All language subtitles for Lonesome.Dove.1989.Part.3.720p.BluRay.x264-SiNNERS-Eng

I never thought I'd
see you boys working naked.

Guess things went to hell
after I left.

This river's deep.

We ain't exactly overloaded
with dry clothes, neither.

Did you
find Lorie, Gus?

I imagine she's
sitting in front
of her tent,

looking at you.

We near
gave you up.

Glad you're all
still alive.

You catch
that bandit?

He slipped by me.

Got his friends, though.

Is she all right, Gus?

She needs her privacy
a while yet.

She went through
quite an ordeal.

Get with these cattle
before they scatter.

Over here.
I'm glad you're back.

I missed
listening to you.

Thank you, fellas.

At least my pigs
made it all right.

Where you planning
to leave her?

Leave her?

I have no intention
of leaving her.

What's the word
on Jake?

They got mad
and rode off
after you left.

Said he's going
to Fort Worth.

And now
you have become

this gal's
caretaker.

Yeah, I guess I have.

Hell, she's not even
the one you're after.

No, she ain't.
That's true, too.

What are you
going to do

if Clara's still
a married woman

and don't even
remember you?

I had,
I believe, uh...

That would
break my heart,
Woodrow.

"Dear Peach,

"Roscoe Brown was killed
by a bad outlaw.

"And so was Joe.

"A girl named Janey
was also killed.

"I don't know much
about her.

"Roscoe said
he met her in the woods.

"I am going on
to Ogallala

"to look for Ellie.

"I do not know
when I will be back."

If I'd have
known them pigs

were so fickle as to
take up with that
old Mexican,

I'd have
made bacon
out of them.

Lorie, darling.

Come here.

'I God, Lorie,

you smell as fresh
as the morning.

It's a miracle
how you keep fresh
out in these parts.

I'm a shameful
sight, ain't I?

It's Woodrow's fault.

He wouldn't let me
bring my tailor
on this trip.

Now here it is,
a beautiful morning.

And you're
about to cry. Why?

Now, Lorie,

we're an honest pair,
ain't we?

Tell me what's wrong.

What's wrong?

I feel like you don't
want me no more.

You ain't asked me
for a poke since...

Since then.

Shh.

Lorie, come on, I...

You can have one
if you want.

I won't
charge you nothing.

In that case,
I'll take it.

What, five or six or

10 or 12.

No, the truth is,

I thought you'd
want to stay clear
of such doings.

See, that's natural.

You best
take your time.

You best
take your time.

It doesn't matter
how much time.

Hello there, Newt.
Good morning.

Good morning
to you, Gus.

Good morning,
Miss Lorena.

Po made you
breakfast.

He asked me
to bring it.

What is it, bugs?

Bugs?

Po cooks anything.
Ain't that right?

Yeah, Gus.
That's right.

Bugs?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Sometimes
he'll cook things
like grasshoppers.

Yes, ma'am.
Ain't that funny?

Why don't you sit
and have coffee with us?

Oh, no, Gus.
I best get back
to the herd.

Tell Po thank you.

Ok, I will.

Thank you
for bringing it over.

Well, yes, ma'am,
and thank you for...

Thank you for...

Go on, Newt, before you
step on your tongue.

Thank you.

Wouldn't be too hard
to take that bunch.

I thought we was
going to rob banks.

I don't remember nothing
about stealing horses.

You got something
against stealing horses?

It don't happen to be
my line of work, that's all.

You ain't too old
to learn something new.

If you are,

we can leave you
right here,

dead in the ground.

I won't tolerate
no shirkers.

Dan's feeling a bit
bloody today, ain't he?

Ain't he.

You coming?

I guess if you watch,
you'll find out, won't you?

They're headed this way.

Eddie, hold the horses.

Why can't I go?
I shoot good as Roy.

Hell, that ain't much.

Roy couldn't
hit his foot
tied to a tree.

You know we're
going to let Jake
shoot them anyhow.

Ain't that right, Jake?

Ambush!

Pull hard!

What are you doing?
The fighting's up here.

They got Frog Lip.

Frog, you hit?

I am.

Where you going?

To round up
them horses we stole.

We want them, don't we?

Best stay here,

unless you think
you're bulletproof.

Roy, you and Eddie
go gather up
them horses.

I never thought
they'd get you, Frog.

Shoot him
and go on.

He's the one shot.

Shoot him and
be done with it.

Well, I'd hate
to shoot Frog.

You shoot him, Roy.

Dan told you
to do it, Eddie.

Would you like to
shoot him, Jake?

I've knowed him
all my life.

No, I wouldn't
care to.

No one's much help.

Damn it,
what a bunch
of old ladies.

Go on, gather up
them horses!

Guess it was just
Frog's unlucky day, huh?

I guess it can
happen to anybody,

can't it, Spoon?

Captain!

Captain!

Ho! Ho!

Hold them up.
Hold them.

'I God, who have
we lost now?

I thought it was
one of our boys,
but it ain't.

Deets found him.
Been shot twice.

Still alive?

Just barely.

What did he say?

He said horse thieves.

Murdering horse thieves.

Let's keep the cattle
headed north.

Keep somebody
looking for water

and get this boy buried
in them cottonwood trees.

(THUNDER)

Was it Indians?

Horse thieves.

Pea, you come with us.

You, too, Newt.

Come on.

We're going
to track them.

I'm going with you.

No. You'll be
perfectly safe
with the wagon.

Gus.

Can't let
a horse thief off,

particularly one
that's killed a boy.

You're coming back
for me?

Absolutely.

Dish, stay with her
night and day.

Ha!

Pea,

you and Newt go look
in them bushes yonder.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Ugh... Ugh.

Yeah. There's
another one over here!

They went yonder way.

How many
we up against?

Four.

There's five of us.

The odds are in our favor.

What are you
looking down about?

Mr. Jake,
he one of them.

I seen his horse's track.

These are horse thieves
and murderers.

They might have
stole Jake's horse.

No.

I know the track
his horse make
when he riding it.

Dang.

I hope
you're wrong, Deets.

Yes, sir,

but I ain't.

What is it?
Sodbusters.

Hold it.

(MULE BRAYS)

Hyah!
Giddup there.

Hyah!
Giddup.

Sodbusters.

Didn't I
tell you?

You boys wait here.

You, too, Spoon.

Dan hates sodbusters.

Hates their guts
and livers.

Howdy.
Howdy.

Aw.

Damn.

Feeling bloody again,
ain't he?

Ain't he.

He wants us
to come on.

What did you find?

Just this old watch.

Damn sodbusters.

You shot those two men
for a watch?

Shot them.

Now I'm going
to hang them.

Hang them?
Dan, you beat all.

I never heard
of hanging dead men.

Shot them, hang them,
then I'm going
to burn them.

Damn sodbusters
can't ever be too dead
to suit me.

Jake,

Eddie.
Drag them fellas
over under this tree.

I ain't no part of this.
The hell you ain't.

Pretty sight,
ain't it?

Damn sodbusters.

Let's go
gather our horses
afore they scatter.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hello.

Who is it?

It's me. Dish.

I brought some food
for you.

Well, I'm not hungry.

I'll wait
till Gus gets back.

He might be two,
three days.

He asked me
to look after you.

I don't want nobody
looking after me
but Gus.

Well, it was Gus
that told me.

I'm setting the plate
here by the flap.

What are you doing?

Well, I guess I'm
looking after you
like Gus said.

I don't need
no looking after.

You don't have to stay.
I don't mind.

'I God, a gravedigger
could make a fortune
in these parts.

You ought to
buy a spade and
go into business.

I believe
I'll pass on that.

That's a bad bunch
we're after.

Bad as I ever seen.

Newt, you all right?

Jake couldn't have had
nothing to do with this.

Jake's always just
kind of drifted.

Any wind
can blow him.

Come on. Let's get
these poor fellas
planted.

They're close.

Camped down
by a creek.

You seen them?

I seen them.

Four of them.

Well?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Jake
one of them.

I wish he'd
stayed with Lorie.

She might have
aggravated him,

but she wouldn't have
led him to this.

Give me that.

Save some for me, Dan.

Why would I?

You're lazy as Jake.

Neither of you
pulls your weight
in this outfit.

(GUN COCKS)

Sit still.

Hold your damn fire!
We're horse traders.

Hello, Gus.

Captain.

Get his gun, Deets.

You don't think
I'd try to shoot you,
do you?

Get your boots off, boys.

Damn if we will.

I said we was
horse traders.

We're more persuaded
by the bodies we buried.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You're lying.

We bought
those horses.

You buy them cowboys
you shot?

You buy them
two farmers?

Boys, get your ropes.

Tie them up.

I didn't kill anybody.

I fell in with them
to get through
the territory.

I was going to leave
first chance I got.

You should've
left earlier.

A man that'll
go along with
five killings

is leaving slow.

Go ahead, Newt.

Well, Pea,

you know me.
I'm no killer.

Deets, you
know it, too.

Gus, I ain't
no criminal.

Now, you know that.

Dan killed them sodbusters,
I didn't.

Shut your damn mouth.

Put them
on their horses.

Where is he going?

Pick out a tree
to hang you from.

Gus...

You ride with outlaws,
you die with outlaws.

I'm sorry
you crossed the line.

I didn't see
no line, Gus.

I was trying to get
through the territory

without getting scalped,
that's all.

I'm sure that's true, Jake.

You're all yellow.

All of ya.

Else you'd have
fought me fair.

Say goodbye
to your brothers.

They ain't worth a red piss.

Neither are you.

Suggs, you're the kind
that's a pleasure to hang.

All you talk is guff.
Talk to the devil.

I should've been second.

Little Eddie
was the youngest.

Never meant to scare
the boy's horse
just then.

You ready?

Yes.

I guess so.

You might like to know
I got Lorie back.

Who?

I'm sorry it's us
that's got to do this, Jake.

I wish it had fallen
to somebody else.

Hell, boys.

I'd rather be hung
by friends

than a bunch
of damn strangers.

Newt.

Adios, boys.

Don't hold it
against me.

I never meant no harm.

I swear.

Yes, sir.
He died fine,
didn't he?

Well, let's go
dig him a grave.

We got a herd of cattle
to look after.

Jake wasn't no killer.

Jake wasn't.

Jake liked to joke.

He didn't like to work.

I've got exactly those
same failings myself.

Mama? Mama!
Mama!

Somebody's coming!

I see it.

Senora,
someone is coming.

We already told her.

Want me to kill
a hen for supper?

No. Not yet.

They might not
want to stop.

Girls, go on
about your chores.

That wagon
won't be here soon.

Has daddy
talked any today?

No, not today.

Are his eyes open?

Yes, they're open.

Well, why can't he
talk then?

His head's hurt
on the inside, honey.

You couldn't talk if
a horse kicked you.

You girls go
do your chores.

I'll race you!

I wish our boys
had lived, Bob.

Wouldn't that
be something,

to still have
all of them?

Hello.

I'm Clara Allen,
my daughters
Sally and Betsy,

and this is Cholo.

Are we in Nebraska?

Yes. Won't you get down
and rest a while?

Do you know a fellow
named Dee Boot?

I'm going to Ogallala
to find him.

Dee Boot? Sí.

Pistolero.

Well, you missed Ogallala
by about 20 miles.

You're welcome
to stay the night
here if you'd like.

I've come

all the way from Arkansas

to find Dee.

Why, you're pregnant.

Take her in the house.
Draw some water.

Hurry up, girls.

She's going
to have a baby.

A baby?

Come on.

(BABY CRYING)

It's a boy.

It's a miracle
you got here on time.

If she'd had this baby
on the plains,

I doubt either one
would have lived.

Which one of you's
the father?

Well,
neither one,
ma'am.

Her husband's
a sheriff

down in
Fort Smith,
Arkansas.

It's this fellow
Dee Boot
she's looking for.

Can she go now?

Go?

She won't be
going anywheres

for at least a week.

She's lost
lots of blood.

(BABY CRIES)

That baby
wants his supper.

Sure does.

Excuse us, please.

Goodness!
You shouldn't be up.

There.

How's that?

Well,

you got a fine
baby boy here,

and a hungry one, too.

Ma'am?

Don't she want
her baby, Mama?

Sally,

you go on
and boil some milk.

Betsy, you help her.

You just rest now.

We'll take care
of this baby
for you tonight.

You'll feel
better tomorrow,
all right?

What is it?
They leave.

Feel bad about
not bringing the baby.

What do you care?
It ain't yours.

Ellie,
we're in Ogallala.

I'm cold.

She got her
the fevers.

Well,
I ain't no doctor.

Hold up, Zwey.

Whoa.

Hey, you!

We got
a sick woman here.

Where's your doctor live?

Don't know
there is one.

What's wrong?

She's got
the fevers.

Where's Dee?

Who, ma'am?

Dee Boot.
She's looking for him.

You know Dee Boot?

I don't know him.
I know where he is.

In that jailhouse.

Wake up, Dee.
You got visitors.

Who is it?

It's me, Dee.

Ellie.

Ellie?

I left July.

All I could think about
was you.

Big Zwey and Luke
brought me
in the wagon.

They're going to hang me
next Friday,

if they don't
lynch me before.

Hang you?

Why, Dee?

What for?

I killed a boy.

What did he do,
aggravate you?

No, just a settler's boy.

I was trying
to scare him off

for some cowmen
that hired me.

This boy jumped
the wrong way,
and I killed him.

What's wrong that you
got to be carried in?

I had a baby.

I left it
so I could get here.

All I could think about

is getting here...

To...

She's bleeding.

Leon!

Leon!

Hello, señor.

Aah! Aah!

You girls,
stop that yelling.

Mama! Mama!

She put
a grasshopper
down my dress.

I don't care.

Don't scream
around the house.

You got the whole
prairie for screaming.

See! A grasshopper!

Girls!

I'm going
to get you!

We have another
visitor, señora.

Pardon
the commotion.

We're a loud bunch.

Won't you get down?

Thanks, but I wouldn't
want to trouble you.

We grow our
own troubles here.

Their names
are Sally and Betsy.

I'm Clara Allen.

I'm July Johnson
from Arkansas.

Come in. Have
something to eat.

Sorry.

I guess I forgot
my manners.

It's all right.

I like to see
a hungry man eat.

You say you're
from Arkansas?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Fort Smith.

I was the sheriff there.

Not now.

Mr. Johnson...

Are you looking
for your wife
by any chance?

Yes, I am.

Is her name Elmira?

How do you know?

Your wife stopped here
a couple weeks ago

in the company
of two buffalo hunters.

Ellie was here?

She had this baby

and left the same night.

What's the matter
with him?

Mr. Johnson,
if you'll excuse us,

we'll leave you alone
a few minutes.

Come on, girls.

Why is that man crying?

Shh!

I guess he's been
looking for his wife
a long time.

But he's a man.

Men have tears in them
same as you.

Your pa showed up,
didn't he?

Mr. Johnson,

I know you're tired,

and I expect
you're heartsick
over your wife,

but I'm going to say
a terrible thing to you.

I used to be ladylike,
but

this country's
made me blunt.

I don't believe
that woman wants

you or this child,
either one.

She left here
to find a fella
named Dee Boot

in Ogallala.

She never even
looked at her baby.

Well, she had
a hard trip.

Maybe she was just...

Addled.

I like young things,
Mr. Johnson.

I get attached
real quick.

I'm getting real attached
to young Martin here.

I know he ain't mine,

but he ain't
your wife's
anymore, either.

Do you want him?

I don't know what to do.

I've been so long
since I done
anything right.

Can't even remember it.

I lost my three boys.

Pneumonia took them.

I'll take young Martin
if you don't want him.

But if you do, I wish

you'd take him before
I get too attached.

I can't go through
the heartsick

of losing another one.

I would like to ride
into Ogallala first and

see if I can't find Ellie.

If you would allow me that.

All right.

Them boys
getting all worked up

thinking about whoring
in Ogallala.

You, too, I imagine.

You mean Clara?

When you go see her,

will you leave me
in the tent?

I'm going to take you
and introduce you properly.

Clara don't see
another woman
once a month.

She'll be happy
for feminine
conversation.

She'll know
what I am.

She'll recognize
right off you're
a fine human being.

Now, you don't duck
your head to nobody.

Not to Clara,
not to me,

not to nobody.

I bet she's always
been a lady, huh?

A lady can slice
your jugular
as quick as a Comanche.

Clara's got
a sharp tongue.

She's tomahawked me

many a time in the past.

You'll like her.

Gus,

I'm afraid
I'm going to lose you.

I'm afraid you're
going to marry her.

You're working yourself
into a sweat for nothing.

Clara had two or three
chances to marry me,

and she didn't take them.

But you'd like
to marry her,
wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

I would.

(SINGING IN SPANISH)

Hello, girls.

I hear you're
planning an orgy

when we get
to Ogallala.

It's fine for
you to laugh.

You got Lorena.

What's good for me
ain't necessarily good
for the weak-minded.

Po, I understand
you tell fortunes.

Yes, but I don't know
if I can tell yours.

Don't tell mine.

I might drown
in the Republican River.

We'd sure miss you, too,

wouldn't we, boys?

Which river
I drown in
don't matter.

I'd like to know
my matrimonial prospects.

How many more times

am I likely to marry?

All right.

You spit in the wagon.

No more wife for you.

That's disappointing.
I've only had two
so far.

Neither one
lived that long.

I figured
I was due one more.

No.

There.

Feeling better?

He's as faithful
as any dog,
isn't he?

He's been there
ever since they
brought you in.

He's asked me
a thousand times

if you were going
to live.

It's a wonder you did,

with all the blood
you've lost.

I've got to make rounds.

I'll look in on you
when I get back.

I found you, Ellie.

That doctor said you're
strong enough to talk.

You don't have
to talk, though,
if you don't want to.

I got a piece
of bad news...

It's real bad.

Joe got killed.

Him and Roscoe...

And a girl...

Outlaw killed 'em.

And I ought to have
stayed with 'em,
but, uh...

That baby is fine,
Ellie.

I didn't even know
it was ours.

She named him Martin,

if that's all right
with you.

They hanged Dee.

I only got to see
him for a minute,

and then I fainted,

and when I woke up,

they'd already
hanged him.

You just rest now.

I'll look in
on you again
in the morning.

Good morning.

Uh, I come to
see Ellie.

She's gone.

Gone?

They left last night,
her and that big feller.

I tried
to dissuade them.

Where to?

St. Louis.

I told them they
might as well leave
their scalps here

if they're going
that way.

It's the Sioux...
Army's got 'em
stirred up.

They're damned fools
to go East,

and I told
them so, too.

She was set on leaving,
and he didn't argue.

Well...

Mr. Johnson.

Did you find
your wife?
Yes, I did.

I guess
you were right.

She's gone on to
St. Louis now.

And you, Mr. Johnson...

You made your plans?

Well, I always, uh,

lived in Arkansas.

How are you
with horses?

Horses...

Well...

Cholo's been doing
all his own work
and Bob's, too.

I guess that can't
go on forever.

I'll offer you
a job right here,
if you want it.

I'm not sure I know
much about horses.

No, and you
ain't lived anyplace
but Arkansas, have you?

But you ain't nailed down
or stupid, are you?

You can learn, can't you?

Yeah...

Yeah,
I guess I could.

He sick?

No.

He's fine.

I guess he's just
punishing you

for ignoring him
all this time.

Here, Mr. Johnson.

Meet your son.

(CRYING)

Well, that's
a good sign.

I guess you'd
at least catch him

if somebody
threw him off a roof.

Who knows?

Might even
come to like you.

There you are.

Shh, sh-shh.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(BELL RINGS)

You look just
like a preacher
in that frock coat.

You get those
water barrels?

Yeah. Let's go.

Go?

I thought
since we're in town,
we'd have a meal and...

Talk some philosophy.

I don't know
a philosophy.

I don't like
being away
from the herd

with all these
boys in town.

I'll take it.

Your philosophy is
you worry too much.

Jake would've
gone with us

if we hadn't
hung him.

He brought that
on hisself.

I know that, Woodrow.

I just remember how
he was around supper.

What's all
that there?

Things for Lorie.

I'd like to
see what you got
in the way of combs,

brushes, and hand mirrors.

Women like to see
what they look like.

Ain't that right,
Woodrow?

You're the one
who'd know that.

Throw in a parasol,
too.

Look. There's
Dish yonder.

We'll ask him.

Yeah.
Betcha he'd know.

Dish.

Howdy, boys.
Having a good time?

We're lookin' for
some whores, but

where do you look?

See that saloon yonder?

Plenty of whores in there.

Thanks, Dish.

Well, what's keeping
you boys?

I thought you
wanted whores.

How much
they cost?

How long you want them?

Long enough,
I reckon.

How much for that?

Varies from
girl to girl.

I met a nice one
a minute ago
named Mary.

She's got
a friend they call
the buffalo heifer.

They'd do
for you boys.

Can't expect
top quality
first time.

Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

I'm Captain Weaver.

This is Dixon,
our scout.

We're looking
for fresh horses.

Ours are
near wore out
chasing Red Cloud.

That's a nice-lookin'
animal right there.

Thank you.
I like him myself.

I'll take him
and any others.

He's not for sale.

I ain't askin’.

I'm tellin' ya.

I'm requisitioning
that horse...

Uh, for the government.

I'm telling you,

he's not for sale.

You'd defy the U .S. Army?

That's treason.

You cowboys

can be hung
for treason.

Now,

how much

for that gelding?

He's not for sale.

Ha! You damned
cowboys are too
fond of your horses.

Are you going
to dismount,

or should I drag you off
that pile of soap bones?

Ha! Now ain't
you a tomcat.

Ow! Ohh!

That'll teach you
to sass.

Go on.
Get his horse.

No, sir. This horse
ain't for sale.

Dish told you that.

You cowboys
are pests.

Now give me
that horse!
No, sir.

I said give me
that horse,
damn you!

No, sir!

Give him to me!

Let him go!

Give me that horse!

Give him to me!

I said, give him to me!

Give me that horse!

Aah!

He's killing
him, Gus.

Woodrow!
It's me!

Woodrow, it's me,
Augustus!

Damn it, Woodrow!

Look at me, now.
Woodrow...

All right, now.

Come here.

You hurt?

No, sir.

Just quirted
me some.

Newt wouldn't let him
take Dish's horse.

Much obliged
for that, Newt.

That's all
right, Dish.

Get your man and
go, right now.

Ain't much left
to go with.

Just get what there is,
Sergeant.

You bring the wagon?

I'll bring it.

I hate rude behavior
in a man.

I won't tolerate it.

It don't do to anger
Woodrow F. Call,
does it?

I never seen
the Captain
so riled before.

He almost killed
that man.

Well, why wouldn't he?

Him beating you like that.
His own son.

His own son?

You boys deserve
a frolic

before we start out
to the far north.

Here. Here. Here.

Hey, "Gents welcome."

That's us.

Here we are.

Who's gonna knock?

Not me. I ain't
gonna knock.

Well, maybe we
ought to have us
another beer or two.

Durn it, Allen.

Howdy, ma'am.

Who is it, Buf?

Troop of young fellers,
best I can see.

Well, they just
let you out of school?

Well, what can we do
for you boys?

Want to ride
the bucking pony,
is that it?

Yes, ma'am,
I reckon we do.

Can you pay?

This pony don't buck
for free.

Well, is this enough?

Mary, looks like
we got us a bunch
of rich cattlemen.

You boys come in,

and I'm going
to take you, honey.

I seen him first.
I ought to have dibs.

Well, have at him, then.

These two here
will suit me just fine.

Hey, Jimmy,
where you going?

Not me. I ain't
going in there.

Come on, cowboy,
skin them pants off.

We ain't got all day
for you little tadpoles.

Mr. Johnson sure is
a hard worker.

Yes, he is,

and he sure has
learned a lot
about horses

since he's
been here, too.

His wife ought to
have loved him,

instead of
running off
and getting killed.

"Ought" ain't worth
as much as a gnat

when you're talking
about love.

She loved somebody else.

Do you still
love Daddy,

even like that?

He can't help
how he is.

He got his head kicked.

I wish
he'd get well.

Is he gonna die,
Mama?

We're doing everything
we can for him.

Somebody's coming.

I'm going, too.

Be careful of Martin.
He ain't a stick of wood.

Come on, Mama,
let's see who it is.

Your mama
works you hard?
Uh-huh.

Where's your mama now?
She's inside.

Well, pretty as ever.

Why, Mama!

Gus, ain't you
gonna introduce
your friends?

Well...

Well,
you know Woodrow.

How do you do?

And this is
Miss Lorena Wood.

She's come all the way
from Lonesome Dove.

I don't know
whether to envy
or pity you, Miss Wood,

riding all this way
with Mr. McCrae here.

I know he's entertaining,

but that much
entertainment
could break a person.

Oh, and, uh,
that there's Newt.

Howdy, ma'am.

Newt who?

I'm Newt Dobbs, ma'am.

Captain McCrae...

Sheriff Johnson.

Never thought
I'd see you again.

Well, I guess,
as they say,

it's a small world.

I guess it is, Gus.

You must know
everybody in it by now.

Girls, you go fetch
three pullets.

I thought we'd have
a picnic.

Oh, Ma, let's do.

I understand
your husband
has horses for sale.

Bob's upstairs sick.

July, you and Cholo
show the captain
what we got.

I'll come
price them

after you've made
your picks.

All right.

Come on in.

You're that sheriff
from Arkansas,

the one that come looking
for Jake Spoon.

That seems like
a long time ago now.

I'm not looking
for him anymore.

Good, 'cause he fell in
with a bad bunch,

and we hung him.

What happened
to Sheriff Johnson's wife?

Indians got her.

So you adopted both
father and the baby?

You was always one
to grab, Clara.

Listen to him.

Hasn't seen me
in 16 years

and still feels free
to criticize.

No. It was really
young Martin there
I wanted.

As time goes on,
I got less and less
use for grown men.

The years haven't taken
your bloom.

I'll say that.

You'll have to
forgive us, Miss Wood.

Gus and I were
sweethearts once.

I know. Gus told me.

Almost as pretty here
as that little spot
down in Texas

where we used to
picnic.

You remember that?

Of course.

I stopped there
for a few minutes
on my way up.

Clara's orchard.

That was
a happy place,
wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

So, Gus,

what did you achieve
all those years

in Lonesome Dove?

Not much.

Shot a few
Mexican bandits,

drank a lot
of whiskey.

That's all you did?

You could have
done it right here
in Ogallala

and been a friend
to me.

I lost
my three boys, Gus.

I needed a friend.

Well, you was
married, Clara.

I didn't think it
proper.

I was never so married
I couldn't have managed
a friend.

Hell, I wish
you'd wrote
and told me that.

I did write you.

You did?
I wrote you
lots of times.

Tore up the letters,
though.

I figured
if you didn't come
of your own accord,

I didn't have
any use for you anyway.

I like your young girl.

What was she doing
in Lonesome Dove?

What she could.
Don't hold it
against her.

I might have done
the same myself

under some circumstances.

I doubt that, Clara.

You think
you know so much
about women, Gus,

but you don't.

You're way overrated
in that regard.

'I God, but
you're sassy.

No, I'm honest.

You always did take that
for being sassy.

That Newt's
about the same age

my Jim would have been
if he'd lived.

Newt's a fine boy.
He really is.

Does he know
Captain Call's
his father?

Yeah.

I told him
just the other day.

Woodrow wouldn't?

Yep.

You know Woodrow.

Yeah, I know Woodrow,
and I detest him.

I always have.

Rankles me
he got so much of you,

and I got so little
over the years.

I think I had
the better claim.

I'll say.

Well...

I wish I had come, Clara.

I wish I'd have come
a long time ago.

I really do.

You should leave
that girl here.

Got no business
taking her up to Montana.

Well, I doubt
she'd stay.

She might if you'd
stay out of it.

She'll die or get killed

or age before her time,
like I have.

I can't see
you've aged.

You have, too,
although I doubt
you'll admit it.

The older the violin,
the sweeter the music.

You ever hear that?

Yeah, I heard it, Gus,
many times before.

Watch Woodrow
when she names her price.

Oh, hell.

Ha ha ha!

Now wait a minute.

Woodrow finally
met his match.

She didn't budge
a penny.

Nope.
She sure didn't.

Newt?

See that
little sorrel there

with the star
on his forehead?

I want you to have him.

Captain,
see that little sorrel

with the star
on his forehead?

I'm giving him
to Newt.

Giving him to Newt?

I'm making him
a gift of that horse.

Deduct him from
the price later.

I want you
well mounted
up in Montana.

Thank you
very much, ma'am.

Thank you for
that picnic, too.

It was special.
I never been
on one.

We enjoyed having you.

If Montana
don't suit you,

you can come back
anytime.

I'll give you
plenty of work.

I'd like that.
Newt!

I'll help
the captain.

Thank you.

You'd adopt
the whole bunch
if you could.

I like that boy.

Sally likes him, too.

He should be ready
to marry when
Sally comes of age.

'I God, Clara.

Come on, Gus.

I want you to see Bob
before you go.

Why'd she give you
that horse?

I don't know.

She just did.

She wouldn't give
a nickel on these,

then gives you one free.
Makes no sense.

Women.

Why'd you come here
with Call?

I was hoping I'd
find you a widow.

Didn't miss by much,
either.

You missed by years, Gus.

You had a long ride
for nothing.

Why, it's happiness itself
to see you, Clara.

I'm surprised you'd dare
bring that woman
into my house.

I thought you
liked Lorie.
I do like her.

I mind, though.

She's so young
and pretty.

I told you what happened.

It's an accident
she's here.

I never notice you
having accidents
with ugly girls.

Well...

Just been lucky, I guess.
I don't know.

You were my dream, Gus.

All these years
you've been my dream.

I used to think about you
two or three hours
a day.

I wish I'd known that.

I didn't want you here.

Not really.

I knew you for a rake
and a rambler.

But it sure was nice

pretending you loved
only me.

Well, I do only
love you, Clara.

I've grown fond
of Lorie,

but it ain't like
this feeling I got
for you.

She loves you.

Don't you know
it would destroy her
if you stayed?

I do know that.

Would you destroy her
if I said stay?

I expect so.

That ain't an answer, Gus.

You know I would, Clara.

I'd smother Bob
and send Lorie
to perdition!

Such talk.
I would.

No.

Bob will die
when he has a mind to.

I'll probably
have to sit

and watch you father
four or five children

in your old age.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

I'm sorry.

It's just her beauty
that set me off.

Well, pretty
ain't everything.

You're still pretty,
Clara.

You're still
the deceiving man
you've always been, Gus.

With your
permission, Bob.

I'd like a kiss.

Come on.

Now stop it.

You beat any woman
I ever saw for...

Taking the starch
out of a man.

You still in the mind
to marry me, Gus?

I don't know, Clara.

I really don't.

No.

I won't marry again.

I haven't got
enough respect
for men,

and I've met
very few

who are
honest, Gus.

You ain't
one of them.

I'm about half honest.

That's the truth.

Come on.

You put it
through the hole.

Ok.

Look, Sally.

Lorie,

it's time to
be saddling up.

So soon, Gus?

Miss Wood,

I wish
you'd stay here.

Montana's no place
for a lady.

Well...

A lady.

Do, Miss Wood.
Please do.

Please do.
We could sew
some more dresses.

Gus...

Will you come back?

You bet.

A ladies' man like me
can't be expected

to resist such
a passel of beauties.

I'll warn you,
these girls will
wear you out.

You're going to wish
you were back
in cow camp.

Well.

All right.

Good.
That's settled then.

Come on, girls.

Let's go fix
Miss Wood's room.

I'll come with you,
Gus, if you want.

It's just real nice here,
and she's so friendly.

I'm happy for you
to stay.

You spent enough time
in that...

Dirty old tent.

I never even thought
about staying
until she asked.

You still want
to marry her?

No.

Well,
I don't see why not.

Well...

Times have
changed us, Lorie,

me and Clara both.

I can't imagine
anything changing
you, Gus.

You will come back,
won't you?

Sure, I'll come back.

You probably
won't want me then.

Why wouldn't I?

You'll have discovered
by then that there's...

Something in this
old world besides me.

You'll find
that there's others...

That treat you decent.

Why, there's none
like you, Gus.

Well, ladies...

I reckon, uh,
it's time to be going.

There's cheap land not
three days' ride from here.

I don't see why you have
to go to Montana

where the Indians
can outfight you.

It's where
we started for.

We like
to get to where
we started for,

even if it don't
make sense.

It don't.

Hell,
I know it don't.

I'd like to see
one more place
that ain't settled

before I take up
the rocking chair.

This part of
the country's settled?

You're here.

Pretty soon it won't
be nothing but
schoolhouses.

Ha ha ha!

Lorie, darling.

Ladies.

This damn wind's
bad luck.

What if Jake
lied to us?

What if Montana ain't
the paradise he described?

What's if it's like this,
no water, no nothing?

That Deets?

Find any water?

Yes, sir.

Well?

80 miles, Captain.

'I God, 80 miles?

Well,

we ain't
turning back.

I'll go
tell the boys
to keep pushing.

Captain's determined.

Be interesting to see
if that determination

can get us 80 miles
with no water.

What are we doing?
This ain't our country.

Woodrow's set
on being the first

to raise cattle
in Montana.

No changing
his mind.

A man ought not
to leave his country,

go wandering around
like this.

Captain, wake up.

We're here.

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Morning, girls.

1 2 horses are missing.

Indians got them.

They come sneaking
here on foot last night.

I guess it was
their charity

they didn't steal
the whole bunch.

I doubt you
sleeping beauties
would have noticed.

Them durn Indians
might decide
to get us.

You're going
to get the drizzles
if you don't relax.

They got Custer.

He fought Indians
his whole life.

Let's go, Gus.
We got some horse
thieves to find.

Just when I was
getting comfortable.

Dish, you keep
these cattle.

Graze them up
this little creek.

I don't want
them wore out

before we strike
for the Powder River.

You ready, Gus?

Why, hell, yes,
I'm ready, Woodrow.

Don't I look ready?

Sure this is worth it
for 12 horses?

We can't start
putting up
with horse theft.

You know that.

Camp's ahead in
a draw with some water.

How many?
Couldn't be many.

A chigger couldn't live here.

Mostly women
and children.

I didn't see more
than two boys
fighting age.

Too durn hot to fight.

Let's wait
until night,

then steal
the nags back.

They're starving,
Captain.

They done cut up
one horse already.

'I God, you mean they stole
our horses for meat?

They're real poor.

They're just
having a picnic.

We had one without
nobody shooting at us.

I'm just going to
scare them off

so we can get
our horses.

We'll leave
them two.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

(CRYING)
Nina!

(CRYING)
Nina!

Poor little
boy's blind.

He can't see
nothing.

Deets, don't.
Don't, Deets.

Oh. Oh.

Aw.

Hush up,
little fella.

You'll be all right.

Deets is going
to take care of you.

What you crying about?

Here.

Here. You want
to play with something?

Here. Ok?

Play with that?

Hey, he's
all right now.

He's afraid
everybody left him.

Set that baby down!

They think
you're stealing him!

Here. Take him.
I'm just helping him...

Deets!

Aah!

(GUNSHOT)

Take him, Captain.
I'm about to fall.

Easy. Easy.

You just rest
a minute, Deets.
Just rest.

Easy.

Easy.

You just rest
a minute, Deets.

Easy.

Where's Newt?

Newt ain't here now.
He's...

I guess
it's our fault.

We should have
shot sooner.

I don't want to
start thinking

about all the things
we should have done
for this good man.

Nina?

(SPEAKING INDIAN LANGUAGE)