Goodnight for Justice Page #2

for blood, not justice.

- Get down! Get down!

- On the floor!

Faster, driver, faster!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hold on!

Mary!

Mr. Goodnight...

The Governor's offices

are closing now.

Where on Earth did you

find tulips in autumn?

Well, it wasn't in

the Wyoming Territory,

I can tell you that.

So, you saw the Governor?

- He's different than I thought.

- More talkative, I imagine.

Oh, yes, he's

a real chatterbox.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he told me

everything you wanted him to.

He always was very good

at taking directions.

Better than me, you mean.

You're angry with me, John.

It's just that the Wyoming Territory

is the most dangerous,

lawless place in America.

The last three judges there

met with an untimely death.

You're just as likely to meet with

one here, the way you've been living.

You know, I always hoped

you 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

that fast talk and fancy clothes

and big-city manners,

you're still the same tortured boy...

...and I fear you will never have

peace until you have justice.

It's been my blessing

to raise you, John.

The blessing is mine.

You gave me a life.

You lost your parents,

I lost my husband,

but we have each other.

Now, go out there

and find that killer.

Make him pay.

There's no guarantee I'll find him.

He may be dead already.

That will save you the trouble, then.

Just remember, there's a difference

between justice and revenge.

Aldous knew that.

And when the time comes...

...you'll know it, too.

Will I?

Because after all this time,

I still dream about killing him.

I do, too.

But there are

bigger dreams to have.

This is the knife that killed Aldous.

This is for hanging my friend, Judge.

These are yours now.

Aldous carried this gavel

for 20 years,

calling order in every manner

of court you can imagine.

He always said you needed order

to respect the law,

and the sound of this gavel

in his capable hand

would bring that order.

Some people do not heed

the call of the gavel.

They come reluctantly to justice.

And for those

who require it a little more,

that same capable hand

would guide them...

...with this.

Oh, John.

Good luck.

Will the, uh, court come to order?

The Honorable

John William Goodnight presiding.

First case.

Yes?

What seems to be the problem?

What brings you lovebirds

to court today?

Trouble in paradise?

We have a bathtub problem.

Yeah, a big problem.

Bathtub?

- That's right.

- Yeah.

This beanpole

poor excuse of a man

insists on taking his bath first,

and he's so dirty

that, by the time it's my turn,

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