Original subtitles

- He shot and killed President Lincoln and it's my fault.

(dramatic music)

(Glass shards clinking)

- We have to stop him.

- [John] Tomorrow, he'll pay for what he did to his people.

(rifle bolt clattering)

(avalanche rumbling)

(horse whinnying)

(fast paced dramatic music)

- Have it your way, assassin.

(shot gun action clicks)

- John's not a killer.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(lantern glass crashing)

(rifle action clicking)

(gun bangs)

(whip cracking)

(whip cracking)

(whip cracking)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(whip cracking)

(slow dramatic music)

- [Joe] Why'd this fella desert, anywho?

- [John] I brought him up on charges

for beating Indian prisoners.

- Hmmm, the first time I heard of a Calvary officer

giving a hoot about Indian prisoners.

- There are laws about dealing with prisoners.

Any prisoners.

No one better break 'em in this man's army.

Here we are.

(suspenseful music)

- [Joe] I'll sneak around back,

and we'll both bust in at the same time.

Get the drop on him!

- What?!

You can't go busting into someone's home without say so.

People have rights!

We must follow proper procedure.

- Proper procedure. (scoffs)

For a second I thought you was serious.

- Hutchinson!

- Plain Todhead!

- This is Captain O'Rourke of the United States Cavalry!

Give yourself up!

(Gun fires, bullet zings)

(wood crunches)

That fool's got a Buffalo gun.

- Is this more of your polite proper procedure, captain?

(Guns fire, bullets zing)

(intense music)

(gun shot bangs)

(wagon explosion booms)

(mystic whistle)

(Whip cracks)

(wood clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(Hutchinson's body thuds)

(mystic whistle)

- Beautiful.

- What'd you say?

- What a fool. She could have been hurt.

- Yeah, sure you did, Captain.

- You boys gonna to stop gawking and help?

Or do I have to drag Hutchinson

to the army stockade all by myself?

(clock chimes, wind whistles)

(horse nickers)

- Where is everyone?

I haven't seen it this empty since Johnny Ringo,

Billy the Kid, and Doc Holiday

all came to town with short tempers and long odds.

(shotgun pump actions clicks)

(rapid footsteps)

- [Sue] No time to talk. I'm late.

- I think here's our reason.

Hmm, Shakespeare.

Julius Caesar.

- A darn play?

- How 'bout it Cap'n John?

Care for a little Shakespeare at night?

- No, I don't much enjoy the theater anymore.

I best turn in.

- I'm with the captain.

What's all the fuss about people

pretending to be people they ain't.

- Come on Joe, an ornery character like you

needs all the cultural uplift he can get.

(audience whispering)

- Doggone it. You're tryin' to citify me?

- Shh! The play's beginning.

(audience clapping)

- The Western territory's

traveling Shakespeare company proudly presents

Julius Caesar, a tragedy in five acts.

- No, my Brutus.

You have some sick offense within your mind.

Which by right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of.

- A coward dies many times before their deaths.

- You know, this ain't half bad

once you get past the highfalutin words.

(audience gasps)

(dramatic music)

- Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived

in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that sheds this costly blood.

- Yeah! You tell him Antoni-onious!

(Audience clapping and cheering)

(banjo music plays)

- I reckon it's safe to say

Deadwood has discovered the Bard.

- And then he runs into his own sword.

You gotta see it.

It was something.

(piano plays)

(Applause)

(actor coughs wetly)

- Muy Fantastico, I have always loved actors.

- Wild Bill has some competition

with the ladies when he gets back.

- He won't have to worry much.

What that cough, Wilkinson ain't long for the world.

- I just want to tell you how much I enjoy your performance.

- Madam, I-I- - This one already has an owner.

Perhaps you should look elsewheres.

(speaks Spanish)

- If'in you don't mind, Mr. Wilkinson,

c-c-could you autograph this?

- Certainly. You enjoyed the play?

- Did I ever!

"Beware the ideas of March."

- I'll take care of this one.

Come on, Joe.

- What'd I do?

- You were acting mighty citified.

- Morning, Jane.

Joe.

- Captain,

you made a big mistake not going to the play last night.

Why, even I liked it.

- I got better things to do with my time.

- What's eatin' him?

.. acts like he's got a tick in the small clothes.

(Glass and woods crashes)

- Ah, great.

Cita got some cowboy jealous of Wilkinson.

- You're him, aren't you?

Admit it! Admit it!

- What is the matter with you?

(impact thud) (Jane grunts)

- It's a private matter between me and this-

this assassin.

(thunk) (John grunts)

- I'm sorry, but I had to.

He would've killed Jeremiah.

- [Constance] Come on.

(Jeremiah coughs)

- It's just a big bump on the head.

He'll be all right,

but he'll have to stay in bed for a couple of days.

- I don't have time to stay in bed.

I have to chase after that fugitive.

Whooaaa... But I have to go.

- Not until Sue says so.

- Look, it's him.

- [Sue] Hm. Seems a bit like Jeremiah Wilkinson.

'Lot younger, maybe.

- The man in that photo is John Wilkes Booth.

- You're not saying-

- Yes. Wilkinson is John Wilkes Booth.

He shot and killed President Lincoln.

And it's my fault.

(Horse hooves clomping)

- There they go.

I don't know what's hauntin' John,

but that man can't be John Wilkes Booth.

- He's all mixed up and hurtin'

and not hearin' reason, Janey.

I remember a few years back Booth's

own dentist confirmed the dental records.

- But John seemed so sure.

- He was 10 years old when Lincoln died.

Maybe John wants Wilkinson to be Booth a little too much.

- But why? That's what I'd like to know.

(slow somber music)

- So will you ever tell me why this

Calvary man is after you, Jeremiah?

And the one before that? Or the one after that?

Year after year.

- Because people believe what they wish to believe.

Regardless of the truth.

(horse whinnies)

- Isn't truth black and white?

- [Jeremiah] For most people truth is red, blood red.

(slow somber music continues)

(Joe snores)

- Jane!

O'Rourke's bed is empty.

Took his boots and not much else.

Left these behind.

(glass thuds)

(chair clunks)

- Joe, wake up.

John's gone after Wilkinson.

We have to stop him before he does something stupid

and terminal.

- Can't nobody take a little nap around here?

(suspenseful music)

(Horse whinnies)

- West. Tomorrow, he'll pay for what he did to us, Pete.

I promise.

He'll pay.

(Donkey braying)

(horse nickers)

- We're catching up with him.

- [Joe] And what are we gonna do when we do?

Why, we don't even know why he's actin' so crazy.

- Maybe, maybe not.

There are these old newspaper cut ups and photographs.

Looks like a young John with his brother?

I didn't even know he had a brother.

Ford's Theater.

(Audience applauds)

John was there the night the President was shot.

(drum roll)

(slow somber music)

(Wilkinson coughing)

- Can we rest yet?

- Just a little while longer.

See that opening there?

According to the map, just past the rocks,

there's a trail that winds between.

We'll camp when we reach the end on the other side.

(Wilkinson hacks)

- How long have we been acting together?

- Nearly 10 years.

- So long.

And you've always been so kind to me.

- I love you.

I've always loved you, from the moment I first saw you

huddled in that shack, tired, worn.

- I- (Wilkerson sighs)

- [Constance] Don't say any words

you don't really mean, Jeremiah.

- [Jeremiah] I've always treasured your friendship.

- The sooner we get started, the sooner we can rest.

Let's go Jeremiah.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

- That was his brother, Private Peter O'Rourke.

He was on Mr. Lincoln's detail that night.

(Audience applauds)

(gun shot bangs)

(audience screams)

John Wilkes Booth shot the President

and then leapt to the stage below breaking his leg.

- [Booth] Sic semper tyrannis.

- Got clean away, or so he thought.

Booth was killed in a tobacco shed a few weeks later.

(Gun bangs)

(horse whinnies) (Donkey brays)

- Well, he tried to kill us!

- Hardly. If he were meaning to,

he'd have hit either one of us.

That was just a warning to keep our distance.

- Well that's a cold comfort if you ask me.

- No, John's not a killer.

Let's just hope he remembers that before he finds Wilkinson.

(slow guitar music)

(water sloshes)

(music warps)

(canteen thuds)

(intense music)

(Jeremiah thuds)

(horse whinnies)

- So tired.

So very tired.

- It's not much farther.

Then you can rest, save up your strength.

(Jeremiah coughs weakly)

- I only seem to have strength when I'm on stage, nowadays.

- Just stay with me, Jeremiah.

Stay with me.

(coughs)

(intense face paced music)

- Stay back Jane, or I can't be held responsible.

- Like you think you're responsible

for President Lincoln's death?

- [John] And the death of my brother!

If I hadn't been at that stupid play,

Pete would have been guarding Lincoln.

Not sitting with me.

He would have stopped Booth, I know it!

He was never the same.

Started volunteering for dangerous missions.

One day, he didn't come back.

- That's not your fault, John.

- It is!

- [Jane] But it was a long time ago.

You were just a little boy. Booth is dead.

John, you have to let go of your hurt.

(gun fires and bullet whistles)

(explosion booms )

(rocks crash)

(horses scream)

(rocks continue to crash and rumble)

- [Joe] Well if that don't beat all.

No how to get through that.

It'll be miles out of our way,

but we'll have to go around these rocks

and pick up the trail on the other side.

- I'm not sure we have to go around.

- Of course we gotta go around.

What are you blind?

Oh, you ain't serious?

- It'll be easy.

- No way, uh-uh. Over my dead body.

Which it's gonna be if we try that.

I ain't gonna go, Janey.

- Come on, Joe.

It'll be another uplifting experience for ya.

- When this is done. You're gonna buy me a new collar.

(hawks cry)

(wind howls)

If man were meant to be this high,

he'd have been given longer legs.

- Why, Joe, I know plenty of sissy city boys

who climb 10-15 story buildings daily without complaint.

- Yeah, but I suspect they use the stairs

on the inside of them buildings.

Whooaaa!

(Whip cracks)

Hey look! I can see the saloon from here!

- I hate to interrupt your sightseeing, Joe.

But if you don't find a hold soon,

we're going to make a mighty tall hole

down there when we fall.

(Jane grunts)

- Hey, we almost to the top.

There, that wasn't too bad.

- I'm glad you feel that way

because we have to climb down

the other side to the trail, now.

- The other side?

Aw! No, Janey!

(wind howls)

(Wilkinson coughs)

(slow guitar music)

- You're burning up.

- The fever comes and goes.

Soon, I think I'll go with it.

- Lie down in the tent and rest, Jeremiah.

I'll get some firewood for tonight.

(music turns suspenseful)

- Constance, is that you?

- Are you him? Answer me! Are you?!

- The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow.

- Admit it! Say your name.

- Why?

You already believe you know what my name is.

You simply wish company in your conclusion.

- Blast it!

Admit that you are John Wilkes Booth.

- No.

If you kill me for these so-called sins,

I want you to wonder for the rest of your life.

(coughs)

- Have it your way, assassin.

(shot gun pump clicks, cartridge pings)

- [Jane] No!

(Jane grunts)

(gun clatters)

(dirt crunches)

(Jane and John grunt and groan)

(wood logs clunk)

- Let go of me!

- Trust me, this has to play out to the finish.

- But Jeremiah's... (impact thuds and grunts continues)

(John grunts and dirt rustles)

- For the last time, Jane, this is no concern of yours!

Stand back.

(shot gun action clicks)

- Don't do this.

Remember what you believe in; rules and laws.

Without them, there can be no civilization.

You said that.

- But he shot Lincoln!

- Please, whatever he's done wrong in his life,

he's payin' for it with a death sentence already.

Look at him.

(Wilkerson coughs weakly)

- There, there.

Let me take care of you.

- Oh my Lord.

(slow guitar music starts)

What I almost did.

What sorta man you must think I am, Jane.

- Sort of man who puts up a real good fight.

A man who upholds the law,

in spite of his personal passions.

Man who stumbles, but will never fall.

You're a good man, John.

(music continues)

(papers rustle, wind whistles)

(drum roll)

- You're too Brutus.

Ugh.

Eee.

Oh.

- I knew they needed a replacement for that

Wilkinson fella real bad, But this is REAL bad.

- [Joe] Ayy, sheee - I don't know Jane,

are you sure you won't let me shoot this actor.

(banjo playing)

(Joe continues to groan and gasp)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat fiddle music)

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