that now.
What are you goingto do?
Watch you ride off.
And wish thingswere different.
I am going to misshearing you talk.
That a kiss goodbye?
No.
You hold onto this.
For both of us.
I will be back.
When you come I mightjust be waiting.