All language subtitles for Bonanza - S01E15 - The Last Hunt.eng

I just don't understand it,
Little Joe.

Dang ole ram tracks
are everywhere.

Looks to me like
he's just walking around

and around in a circle.

Yeah, we just don't have
any luck, that's all.

Dang the wet boots.

(grunts)

(cocking gun)

This one's stuck worse
than the other one.

(gunshot)

Doggone you!

Well now you're
gonna get it.

What are you talking
about, Little Joe?

You know what I'm
talking about.
(groans)

Little Joe,
what's the matter with you?

You let me go so I
can bust you one.

HOSS:
Not till I find out
what's ailing ya.

LITTLE JOE:
You spoiled a perfect shot
I had at him.

At-at who?

That ole big horn we've
been tracking!

Little Joe, you sure

this high altitude
ain't got you a little--

little light-headed.
I just saw him.

Where?

Up there-- where we
just come from.

(laughs)

You laughing at me?

Not at you, Little Joe.
At us.

We've been chasing that
ole big horn for two weeks

and this is the first time
we've laid eyes on him.

You know why?
Because all that time

he's been tracking us!

(both laughing)

HOSS:
Come on. We gotta get back
and get out of here.

LITTLE JOE:
Can't we stay up
just one more day?

Well, you can if you
want to, Little Joe,

but I'll come up
next spring,

and dig your froze carcass
out of that snow.

All right, we'll start
packing out tomorrow.

Yeah, boy.

You get real busy now
and round up some grub

for your big brother 'fore
I faint plum away.

Okay, beans and bacon
coming up.

(theme song playing)

Injun!

(explosive popping)

Hey!

(popping continues)

You all right, Little Joe?

Will be as soon as my
ears stop popping.

(popping continues)

Check that thievin'
Indian over there.

Well, there's the last
of our supplies

and a little ammunition
we had left.

Hey, Hoss, come here.

Look at this.

Shoshone, ain't she?

Yeah, that's...

that's a Shoshone headband
she's got on.

She's cold.

I'll make some coffee.

Didn't get hit by one of them
stray bullets, did she?

No, she-she ain't
been hit.

Yeah, well, this coffee
will fix her up.

Never mind.

What do you mean, never mind?
What's wrong with her?

Little Joe, this squaw's
gonna have a baby.

And soon.

(horse neighs)

(birdlike whistling)

(whistling continues)

Did ya find 'em?

No, not a sign.

I went clear to the top
of that peak.

I could see for miles.
There's nothing.

I just don't understand
it, Little Joe.

Young girl
in her condition

would try to stick
close to her tribe--

unless of course they--

she gets lost and they just
run off and leave
her or something.

No, she's not lost, Hoss.

(woman groaning)
How could you tell?

By the deer trail
she took.

Every time
they branched off,

she took the one
either south or east.

She knew where
she was going.

Southeast...

that'd take her right into
Paiute country, wouldn't it?

Hey, maybe her tribe was
looking for a few scalps.

No. Wasn't no
raiding party.

Shoshone's too smart
for that.

They wouldn't want to get
caught this side
of the mountains

with big snow just
on its way.

Where was she heading, then?

What else is southeast
of here?

Only thing I can think of
is Virginia City.

(woman panting)
Virginia City.

(groans)

(crying)

Well, her fever's
down some, anyhow.

Hey, she looks better
to me.

Yeah.

There's one thing
for certain, though--

the time's nearing, she's
gonna be needing a woman

to help with the
birthing.

You sure you didn't see nothin'
of them, Little Joe?

No smoke? No tracks?
No nothing?

No, nothing.

They're gonna be able
to find us, though,

if we're west
of Kansas City.

All they gotta do is
follow their smellers.

I reckon you're referrin'
to my cooking.

I'm referring to that stink
you're making.

What is it?

Them's wild roots
and mesquite beans.

Mesquite beans?

Yep.

That's cattle fodder!

Yep.

It's gonna be your dinner,
Little Joe.

And matter of fact, you're
liable to be living on this

till we get out
of here.
Oh, no!

Mm-mm.

I'm gonna go shoot me
some game.

Oh, no, you ain't.

We gotta save what
ammunition we got left

for an emergency.

Oh, look, Hoss, we can't--

we can't eat cattle fodder!

You eat beefsteak, don't ya?

Yeah, well, sure,
what's that got to do with it?

Well, it'll just make you
appreciate

what an old steer goes through
for you.

Here, eat hearty,
little brother.

Do I have to?

No. No, you don't have to.

You could starve to death.

You know, it's kinda sweet,
you know?

Sure.

(coughs)

If a fellow could get used
to that smell.

(groans and gasps)

Hey, she's coming to.
Get some water.

Quick!
Huh?

You're spilling it!

All right, just hold
the cup still.

Here now. I want you to drink
some of this.

It'll be good
for you.

Ma'am, ain't nobody
gonna hurt you.

Go on, now.

You drink some
of this.

That's the way.

That's the way.

Her pulse is stronger.

You think she
understood you?

Well, if she didn't,
little brother,

we're in a peck of trouble.

My name's Joe Cartwright.

This is my brother,
Hoss.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

We're from Virginia City.

That's where you were heading,
wasn't it?

Where's your tribe?

Ma'am, you-you better tell us.

You're gonna be needing some
help-- and-and quick.

Ain't no use.

She don't understand nothing.

Yeah, or won't.

Here.

Help me get her straightened up
here so she can eat.

Yeah.

Come on now.

Put that under
here.
Yeah.

Now, then.

Here.

This is good Indian food.

Good. Eat.

I can't say's I blame her.

You keep your smart talk
to yourself, little brother.

Case you know it or not, we--

we got a peck of grief
on our hands here.

This is good food. It's...

Indian food.

It'll make you
strong again.

Now I ain't gonna take
no nonsense.

You come on here and-and
eat for your baby.

That's the way.

Take it sorta easy at first.

Kinda let your insides
get used to the idea.

That's the way.

See the way her
eyes lit up

when you mentioned
her baby?

She understood every word
you were saying.

I don't know.

Any female carryin'
a young

just naturally knows
what's expected.

Yeah, well, she must know
her time is near.

She knows.

LITTLE JOE:
Well, then what are we
waiting for?

Let's get her to a
doctor or a midwife

or somebody before
it's too late!

It's already too late,
Little Joe.

That girl will die if we try
to move her down this mountain.

Now, that's what's been
spooking me all along.

How do you know she'll die?
You ain't no doctor.

You said so yourself.

Yeah, well, I know
that much about females.

Yeah, horses or
cows, maybe.

You don't know nothin'
about women females.

HOSS:
I know less than
nothing,

but we're gonna have to
learn, little brother.

LITTLE JOE:
There must be some
other way.

Yeah.

Yeah, we... we could just
leave her up here.

May-Maybe her people
will find her.

Maybe.

Well, anyway, it's not
our responsibility.

We didn't ask her
to get landed up with us.

No, we sure didn't.

Well, we'd bungle
the job anyway.

Yeah.

Hoss?
Huh?

You ever seen
a baby birthed?

You know I ain't.

How soon do you think
it'll be?

I don't know.

Maybe today or
tomorrow.

Maybe next week.

I don't know.

(animal howling)

We just better pray
the snow holds off.

Yeah.

Doggone.

Dog-doggone.

HOSS:
Oh, no, you ain't.

We gotta save what ammunition
we got left for an emergency.

I ain't gonna save nothing.

HOSS:
Little Joe!

Oh, doggone!

Thought I told you to
save that ammunition.

Well, you tell that
stupid nanny-goat

to quit grinnin'
at me!

Little brother,

you sure you ain't just a
little bit sun-touched?

You ought not to-- you ought
not to come out of camp

without your hat on,
Little Joe.

I ain't sun-touched!
I'm hungry!

I spent a whole day pickin'
these stinking mesquite beans--

look what I got
to show for it!

Well, you ought to picked
a bushel basket by now.

Dadgum it, have I got
to do everything?

Forget it.

These bushes have been
stripped clean.

There was a whole herd
of mule deer

come through here
last night.

Tracks everywhere.

Blast it!

As if we ain't got
enough grief!

Well, come on back
into camp.

I need you to help
me with that gal.

She-she ain't...
No.

No, it ain't what
you think.

No such luck.
Come on.

Eh, doggone you.

Hey! Yeah, it
looks pretty nice.

Why don't you ever make one
of those for me?

Well, the next time
you're expecting,

you just let me know.

Get some of them sticks
over there.

Oh, these?
Yeah.

Eh, what are
the stakes for?

These are for her to
tug on as soon as
her labor starts.

Here, drive one
in over there

at arm's length.

(pounding)

Ma'am, I sure hope you know
you got yourself...

mixed up with a couple
of prune pickers.

What we don't know
about delivering babies

would scare you to death.

Fetch that shovel
over there.

Yeah, now, dig a
pit right there

deep enough to hold a
batch of hot coals.

Can't we heat the water outside?

Well, we're going to.

But this is to steam
some sage leaves.

Sage leaves?

What good's that gonna do her?

Well, how should I know?

What do you mean
how should you know?

What are we gonna do it
for then?

Well, I heard an Indian agent
telling Pa one time

this is what all Shoshone
women always did.

Yeah, what else
did they tell you?

Well, then we gotta get some
rabbit pelts

to swaddle the baby in
soon as he gets here.

Mm-hmm.

And what then?

Then we gotta find a--

find an old cottonwood tree
someplace.

Oh, we gotta find an
old cottonwood tree?

Yeah, one with a--
with a dry rot.

Gotta find an old cottonwood
tree that's got the dry rot.

Yeah. So's we can
scoop out that dry rot

and pulverize it up
real fine like.

And we scoop out some
of that dry rot

and pulverize it up real fine.

We don't know why we're doing
that either, do we?

Yeah. For baby powder!

Youngun's gotta have
baby powder, ain't he?

No, no, no.

You can't even have a baby
without baby powder.

Where you going?

I know where there's
an old cottonwood tree

down by the lake.

I'm gonna get us some
baby powder makings.

(ducks quacking)

(quacking continues)

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Oh, I'm gonna get me
one of them.

Save your ammunition.

You willing to get wet
for your supper?

I'll just as soon die of
pneumonia as starvation.

All right. You go rustle
us up some branches.

Make it snappy, be
quiet about it.

There ain't nothin'
as skittery as
a wild duck.

Okay.

(quacking)

(gasping sputter)

*

(muffled groan)

(ducks quacking)

(quacking continues)

*

Well, she sure didn't
get much down.

I told you not to put those
pine nuts in her soup.

Pine nuts are
nourishing.

Well, so is duck.

She ain't hardly got enough
strength to swallow soup.

I don't know what she'd do
with that roast duck.

Well, I'm gonna give her lessons
right now.

Oh.

Hey, Hoss?
Yeah?

How far you think she come
before she ran into us?

Shoshone nation's 200 miles
north of here.

Maybe she was traveling
with her husband.

He had an accident or something.

It ain't that simple.

For some reason or other

that girl had to get
into Virginia City.

I don't think we're
gonna find out

till she gets good
and ready to tell us.

Here.

Some duck.

Tomorrow we'll fetch some
rabbit snares.

*

Hey, Hoss?
Yep?

That lake was frozen
over this morning.

Saw a herd of deer going
down through the pass.

It's kinda surprising that she
don't take the hint, ain't it?

Eh, why should she?

She's got it made.

Got a nice room, plenty of food.

Two dumb clucks to wait on her
hand and foot.

Oh, she's in no hurry.

Injuns!

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

Little Joe, you could've
dang near killed me

with that stinkin'
thing.

(both laugh)

You should've seen the look
on your face!

You looked like a--
you looked like a hog

that's stuck with
a porcupine quill.

(all laughing)

Hey.

Hey, this Sphinx has
a sense of humor.

(gasps)

(crying)

Little Joe, don't just
stand there gawking!

Get that sage!
Get the sage!

Where's the sage?
What sage?

The sage I told ya to
get for the steaming!

You told me you were
gonna get the sage.

Me? Have I gotta
get everything?

Well, I'm tired of you
yelling at me.

You want sage,
just tell me--

I'll get it!
Oh, no you don't.

You-you get that boiling
water and follow me
in there with it,

you hear? Get it!
Oh, I wish
you'd make your--

Wish you'd make up your mind!

Sage and then boiling water.

I don't know nothin'
about having babies.

Here's the water, Hoss.

Put it right there.

You scared?

Yeah.

But I don't reckon--

reckon half as much
as she is.

Put down those
windbreakers.

(baby crying)

(baby cooing)

(sighs)

Ain't you never seen
a baby before?

Here.

Here, take-take him over
there by the fire.

Now, hold him easy

and keep your hand
on his back

so his little head
don't fall down.

Yeah.

There.

(chuckles)

Be careful.

Don't stumble over them
big feet of yours.

(baby crying)

My-my-my baby girl?

Is she all right?

You speak English better'n I do!

Please, tell me.

How come you held
out on us?

Is she-she perfect?

Your baby's perfect.

It is pretty
as a brand-new penny.

(baby crying)

Only she ain't
a she.

He's a he.

What's the matter?

I thought, I thought
all Shoshone women

made big medicine
to their God

so they'd have nothing
but boy babies.

(baby crying)

All right.

You get some rest.

You're gonna have a lot
of explaining to do.

(baby crying)

Hey, Hoss?

Yeah?

You take a good
look at this baby?

What'd you do to him?

He was all right
when I gave him to you.

I didn't do nothing to him.

Look at him, he's got blue eyes.

(baby crying)

Ain't no Indian baby
ever had blue eyes.

This boy's father's
a white man.

Well, it looks like we
eat fish again tonight.

Rabbit snares
are all empty.

Well, the fish
trap's empty, too.

What are we gonna do now?

I don't know.

Did you notice
the sky today?

As clear as a crystal glass.

Complaining?

I could smell the snow piling
up there for almost a week.

We got a reprieve.

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

No birds, no wind,
no nothing.

Hey, come to think of it,

I haven't heard
anything all day.

Didn't see that old
big horn, either.

Not a living thing.

Pa says that wild animals

always know when
a big storm's due.

Look, we gotta get
down off this mountain.

And quick.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow.

Have to see
about the girl first.

Well, by all means,

let's give the lady
every consideration!

Doesn't make any difference
she won't tell us her name.

Now, let's be gentlemen and
Cartwrights to the bitter end.

Oh, Little Joe,
this has been worrying you

like a hound dog
with a burr in his rump.

Forget it!

I reckon she's got her reasons
for keeping quiet.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna
find out her reasons,

and everything else
about her

before she gets us in
any deeper.

Well, how you
figuring on
doing that?

Well, you just watch me.

(humming)
(baby crying)

(stops humming)

(baby crying)

Oh, don't stop
on account of us.

Personally, I'd like
to hear something

besides my
brother's yacking.

Leave her alone,
Little Joe.

You know, Hoss says
you talk better than he does.

That ain't much to crow about,

but I... I'd certainly
like to hear a sample.

Your name maybe?

You know,
we've been pretty decent to you.

I think we're entitled to know
a little bit more about you.

For instance, why
were you going to
Virginia City?

Aw, Little Joe,
quit jawing at her.

If she don't want
to talk to us,

I-I reckon that's
her business.

Yeah, well,
it seems to me

she's made us part
of her business.

If I'm gonna get my scalp lifted
for a runaway Shoshone,

I think I'd die a lot easier
if I knew some of the details.

HOSS:
What makes you think
she's a runaway?

Now, look at her face.

You're gonna tell me
she's not a runaway?

Where did you
get this?
Not far from camp.

HOSS:
And you didn't
tell me about it?

LITTLE JOE:
Just wanted to see the
look on her face first.

Could have been
dropped last month,

or-or even last year.

Yeah, or last night.

Did you see any
other signs?

No.

No, it could have been...
could have been lost

by a scout on his way back
to get the rest of the party.

And look, don't try to...

try to make me feel
like a louse, either.

I had to find something out,
and I found it out, that's all.

We didn't do no such a thing.

That's a war
medicine bag.

It's forbidden
for a Shoshone woman

to even lay eyes on it.

No wonder the poor little old
thing's half scared to death.

Where you going?

I'm going up
on that mountainside

and take a look around.

(baby crying)

I'm sorry.

I guess it was
sort of a mean trick.

I didn't know about the taboo.

Guess you have
your reasons

for not wanting to
answer our questions.

Just, it gets
so doggone aggravating!

(wind whistling)

(wind whistling)

(bird-like calling)

Relax. It's Hoss.

(bird-like whistling)

Get the pack horse.

We're leaving.
Shoshones?

No, it's a blizzard.

It's forming over there
behind that ridge to the north.

Well, I tried
to tell you.

Make it snappy.
We got to get out of here

and through that pass
before the storm hits.

You know, for the last
couple of miles,

I could swear
we were being watched.

Ah, I think it's
that gal, Little Joe.

Well, she's got
me spooked, too.

Yeah, I think
she senses something.

Wonder if
that medicine bag

could have been
a fresh sign, after all.

Maybe. But right now,

it's what's up there
that's got me worried.

Yeah. How far do you think
it is to the pass?

I don't know. About...

About two or three
miles, I reckon.

Well, we'll never
make it before dark.

Well, we'll have to
make it after dark, then.

Why don't you go
on ahead?

I want to backtrack
and have a look around.

(horse neighing)
(thud)

(baby crying)
My baby!

My baby!

Here. Just take it easy.

I'll get the baby.

Whoa, there. Whoa, whoa.
(neighing)

(baby crying)

Your baby's
all right.

He's okay.

(woman crying)

I think we better...

We better rest
here for a while.

Well, there's no sign
of them.

Adam, they're
a week overdue.

I never knew 'em
to get home yet on time.

Surely Hoss'd have
enough sense to know
this is a storm sky.

Something's
happened
to them.

Let's get going.

Hyah!

(bird-like call)

(bird-like whistling)

(horse neighing)

I thought you said
you were going on.

Shh! Don't
wake her up.

She's too tired
to go on.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

You see anything?

No.

I think
there's something else out there

besides my imagination.

I can't shake the feeling that
they're out there watching us,

just waiting.

Yeah, but... waiting for what?

We're just two guns against
a whole Shoshone war party?

Why, we wouldn't stand a chance.

If they're really
out there, why don't
they show themselves?

I think she could tell us.

All right,
if it'll make you any happier,

I'll stand watch tonight.

Now go on and eat your supper.

Eh...

Just what I wanted--
mesquite beans.

And wild roots.

(scoffs)

(wind whistling)

Hoss, would you do me a favor?

What?

Please don't ask me
to go hunting with you again.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

(animal howling in distance)

(yawns)

Little Joe?

Little Joe?

Hmm?

Yeah. What do you want?

Did you put that there?

No.

Then we're in real big trouble.

Well, I told you they
were following us.

What do you think
they're waiting for?

I don't know,
but I ain't planning

on sitting here
and waiting to find out.

Wake that girl up
and let's get out of here.

(whispers):
Yeah.

Hey.

Hoss!

Well, some guard you
turned out to be.

Wait a minute.

There ain't
no Indian war party

that would stuff these blankets
just to fool us.

For some reason or other,

that gal was afraid
I'd wake up and catch her gone.

Yeah, that still doesn't explain
this knife or those tracks.

Must have been a half a dozen
Shoshones in here last night.

Yeah.

She must have known
they were tracking us, too.

For some reason
or another, Little Joe,

that gal didn't want
them Indians to catch her.

That knife was a warning
not to interfere.

Well, we're going
to interfere. Let's go.

(baby crying)

(woman whimpering)

(crying)

(men speaking
native language)

(gasps)

(gunshot)

(horses neighing)

(speaking native language)

(baby crying)

(woman gasps)

(sighs)

(shot firing)

(gunfire continues)

Whoa.

(panting)

Pa, Adam.

I, uh... I guess
you've been worrying

about us, huh, Pa?
Pa, we can...

we can explain
everything.

We was gonna start
down on time, but...

(baby crying)

I guess we better
show him, Hoss, eh?

Ain't gonna
believe us otherwise.

Come on.

(baby continues crying)

I'd hoped you boys
had more sense than that.

Well, Pa, after all we'd
been through with her,

we... we couldn't just walk off
and leave her up there.

We just naturally brung her
and that young'un home with us.

Is that all?

Hey, well, Pa, you act like
we did something wrong.

Coming between
a Shoshone woman and her people

is not something wrong;
it's just plain stupidity.

Yeah, I thought you boys

went up there
to hunt big horn sheep.

Oh, Adam, this
is a serious matter.

Well, this is a
fine homecoming.

That's all I
got to say.

(door opening, closing)

Next time you
bring baby home,

you bring
laundry boy.

Hop Sing got no time
for washing diaper!

Come on.

(baby whimpering)

(crying)

How is she,
Doctor?

Very weak.

The surprising thing
is how the baby

came through it
without a sniffle.

Well, now, that ain't
too surprising, Doc,

seeing as who brought
him into the world.

Yeah, he had some help, too.

Yeah, about as much
help as a sore thumb.

My boys don't seem
to realize

the seriousness
of the situation.

They don't know
who the girl is or

why the tribe went
to so much trouble

trying
to recapture her.

The baby's father

is undoubtedly
a white man, Ben.

That might explain
why she's

running away
from her family.

BEN:
But why they
would risk the lives

of four braves
for one child...

Well, there's nothing more
I can do here, Ben.

I'll send out a wet nurse
for the baby.

Thank you, Doctor.

(baby cooing)

Ba... baby.

(baby cooing happily)

Be careful.

Don't you
worry none.

(cooing continues)

(cooing continues)

HOP SING:
Mr. Cartwright!

Mr. Cartwright, come!

Come quick!
What is it,
Hop Sing?

The girl-- come!

(panting)

She's burning up.

Wake Adam.

Tell him to ride into town
and get that doctor back here.

Now, girl... do you hear me?

(panting)

I've sent for the doctor again.

Before he gets here,

I want you to tell me
who your child's father is.

You were coming
to find him, weren't you?

He should be here with you.

You tell me,
and I'll send for him.

(continues panting)

(water splashing)

Now, I...

(panting stops)

Do you hear me?

(knock at door)

You got no sense, you people?

What for
you wake up house so late?

Tell Mr. Cartwright
that Sumner Kyle is here.

Yes, sir, Mr. Kyle.

You got maybe any particular
Mr. Cartwright in mind?

Ben Cartwright,
of course.

(door closing)

Oh, Kyle.

Hello, Cartwright.

I hope you'll forgive me
for coming unannounced.

You know Jason, of course.
Of course.

Uh, my son, Adam, told me you
had returned to Virginia City.

Is there something
I can do for you?

May we speak
in private, please?

Hop Sing, it's
getting pretty late.

Why don't you,
uh, go to bed?

Well, uh, make yourself
comfortable.

Thank you.

Cartwright...

I have a favor
to ask.

And this time,
I won't insult you

by offering a bribe.

Well, you, uh...

at least you learned that much
from our last meeting.

Yes, we have had
our differences, but they

were business conflicts,
never personal.

Not as far
as I'm concerned.

I've always had
great admiration for you.

Kyle, uh, you didn't come here
at this time of night

to eulogize me, so why don't we,
uh, get to the point?

I understand you have
an Indian girl here...

and a child.

That's right.

Well, Cartwright...

my son, Jason,
is the father of that child.

Cartwright, you have sons.

You must know how I felt
when I learned that Jason

was involved
with this Shoshone girl.

We were married.

Yes, yes,
an Indian ceremony.

Hardly a binding
agreement.

I don't quite agree, Kyle,
but Jason...

you must have been in love
with the girl,

or else you wouldn't
have married her.

I was...

and still am.

She knew it.

That's why she tried
to come to me.

Then why did you desert her?

Tell him, Father.
I believe I'm the proper judge

of what is best for my son.

He's right.

He's right, as usual.

It was impossible
from the very start.

What could I offer her
that didn't belong to him?

Including myself.

Cartwright...

I want you to send the girl

and the child
back to her people.

I am ready to pay well
for her silence.

Kyle, you... you needn't worry
too much about the girl.

I doubt very much
whether she would embarrass you.

She's never mentioned the name
of the child's father.

You mean you didn't know?

No.

I didn't know.

Obviously, she was too much
in love with your son to

want to cause him any trouble...

even though he did desert her.

Where is she?

Upstairs.

Wait a minute, Jason.

Jason, she's dead.

Jason!

Kyle, you've had it
all your own way.

Leave them alone now.

"The Lord is my shepherd.

"I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

"He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness

for His name's sake."

(hoofbeats)

"Yea, though I walk
through the valley

"of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil,

"for Thou art with me.

"Thy rod

"and Thy staff,
they comfort me.

"Thou preparest
a table before me

"in the presence
of mine enemies.

"Thou annointest my
head with oil.

"My cup runneth over.

"Surely, goodness and mercy
shall follow me

"all the days
of my life,

and I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever."

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

(baby crying)

Cartwright...

I want my son.

That Red Whip is an old man.

His only child lies there...

but his bloodline continues
in your son.

Nothing will stop him
from taking that boy.

Mr. Cartwright...

May I have the boy?

(baby crying)

(crying continues)

Tell my father...

I've gone home.

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