Original subtitles

Hello, Chad?

Pa wants to see you over at the Big Mule, right away.

What for?

And old friend of his from Stockton just got into town.

Heath Barkley.

-Heath Barkley? -Yeah.

Pa didn't say anything about him coming to Jubilee.

Well, I guess it was a surprise to him, too.

Better get right on over there.

[laughing]

I swear that's gospel! Ain't that the truth, Heath?

That's right, only then it wasn't so funny.

Oh, no, it wasn't funny then, oh, no!

Not with them desert rats shooting at us from them rocks--

Hey, Chad!

Here he is now. Chad, come over here.

Well, there he is-- Heath Barkley.

Told you he'd be riding into Jubilee one of these days.

-Heath, this is my boy Chad. -Glad to meet you, Chad.

Mr. Barkley.

[laughing] "Mister" Barkley?

This is Heath Barkley. He's like one of the family.

-We don't go mister-ing him, do we, Heath? -That's right.

Yes, sir, I was just thinking the other day,

you wasn't much older than Chad here

when you signed up as my deputy at Spanish camp.

Oh, I was telling Cy and Billy here

about the time Heath and me went after the Simpson Gang.

[laughing]

Chad here, he sure gets a kick out of that story!

Sit down, Chad.

Hey, Fred! Another round.

Ah, yes, sir, this is a big day for me,

you two fellas finally meeting up after all these years.

Sit down, Chad, will ya?

I can't, Pa, I gotta get a letter on the afternoon stage.

-Well, that can wait. -No, it can't.

Well, then, you go mail your letter

and just high-tail it on back here.

-Uh, you gonna be in Jubilee long? -Couple of days.

Pa will like that.

♪♪ [singing drunkenly]

Oh!

[chicken squawking]

DRUNK: Why don't you look where you're going?

I'm sorry.

Uh...

wait a minute.

What about my chicken?

Well, what about it?

Get it down!

I said, get it down!!!

Now, look, that bird's my supper.

Stella's gonna fix me up a mess of fried chicken,

so you can just climb right up there and get it down.

-You're drunk. -Oh ho ho ho!

Oh, maybe so, maybe so.

But I ain't had me so much to drink

that I can't handle a big man like you.

So if you ain't just wearing that gun belt to hold up your pants,

you and me's gonna step outside.

Excuse me.

Stay out of this, cowboy.

Kinda wish you hadn't taken a hand in this, Heath.

Chad's been out here a year now,

it's time he learned to take care of himself.

Well, I best get him into a cell, let him sleep it off.

I got a feeling I've seen this Jasper before.

Any of you boys know him?

Hmm. Sure does look familiar. Give me a hand.

♪♪ [theme]

-George. -Howdy, Heath.

Get settled at the hotel?

Clerk asked me to bring you this.

Belongs to your guest.

He's still sleeping like a baby.

There's coffee in the back if you want some.

-Thanks. -Be right with you.

Your father mentioned some coffee.

Help yourself.

It's Frank's coffee, all right.

Frank ever tell you about the time his horse pulled up lame

and he used some of it on his leg?

Did the trick, too.

Yeah, he told me.

He's told me just about everything that ever happened to you two.

Knowing Frank, probably more than once.

[mirthless chuckle]

-You know, it's hard to believe. -What's that?

That you're the same boy that Frank used to talk about.

How old were you when your mother took you back to Boston?

-Five, six years old? -Six.

I know he's a mighty happy man to have you back.

It's all he's talked about for as long as I've known him.

I can remember when I first worked for him

how he used to talk about maybe going back to Boston

and trying to persuade your mother into coming back.

Well, he never quite made it.

Probably because he knew it wouldn't have done any good.

Well, he was right.

Wild horses couldn't have dragged Mother back.

She hated this country, everything about it,

right up until she died.

She just didn't belong here.

A lot of people don't.

She said I didn't either.

After what happened in the saloon,

I wouldn't be surprised if you agreed.

That didn't mean anything.

That's right.

I didn't back off from that drunk because I was scared--

I just don't happen to believe in getting in a gunfight

because of a stupid thing like a chicken.

Nobody's gonna blame you for that.

Oh, aren't they?

FRANK: Heath! Come here.

Read this.

-[sighs] -The drunk?

Earl Vaughan. I knew I'd seen him somewhere before.

Who's Earl Vaughan?

The Vaughan Gang, floyd and his brother Earl. Floyd bosses the outfit.

I thought they were operating over in Nevada.

Well, they're in California now, leastways Earl is.

And if he's here, Floyd and the rest of the gang can't be far away.

Better get ready for a lot of trouble, Frank.

Like Gold Ridge?

Maybe.

What's Gold Ridge?

It's a little town in Mono County.

One of the Vaughan Gang got arrested.

Floyd and his brother Earl busted him out.

They killed four men.

Before they rode out,

they set fire to the town and burned it down,

or most of it, anyway, and five more people died.

Yes, sir, Marshal,

old Floyd's gonna be expecting me to meet him and the boys

up in them hills tomorrow.

And if I don't...

[chuckles] Do you...

Do you remember Gold Ridge, Marshal?

I remember.

Good. Ha ha!

Good.

Huh. This ain't bad chow. Keep feeding me like this,

you're gonna make me sorry to leave this jail of yours.

That'll be in the morning.

In the morning.

I'm taking you to the county jail in Stockton.

That so?

Just can't trust this here cracker box of yours, huh? [laughs]

Well...

I can't say as I blame you, Marshal.

Seems to me...

this here place wouldn't hardly make a first-class bonfire.

Marshal, you're a smart man.

You know old Floyd ain't gonna let you take me to Stockton.

He rides in here tomorrow looking for me and he don't find me,

he's coming after you--

Him and the boys, six of 'em.

And what's gonna happen is,

you're gonna wind up unnecessarily dead.

You know what I'd do if I was you, Marshal?

You'd let Earl Vaughan go.

[laughing] Uh-huh!

How'd you guess, Marshal?

Finish your supper.

[Vaughan shouting angrily]

You hear all of that?

How many men are going with you?

I gotta leave my deputy in charge of things here.

I guess it's just me and Chad.

Chad?

He's gotta get his feet wet sometime, may as well be now.

-Maybe so, but-- -I wouldn't worry about Chad.

He's young and he's green, but he'll learn.

Sometimes he seems like he's all left feet and thumbs,

but he'll learn. I learned you a trick or two, didn't I?

Yep.

That's what I told chad--

I learned Heath, and I can learn him.

Chad's a Sawyer. I know the stuff he's got in him.

He'll learn.

Well, I gotta get to the telegraph office before it closes.

I have to notify Sheriff Lathrop I'm bringing Earl in.

As long as I'm heading back to Stockton,

you don't mind if I ride along with you, do you?

I thought you had business in Sonora.

Well, I changed my mind. Gotta get back home.

I guess I should give you an argument, but I ain't gonna.

I'd feel a lot better if you came along. Thanks.

I'll send that telegram.

It's is gonna be like old times, you and me riding together again.

That's right.

Son, he's all yours.

Better watch it, sonny.

This horse of mine's used to taking orders from a man.

Hold on, little boy! Hold on, there!

Cut it out, Vaughan.

Just having a little fun, Marshal.

And you should too, while you still got the time!

Yeah!

Hey, you there!

You tell old Floyd when he comes after me

to bring a bottle, you hear me?

And another thing--

You folks give these nice people a buryin', you hear me?

Now, I'll be back to check.

You can just bet your sweet life I'll be back!

[Vaughan starts singing boisterously]

VAUGHAN: I'll be back, you stupid idiots!

I say if Gordon wants to buy that herd for $10 a head,

-we sell 'em to him. -Suppose you tell me why,

when you can get $15 a head in Virginia City?

But the cattle are here, not in Virginia City,

and do you know how much it would cost to ship 'em?

-Good morning, Mother. -Morning, Mother.

-Good morning. -Nick, who said anything about shipping 'em over?

We'll drive them over.

And do you know how much that will cost this time of year

with no water and no grass?

-Approximately $5 a mile, maybe 6. -[knock on door]

-If you don't believe me, figure it out. -I will do just exactly that!

-Good morning, Sheriff. -Good morning, Mrs. Barkley.

-Come in, come in. -Thank you.

Hello, Jarrod, Nick.

-Good morning. -Sheriff.

-JARROD: Comes to approximately $1500. -NICK: There goes the profit.

-[argument continues] -Nick! Jarrod!

JARROD: Oh. Sorry, Sheriff.

-If I'm interrupting something-- -VICTORIA: You are,

and I couldn't be more grateful.

They've been arguing for over an hour

about what to do with a few head of cattle.

-May I get you some coffee? -No, thanks, Mrs. Barkley.

The reason I stopped is that I had a telegram

waiting for me in the office this morning.

It's from the town marshal up in Jubilee.

-Fred Sawyer? -Yes.

-Is something wrong? -Well...no, not exactly.

What's that mean?

Well, Sawyer arrested Earl Vaughan in Jubilee yesterday.

[whistles] That's quite a catch.

He's bring him into Stockton, and Heath is with him.

Heath? He was supposed to go on to Sonora.

Well, all I know is what Sawyer's telegram said.

Anyways, I'm riding out to meet 'em just in case there's any trouble.

I figured maybe you'd like to come along.

Sheriff, you figured just exactly right.

Give us five minutes.

FRANK: Come on, Chad, let's get movin'.

VAUGHAN: Your Pa's right, sonny.

You ain't got no time to lollygag.

Unless I miss my guess, old Floyd's started looking for me already.

Manuel, stay with the horses.

Johnny, you come with me.

Rake, take the others, look things over--

The hotel, the saloon. Come on.

Look around.

We don't want any trouble here, Vaughan.

I get the feeling you've been expecting me.

Why don't you and your men just mount up and ride off?

We got nothin' here you want.

Where's Sawyer?

He's still the marshal here, isn't he?

He's away.

Away where?

To, uh, [clears throat].. to Sonora.

Well, what's your name?

George Rhodes.

Huh.

Well, I'll tell you why I'm here, Mr. Rhodes.

You see, my brother Earl,

he came in here yesterday to pick up some supplies for us,

and, well, he didn't come back when he should have.

Do you know anything about it?

No.

What did Sawyer go to Sonora for?

Oh, just business.

Just...business?

[door opens]

Floyd, the marshal's got him.

I got it out of the bartender.

Sawyer, Sawyer's son, and a guy named Barkley are taking Earl into Stockton.

Left out first thing this morning.

[second gunshot]

You shouldn't have lied to me, Mr. Rhodes.

Frank, what do you say we take a break?

What's the matter, Heath? You gettin' soft?

Maybe.

Chad! How ya doin'?

All right.

Heath wants to take a rest. How about you?

Let's keep goin'.

Want me to take it for a while?

I'm all right.

The kid's a demon for punishment, ain't he?

Ha ha ha ha!

Hey, Floyd!

You're pushing him pretty hard, Frank.

He was his mama's boy in Boston for all those years.

He's got a lot of catching up to do.

[wind whistling]

[twig snaps]

-What happened? -He-- He jumped me.

How come he jumped you? What was you doing when you're supposed to be watching him?

Can't you do nothin' right just once? Just one time?!

-I'm sorry. -You're lucky you ain't dead.

It's lucky we all ain't dead. I guess if it wasn't for Heath, we would be.

Thanks.

Chad...

it's all right, boy, it's just the way you gotta learn.

Look, it's gonna be light soon. You go ahead and saddle the horses.

Go on, boy, it's all right.

Go on.

I'll stir up the fire for some coffee.

So that's it. That's what he was doing when he was supposed to be watching Earl.

That's the stuff his ma made him learn.

HEATH: Something wrong with that, Frank?

What do you mean? You just saw what was wrong with it.

-Well, I'm not so sure about it, Frank. -You think it's all right

for a grown boy to be messing with stuff like this?

-Frank-- -Well, I don't! And Chad knows it.

I've told him I never want to see him drawing any more pictures

as long as I live, and so help me, he ain't gonna!

I'll get some more wood for the fire.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

About ready, Nick?

Soon as I get this fire out.

Pretty mean sky coming up over those mountains.

Looks like a storm brewin', and we're gonna be riding right into it.

Well, no way to get around it. Come on, let's go.

See that?

Doesn't look good.

Could be snow at another thousand feet.

I don't think we should try to make it through Wolf's Pass.

Maybe not.

Trail down through Limbo about a mile ahead.

We could take it, circle around through Harper's Cut,

stay low enough to miss any snow.

It's a long way around; might be a good idea.

If Floyd Vaughan's following us, he'll figure we use Wolf's Pass.

You can take the high road, the low road,

any road you want to, Marshal--

You ain't gonna lose old Floyd.

We'll go through Limbo.

It's still warm.

They can't be more than a couple hours ahead.

[wind whistling, hinge squeaking]

[horse whinnies]

You're here, ain't you, Floyd?! You ain't gonna let me down!

Did you bring me that bottle?! Hey, Floyd, are you here?!

Floyd, they're beatin' on me!

Floyd, they're killin' me!

Floyd, help!

Ha ha ha ha!

Boo!

Hey, you're getting a little touchy, aren't you, cowboy?

Yeah. Yeah...

Sit down.

Ah! You know, the last time I was here, instead of a bunch of ugly men,

I met me a cute little ol' redhead.

Me and Floyd stayed in this hotel up in one of them rooms--

Looks like it still works.

-I'll get some wood, you get the grub. -All right.

Hey, Barkley.

After what happened last night, you ain't gonna leave me alone

with, uh... with this, are you?

Oh.

Oh, he trusts you, boy, he trusts you. Ha ha!

Yeah, that little redhead, I think she was stayin' right up in the room--

Wait a second! You sit down here!

What's the matter, sonny? I was just gonna stretch my legs a little.

I told you to sit down.

You did, didn't you?

Well, uh...

suppose I don't. What are you gonna do about it?

Whoo! Now, I wouldn't do that if I was you, sonny.

Oh ho, oh, no.

Old Floyd, he gonna be mad enough as it is now

without finding me with my hide full of holes.

No, sir, I think he'd just turn you over his knee,

take your down your britches, and tan your backside something fierce.

-Ya-ha! -Sit down!

You ain't got no guts, boy!

What's going on here?!

[laughs] Well, nothing, Marshal.

I was just funnin' the boy a little,

he got all riled up.

-Boy, you as touchy as a rattlesnake. -Get up.

Get up.

"Get up. Sit down..."

What'd you do, let him bait you?

FRANK: Chad!

Marshal, I'm giving you fair warning.

You let that thing you call a son

swing at me once more, just once more,

and there won't be enough left of him to stick in the ground.

Frank.

Yeah, hit on him! Beat on him, Marshal!

Yeah. Yeah...

Hey, no hard feelings, Marshal,

'cause I don't think I's the one you really wanted to hit.

Do you think so, Barkley?

Huh?

There's an old rule. Don't draw it unless you're ready to use it.

I've got something else that belongs to you.

I don't know much about things like that,

but that looks pretty good to me.

Pa's right. I shouldn't be wasting my time with stuff like that.

I'll bet you never did, did you?

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

-Chad, get it off your chest. -What?

Whatever it is about me that's bothering you.

Well, you don't bother me. Why should you?

Let me see if I can guess.

Ever since you've landed in Jubilee,

all you've heard Frank talk about is Heath.

Heath can do this, Heath can do that, Heath can do anything.

And if it's something he can't do, then it must be something not worth doing.

Right?

From the minute I first saw Pa again,

he made it very clear what he wanted for a son.

And it wasn't a Chad Sawyer-- He wanted another Heath Barkley.

And apparently you've decided if that's what he wants,

then that's what you'll try and give him.

Oh, yeah, go ahead and laugh.

I'm not laughing.

Yes, you are.

And after what's happened, why not?

I must look pretty silly to you.

But someday...someday I'm gonna make my pa forget

he ever knew anybody named Heath Barkley!

-Which way do you figure they went? -The short way, Wolf Pass.

-[distant whinny] -Floyd?

Take cover till they pass.

Rake.

Hyah. Hyah.

-Lathrop. -Huh?

The one on the buckskin. He's the sheriff in Stockton.

Musta come to meet Sawyer.

Only he didn't meet him yet.

So that means Sawyer went by way of Limbo

instead of Wolf Pass.

[wind whistling]

Get the horses and put 'em in that old livery stable across the street.

Give you a hand?

I can manage.

[horses whinny]

The horses!

If we lose those horses, I'll...

I'll take care of 'em. You go get yourself some coffee.

You catch 'em?

Yep.

I'm sorry. I, uh, shouldn't have tried to handle it alone.

That's all right. Don't worry about it.

How can I not worry about it?

I bungle everything I do.

I can't seem to do anything right.

Well, that sketch I saw, that looked right.

-Don't bring that up again. -Why not?

You know how Pa feels about it.

Well, that's no answer.

It doesn't mean anything.

Back in Boston, yes, I wanted to be an artist, to paint--

At least I thought I did.

But that's a whole different world.

Maybe that's where you belong.

FRANK: Nobody asked you, Heath.

Get out of here, Chad.

-Pa, I-- -Get out.

I thought we was friends, Heath.

We still are, aren't we?

Not when you go talking to Chad like that.

Not when you go putting ideas in his--

I'm not putting ideas in his head.

-I heard what you said! -Chad already knows he doesn't belong out here.

-He does. -And sooner or later, he's gonna have to admit it.

He's my flesh and blood. If he don't belong here, he don't belong nowhere.

And you're gonna have to admit it too, Frank.

I--

I thought you was my friend. Why are you talking like this?

-Because it's true. -It is a lie.

It is a lie just like all the lies his ma told him.

This country wasn't good enough for her.

It wasn't nice and soft and easy and civilized enough.

She hated it, and she made Chad hate it.

But she's dead.

And he's here, and he's my boy.

And I'm gonna learn him how to be a man.

Frank, Chad already is a man.

Or he could be.

Not your kind, not mine, maybe,

but in his own way just as much a man as either of us.

Doing what?! Drawing pictures!

Being a namby-pamby sissified picture painter!

He's a Sawyer-- And he's gonna be a real man.

No, Frank. He's gonna kill himself trying.

Pa!

Look!

Floyd Vaughan.

Ha ha! I told ya! Ha ha ha! I told ya!

That Floyd's like a bloodhound!

You ain't gonna give him the slip!

One more cackle out of you

and I'm gonna blow your head into the next room!

Smoke comin' from over there!

FLOYD: Yeah, Sawyer's there.

All right, you two go to the side.

You other two cover the back.

Rake, come with me.

Here they come.

I'll cover the back.

Sawyer!

Sawyer, you hear me?!

I hear ya!

Turn Earl loose,

we'll ride out of here and leave you alone!

Like you left Gold Ridge alone?

No deal, Vaughan!

And if you rush us, Earl will be the first to get it!

I'd squash him like I would a bug!

-He's bluffin'! -No.

Not Sawyer. I know him, he means it.

-What'll we do? -We got more of everything than they have--

Men...water...

food...time.

So we'll just wait 'em out.

Earl!

Hang on, Earl!

We brought your bottle!

Get 'em, Floyd! Get 'em!!!

I'll stop his yelling.

This doesn't look too good.

We shoulda come up on Heath and Sawyer by this time.

Could be they didn't leave Jubilee yesterday morning after all.

It could be they decided not to go through Wolf Pass and risk getting caught in a storm.

There's one way to find out. Sheriff, why don't you go on down through Jubilee,

and Jarrod and I will take the trail back through Limbo and Harper's Cut.

All right, I'll meet you at Forbes station.

[wind whistling]

[door shuts]

-See anybody back there? -I got a glimpse of three of them.

Look, Frank, I've been thinking.

If I can slip out, get around behind the livery stable,

we can get Floyd caught in the crossfire.

Then we have a chance of getting our horses and getting out of town.

I guess we still think alike on a lot of things.

Now, I was just upstairs. There's a trap door up there.

I can get through that, down the next building or two,

and circle around behind the stable just like you say.

-You, Frank? -Yeah, me.

Earl's my prisoner, I'm still wearing this; it's my show.

I'm the one that's gonna go.

-Good luck. -Thank you.

I sure don't like all this waitin'.

You don't have to like it, Rake.

All you have to do...

is do it.

Floyd.

[gunfire]

They got him pinned down.

We gotta do something.

[gunfire continues]

Johnny! Bill!

Keep 'em covered, Rake.

Johnny...come with me.

[gunfire continues]

[gunfire continues]

Don't move, Sawyer... not one little bit.

You in the hotel-- Listen to me!

We got Sawyer!

If he moves a finger, he's a dead man.

Now...do you want us to kill him,

or do you want to talk sense?

What do you want?

You know what I want! Send Earl out!

Send him out...

I'll let Sawyer off the hook.

If you don't, he's dead.

Don't do it, Heath!

I'm giving you five minutes to make up your mind.

Don't do it, I'm tellin' ya, don't do it!

Five minutes!

I think I can pick 'em off from one of the rooms upstairs.

No, no! There's two of them up there!

If you don't get both of 'em, Pa will be killed!

Then I better get 'em both.

It's too risky. He's not worth it-- Let's let him go!

-You heard Frank. He doesn't want that. -I don't care what he wants.

If Frank says fight, we fight. That's what he wants.

That's the way it is in his kind of world.

You didn't have to let him try to turn you into Heath Barkley or anybody else.

You could have left. You had your own choice.

You could have made your own world--

But what you didn't have was the guts to make it.

If you don't want Frank to tell you how to live, then don't you try to tell him.

Chad...

listen to me.

Putting me in jail ain't worth your pa getting killed.

You know that.

Let Barkley be a hero-- He ain't got nothing' to lose.

Turn me loose.

That way, nobody gets hurt...

and then you'll be the man your pa's always wanted you to be.

Give me the keys, Chad.

Think of your pa.

Floyd! One of 'em's upstairs!

Look out!!!

[gunfire continues]

There's Sawyer.

Cover me.

[gunfire continues]

-Chad? -I'm all right, Pa.

-Sure you are. -You get 'em?

With your help.

-Where the devil did you come from? -Just be glad, brother.

I don't know what brought you here, but I want to thank you boys.

Mighty glad to have been of service, Marshal.

-Let's get the horses. -Right.

You did a pretty fair job yourself.

When you get back on your feet, I got me a new deputy.

I'd like to talk to you about that, Pa.

Frank, I think this is one time you just better listen.

All right... I'll listen.

♪♪ [theme]