Enter Henry Alan Blythe.
I picture him as a pretty-ish kind of handsome. Like there’s manly handsome and pretty handsome. John Snow on Game of Thrones, for example, is “pretty” handsome. Or Johnny Depp.
He’s got a Southern drawl…I don’t want to go full Foghorn Leghorn but you know, he’s got the “I’m just a simple country lawyer” thing going on.
I worried about him at first because we already have one educated know-it-all who likes to talk and uses big words – i.e. Doc.
However, as I thought about it – Doc has no clue what he’s doing. Doc deceives people on the basis that he believes he’s not deceiving at all. He’s basically a patsy.
Blythe knows exactly what he’s doing, what he wants, what he needs to say to get it.
He shows the judge a blank piece of paper but with his eye trick convinces him it is a pardon for the Buchanan Boys.
My hope is vampire fans will pick up that’s a glamour – vampire hypnosis.
He says something – the recipient more or less says it back but says it in a way so as to show he believes it is his idea. Reminiscent of “these aren’t the droids you’re looking for” from Star Wars i.e. the Jedi mind trick.
I worry this might be a plot hole that needs shoring up.
Why the hell is he bothering to save the Buchanan Boys if he’s just going to kill them the next night anyway?
The best argument I’ve come up with: they would have gone from the trial to the gallows immediately, been hung and turned into zombies (because they were fans of Doc’s special medicine) and then the townsfolk would be clued in on his plot to transport zombies across the river before his zombie transport train arrives.
Maybe he can explain that a little better. Maybe Hewitt and Becker can ask him about it.
Meanwhile, as henchmen go, I think Hewitt and Becker are great. They don’t really back-sass or disobey, they don’t get a lot in the way of character development – i.e. we don’t learn much about them personally, but as we’ll see in upcoming scenes, they’re scary.
because they had been sucking down Doc’s medicine,
Judge Sampson was not a man to be trifled with.
“The Legion Corporation? This case has nothing to do with your company!”
Blythe had a prominent Southern accent. So flamboyant was his drawl that it was almost as if he spent a lot of time working on it. The only thing he was missing was the mint julep.
“Your honor, may it please the court…”
“It does not please the court!” the Judge shouted. “The court is very displeased!”
The doors opened again and two men entered.
“Now who are these two peckerwoods?” the Judge so astutely inquired.
“Apologies,” Blythe said. “Where are my manners?”
The counselor pointed to his left, toward a man with a high widow’s peak, a square jaw and a stern face.
“This is Mr. Dalton Hewett.”
Blythe shifted his attention to his right, toward a man with short brown hair and a handlebar mustache. This…
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