Outlaw Justice

Eight years.

Eight years and I don't recall any of you writin'.

You can't read!

- Where are they, Tobey? - I don't know.

I didn't come all this way,

wait all those years to hear that.

I haven't seen 'em since the war, Holden.

And I'm just a farmer now.

Holden: Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Tobey!

This is an unpardonable waste of lead!

It's useless!

So, why don't you just step on out?

Because you'll kill me if I do.

After all this time, you still don't know me.

I don't wanna kill ya!

I want to talk!

Sorry, Holden, I just don't believe you.

Believe me, because if I come for you,

you're dead for sure.

Okay, I'm coming out.

Move into the light.

You look like hell, Tobey.

People'll think you're the one

that spent eight years in prison, not me.

One more time, where are they?

Guess you were right about me.

Why me?

Don't flatter yourself.

They'll get theirs.

You were just the one easiest to find.

That's all.

Get it over with.

You're in no position to ask for favors.

For the last time, Tobey.

Where are they?

Let's go.

This just came for you, Sheriff.

Thanks.

Damn.

This was bound to happen.

- How ya doin'? - Whoa!

Whoa, ha!

Hey.

Hey, you!

I saw that.

Stop!

Okay, forget it.

Who are you?

Lee Walker.

What do ya want?

Are you Bryce?

Come to help bury your father.

That's a nice weapon.

Got a lot more stopping power than that shovel.

You expecting a epidemic?

They were like that when I got here.

He rode with you, right?

He tell ya that?

In passing.

Wasn't a favorite topic of conversation.

We were business associates,

rode together a long time before the war.

Can't imagine he'd wanna be buried way out here.

Well, they wouldn't let me bury him in town

because of the way he died.

And lived.

- Get in the wagon. - What for?

Gonna bury him in town.

Listen, I don't want any trouble...

He's your father!

Get in the wagon!

Look who's comin'.

Hey, boy.

Stop it right there, son.

Hold that wagon.

Just where might you be going, fella?

Gonna give my friend a Christian burial.

Well, your friend wasn't much of a Christian,

and I've told the boy here that.

Now, you just turn this thing around.

Riding that coffin through town

can spoil a lotta people's day.

Not as much as I'm gonna spoil yours

if you don't get outta my way.

This man lead a heathen's life and died a heathen's death.

As mayor of this town, I'm telling you to turn around

and take him back where he came from.

Well, I can appreciate the fact

that you don't wanna look ignorant

in front of all your friends.

And being a Christian, I can probably forgive you.

But I don't know if he will.

Unless you move your self-righteous butt,

this heathen rifle's gonna blow out your candle.

Let's go, kid.

Mayor: Dammit, Conklin!

Ya just stood there!

You're paid plenty!

Not enough to die.

You another one of my father's business associates?

I guess you could say that.

I have a few questions.

Hmm, well...

I thought I recognized you two.

Damned if I didn't.

Boy, you've aged hard.

These are 10 years old.

We've already been pardoned for this.

You couldn't get two bits for it.

You see what kinda company your daddy kept?

Torrance: Who killed him?

Well, if I were to guess,

I'd probably come up with a long list of suspects.

Don't guess.

Oh, you want my help?

You make a fool outta me in front of the mayor and the town,

and now you want my help?

I don't see why I should be so lathered up to give it.

You can be made worse things than a fool.

Oh.

Well, maybe you could do me a little favor.

What?

There's some drunken herders at the Nugget.

Now, things are bound to get nasty.

Mayor doesn't want 'em there, I don't want 'em there.

My deputies have been afflicted with a streak of yellow.

Now, you solve my problem

and I'll answer your questions.

What kinda law is that?

More law than you deserve.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You boys are so tough,

be unfair advantage to give you back your guns.

Come on, dance! Dance!

Dance, I said!

Dance, dance!

Dance, yeah!

Gentlemen.

The mayor and the sheriff

are concerned about your rowdiness.

And I must admit I'm a little concerned about your manners.

So, at their request, I'm asking you all

to leave town now, peacefully.

Thank you.

Ain't you Lee Walker?

Yes, sir.

I thought you were dead, shot down in Amarillo.

Not that I know of.

Well, hell, ya look dead!

So far, you're doing just fine.

That one with you, that's Jesse Ray Torrance, ain't it?

That's him.

Man: Where's your guns, old-timers?

Well, we really didn't think we'd need 'em

just to ask a favor.

You two might a got away with this 10 years ago.

But from where I'm standing, you're just two old men.

It could be arranged you won't be standing.

Not by you two.

Now, you're dumber than a sack full of rocks.

My friend asked you nice to go.

Now, what?

- You take the left. - Right.

- No, the left. - Right.

I said the left!

It looks a lot worse than it is, kid.

Torrance: That could be your epitaph.

Ya!

Well, we did your dirty work for ya.

Conklin: Could be a friend of yours, wouldn't it?

That who you figured?

He left a message for ya.

He'll be in Almarilla, waiting.

You knew what he did out at the ranch

and didn't do anything about it?

Now, you two lived on the wrong side of the law

all your life, don't you expect any help from it.

Just 'cause you did all your killin' during the war

and got a pardon for it don't make it right with me.

At least we know where the man stands, huh?

Be kind enough to light this, Sheriff,

if it ain't askin' too much of the law.

You need a horse.

This your horse?

Gotcha a horse.

Looks like it's gonna be a pretty nice day after all.

- Let's go! - Ya!

Why'd you run off, kid?

Bryce: I'd seen enough.

Hell, you missed the best part.

Where ya headed now?

Find whoever killed my father.

Well, since we know who killed him

and we know where he went

and he's just waiting for us to follow him down there

so he can kill us, I'd say we all better go together.

Yeah, I've seen what you are.