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Preston, Preston.
Marcus. Marcus.
Marcus, can you hear me? My God.
Are you ready, Marcus?
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
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.
Thank you, Sister Luisa.
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.
Come on.
Ned. - Huh?
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.
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.
He's an artist.
He gets that from you.
It's in his blood.
Another one aged out from the orphanage.
Received a cash stipend.
Mm, well might be time for the Mexican
to earn some bread and honey, huh?
Oh, the beauty of restitution.
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.
I don't know.
There's a charming young man in room three.
Why don't you go and see him?
May I come in?
Okay.
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.
You don't have to do that.
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.
What is your name?
Marcus Dollar.
Yours?
Belle DuBois.
I've never heard that kind of name.
My real name is Dulce Flores.
Dulce.
Sweet.
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.
She do that to you?
Her and Ned. They beat Myra.
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.
Dulce, Dulce, wake up.
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.
♪ Oh Lord, but now
♪ I'm found
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.
Let's go, Dulce.
Belle?
- Are you okay?
What are you doing? Hey!
Hey, you!
Hey, come back.
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.
I have been praying for God to deliver me from the mess
I got myself in.
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.
Thank you.
I hope I will see you again.
Dulce.
Preston.
It's okay.
Oh. Kip, grab her.
Please, don't hurt us. I beg you, please.
Please.
- Pa! - Marcus, run.
Run now. - Hey!
You move,
you die! - Pa!
Sam.
Preston!
No!
No, no! Please!
No, please, no!
Pa!
Hey, Sam.
Kill him. - No, no, no!
- No! - Please, no, don't!
No!
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.
Very nice.
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.
Chin?
It's good whiskey.
Wipe your chin.
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.
Marcus.
Oh.
Oh my God.
Grave robbing?
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.
You ate?
Two days ago.
I got some airtights if you want 'em.
- Hi, Judge. - Hey, look out.
Bobby say hi to your dad.
Here comes news of the world.
Afternoon, Roy.
Wesley, Deac.
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.
And the first alternating current
electrical power plant in the US begins
operation in Great Barrington, Massachusetts.
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?
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... - Is the best governed.
You didn't care for the beans?
They were fine.
Ain't no way of getting past it, being here,
it's bringing it all back.
Heard talk it was the Weaver Gang.
Yeah. Sounded like him from what I know.
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.
Ma?
Let me know if you need anything.
Thank you, Sister Luisa.
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.
Father Rossetti puts me in the cellar.
He blames me for everything.
Never them.
They stick together.
We should too.
Desperadoes.
Wish we'd get a rain.
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.
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.
Sure is acting funny.
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.
Get down.
Dead eye.
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.
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.
What have you been doing?
Well, I've been thinking about you.
I have a, I have thought about you some too.
I uh, I'd be honored to call on you.
Well, what about this Sunday?
I know the perfect place.
You can see forever up here.
It is my secret hideaway.
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.
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.
I got a new name for you.
Shaman?
Hey, where you been? What you been up to, huh?
There you go, Kasper.
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?
Now, keep both eyes open.
Now breathe.
If you wanna master anything, find your rhythm.
Find your spirit.
That's where the truth hides.
Don't suppose there's any talking you out of this.
Calling a man out ain't a halfway game.
It's kill or be killed.
I've come for my horse.
Take him.
Remember?
I want names.
Look fella, you, you got the wrong guy, okay?
I have no idea what you're talking--
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.
But when I kill you, it won't be.
Where are they?
Since the last I heard Kip, he, he, he was digging graves
in a bone orchard in Rillito.
- Knox Weaver? - I ain't seen Knox in years.
I swear, I ain't the same as I was back then.
Me neither.
Killed Kasper, didn't you?
He killed himself.
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.
What evil has this man done?
That's what we're gonna find out.
- Preston! - No!
Marcus.
I'm leaving. Come with me.
I can't, I'm sorry.
Okay, amigo.
Desperadoes for life.
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.
Whoa.
Berto, when you got in trouble with the law,
did you kill someone?
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?
- Dulce? - Marcus.
What a surprise to see you. - Where's Blanca?
Out back, why?
- I ah... - 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.
Hey, it's okay.
You Kip Riley?
Who wants to know?
I'll ask the questions. Where's Knox Weaver?
They's up in Red Rock.
What'd you do to me?
- Please! - Ma!
You should have killed me when you had the chance.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Maybe we're kindred spirits.
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.
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?
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Marcus are you all right?
- Fine. Been worse. - Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Oh my God. What? What happened?
Hey.
Bullet passed through.
Who shot you?
I need to clean the wound.
I'll get some hot water and bandages. Okay? All right.
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.
It ends with Knox Weaver.
- Ladies. - Good afternoon.
Wesley Tibbs, Pima County Sheriff.
Either one of you know a Vivian Villere?
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.
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!
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...
Pa.
you spare my family.
Please.
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.
It haunts me every day...
and I will die sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it.
No.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
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.
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,
you'll have a better past.
And, Colton's just,
he's just coming home.
I thought he was...
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.
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.
Think he knows we're looking for him?
I think it's crossed his mind.
Glad to make out,
but looks like our boy is heading this way.
Ya!
Marcus, hurry. Get inside.
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.
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
Now, he's got an excuse to fire back.
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?
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.
No, Berto.
I'm dying for you, man.
Desperadoes for life.
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.
Oh, no.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
Marcus Preston Dollar.
You are charged with two counts of voluntary manslaughter.
How do you plead?
Your Honor, we plead guilty.
Mr. Dollar, do you make this plea
of your own free will?
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.
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.
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...
- Morning Pa. - ...was everything.
Morning, son.
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.
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.
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,
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.
It is so ordered.
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.
I was afraid that you weren't...
I won't let anything happen to you...
ever again.