Goodnight for Justice Page #6

Yeah, well,

when you think about it,

the more dead Indians

we got now,

the less we'll have to kill

in the next war.

- Is that a confession?

- It's a fact.

The way I see it is it doesn't matter

how many of them you kill.

It's not gonna change the fact

that your wife left you for an Indian.

You know nothing about my wife.

I know she chose

their way of life over yours.

I know that she left you

and all your money

with just the clothes

on her back

and you... you never

saw her again.

You have no idea

what you've started.

This started 20 years ago.

I'm just here to finish it.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your mind's so full of killing,

you don't remember it?

I remember it.

- Like it was yesterday.

- You really are crazy.

You shot up a wagon

outside of this town.

You thought you killed

everyone inside it.

You took my family and the judge.

But there were some survivors,

and one of them is here

to make sure you hang for it.

I know nothing

about your family.

But I do know

I never killed a judge...

yet.

See something

you fancy out there?

Funny, isn't it,

how feelings for a woman

can get in the way of things?

Tell them to let her go.

I'll let her go.

Unlock the cell.

Howdy, boys.

Let her go.

She's all yours.

You're not getting out

of this town alive, Judge.

- You all right?

- I am so sorry I got you into this.

- You didn't.

- He'll be back for you.

I know.

I want you to take my horse

and ride to the outpost.

- Stay there until I come for you.

- And if you don't?

- Don't look back.

- I can't do that.

You do feel something

for me, don't you?

Yes.

When this is over,

you are taking me out to celebrate.

There's this little place

outside of town.

The liquor's watered down,

and the food's awful,

but it isn't owned by Reed.

This isn't gonna end well, Kate.

Probably not,

but I'm willing to chance it.

Why?

Because if we somehow

manage to live through it,

I'm hoping you'll stay on here.

In Crooked Stick?

That might be the worst offer

anyone's ever made me.

I mean...

...with me.

You're right.

It's a terrible idea.

No, I didn't say that.

They probably won't kill us

till daylight.

What is it?

Where did you get that?

Why?

This ring?

Well, 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

was my husband's name.

I don't understand

what this is about.

Your father...

He taught you to shoot?

He was a gunman.

That's why he was gone all the time.

No, I told you,

he was restless.

Did he have a knife... like that?

He had a lot of knives.

Did he have a scar on his leg

from a bullet wound?

You tell me right now

what this is about.

That ring on your necklace

is my mother's wedding ring,

and it was ripped off her finger

by the man that killed her.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

No. I don't.

You don't know him.

He's a good man!

Maybe he was just a good shot.

Did he ever tell you how he

got so good with a gun, Kate,

why he was coming

and going all the time?

How did he get

a woman's wedding ring?

Did he ever tell you how he made

his money when he was young?

I'll tell you.

Riding with an outlaw gang,

robbing, killing innocent people

and just watching them die!

You stop this!

This isn't a trial.

This is you talking to me

about my own flesh and blood.

Oh, I'm sorry,

but I'm not wrong.

He may not be that person now,

but he was,

and when I bring him in,

you ask him yourself.

You mean before you kill him.

Hey!

Come here!

Here, hand it back to her. Come on.

Looks like hell's in session

in Crooked Stick.

Well, for once, we agree.

It doesn't have to be like this.

I offered you

a chance to ride away.

You also offered me that fine

pearl-handled pistol of yours.

To be quite honest, I'm kind of

wishing I'd taken you up on it now.

How'd you come by it?

Condemned man's last words...

...and he wants to know

about my gun.

I won it in a poker game

in Laramie.

A mean son of a gun

who didn't like losing.

Did you catch his name?

LeGrange.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

No.

Tell your boys

to put their guns down.

- I'll give them a fair trial.

- Sorry, Judge.

No more trials.

Time to die.

Let's get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

Ride! Come on!

You would shoot

an unarmed man?

If I did, that would make me

no better than you.

You're the law now.

I expect you to do what's right.

Count on it, sir.

Anytime you're passing through,

candy's on me.

You may end up regretting that.

We'll be sorry to see you go.

It pains me to know

what I'm leaving behind.

Does it?

More than you know.

Well, you're leaving behind hope.

We didn't have that before.

That's not what I meant.

Where are you headed from here?

Laramie.

I'm looking for Francis LeGrange.

Don't think I know him.

Think a little harder.

Why didn't you say so,

Your Honor?

Let's leave my honor out of it.

Where is he?

You've come at last.

I've been expecting you.

You remember me?

Are you not that

distinguished gentleman,

Death?

You killed my parents.

I killed many.

It's something that just...

seemed to come naturally to me.

I never troubled

to recall the details.

You recall this?

When I was seven,

I watched my daddy get hung

and I listened to my mama praying

for his soul be saved from hell.

This isn't about your parents.

It's about mine.

So shoot me.

What do you care what I say?

I just want to make sure

I'm killing the right man.

There is no wrong man.

Everyone's guilty of something.

You think I didn't see you that day,

hiding in the bushes

like a scared little schoolgirl?

I let you live

because I knew,

I knew you'd relive

that nightmare over and over

until it tore you apart,

and I prayed

that when that day came,

you would take

your rightful place in my plan

to bring more pain

into the world...

...more pain than all the good...

You killed him?

Mr. LeGrange died

of natural causes, ma'am.

Frankly, I'm surprised

he lived as long as he did.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I was wrong.

The man I was looking for,

it...

wasn't your father.

This, uh, belongs to you.

I know that now.

What are you gonna do?

Watch you ride off.

And wish things were different.

I'm gonna miss hearing you talk.

Is that a kiss good-bye?

No.

You hold onto this.

For both of us.

I'll be back.

Well, when you come,

I might just be waiting.

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