All language subtitles for 31 - The Countess Baranof Story

What are you trying to do?

I will kill every one of
these savages that I find.

Must have stumbled on
a small hunting party,

or they'd have finished the
job, and they could come back.

Turn him loose,
and let's get out of here.

I don't take orders from you,

only from the Countess,
Olga Baranof!

Countess Baranof?

Yes, from the court
of Alexander II.

We'll discuss that later.

Right now, let's get
out of here. Turn him loose.

They killed my horses
and my men!

I don't turn him loose!

Now, let's get out of here.

We'll stay here till it's dark,

then we'll go back to the
carriage and pick up some things.

And you'd better give me
that pig-sticker.

Somehow or other,
I don't trust you.

With this I protect
my Countess until I am dead.

Only then do I surrender it.

I'll take it any way
you insist, but I'm taking it.

Give it to him, Vasily.

I don't want you
to die quite yet.

Besides, I don't think
he means to harm us.

I obey your wish... reluctantly.

Might as well go over here
and get off our feet,

get comfortable.

On your feet!

A peasant does not sit in
the presence of a Countess!

I warn you, Countess, the
American does not know his place.

Don't mind him. He doesn't know
the customs of your country yet.

Sometimes I think he's even more
class-conscious than what we are.

Are you laughing at me?

Oh, no, no, but do you
realize what the odds are

against my running into a
real Russian countess out here?

I suppose it's
not to be expected.

Wait till I tell
the Major about this.

The Major?

He's the fellow
that's the wagon master

for the train that I scout for.

Incidentally,
if you're going west,

you could travel with us.

You'd be a lot safer.

Are there many wagons
to the train?

Oh, a hundred or so.
Perhaps I could buy one.

No, I'm afraid
they're all occupied,

but, uh, I'm sure we could
double you up with somebody.

Oh, I would be most grateful.

To a peasant?

Oh, I'm sorry for that.

This is Vasily's first
trip out of his own country,

and although he's my
personal bodyguard,

he's a high-ranking officer
in the Tsar's Cossacks.

Colonel Vasily Ygors.

In Russia, he commands
almost as much respect as nobility.

Well, out here, I'm afraid he's
just another man moving west,

and the sooner he realizes that,

the easier his life's gonna be.

Speaking of moving west...

What is a Russian countess
doing in this wilderness?

I'm on my way to Alaska,
and I'm in a dreadful hurry.

Alaska?

I do hope that you can help me.

Oh, it's shameless of me
to ask you to help me.

You have done so much already,

and I don't even know your name.

Oh, it's, uh...
it's McCullough, ma'am.

Flint McCullough.

Indian scout
and first-class peasant.

Oh. I'm sorry, Mr. McCullough.

How can I ever
make up for the insult

that you suffered at
the hands of Colonel Ygors?

Oh, I don't know.
We'll think of something.

Hey, Charlie.

Major.

What the heck's McCullough
bringing in with him now?

What kind of an outfit's
that fellow with him wearing?

Looks like a Russian soldier.

Where do you suppose
he found them?

Maybe he went to "Roosha."

If McCullough had to go that far
to get a girl as pretty as that one,

maybe he did go to "Roosha."

Howdy, fellas. Howdy, Flint.

Major, I'd like to present
the Countess Olga Baranof.

This is Bill Hawks... Hi, ma'am.

Charlie Wooster, and, of course,
our wagon master, Major Adams.

Major Adams.

Ma'am.

And her aide, um...

Colonel Vasily Ygors.

Did you say Countess?

Yes. She and her party have come
all the way from Washington, D.C.,

but they ran into
an attacking band of Indians

that killed her guards,
turned over her carriage...

And my beautiful horses, Major,

a perfectly matched team
of purebred horses

given to me in Washington
by Eduard de Stoeckl.

That de Stoeckl, he's the Russian
minister to the United States.

Yes, and an old friend
of my family.

But I'm surprised that you should
know about him way out here.

Well, ma'am, we don't always
have the latest events out here,

but every time we pass
a telegraph station,

we manage to pick up little
bits of news here and there.

Last time I heard of
your man de Stoeckl,

he was trying to negotiate a deal
with our Secretary of State Mr. Seward

to get us to buy Alaska.

Of all the things in the world
for us to buy, is Alaska!

We've only got 19 million
acres of vacant land out here.

What do we want with a big
hunk of ice and snow up there?

You don't approve of it, Major?

I can't imagine anybody
in their right mind

even going there for a visit,
let alone to live.

That's my destination, Major.

I beg your pardon?

Alaska. That is where
I'm going to live.

Well, ma'am, that's me.

I open my big mouth
and stick both feet in it.

I'm... I'm sorry.

That's perfectly
all right, Major.

But in view of your opinion, I'm
afraid I have some bad news for you.

Oh?

William Seward
and Eduard de Stoeckl

already have negotiated
and signed a treaty

for the sale of Alaska
to the United States

for $7 million.

$7 million?

What's the matter with
that fellow Seward?

First he wants us to buy
the Danish West Indies,

and now he wants us
to buy Alaska!

Thank heaven the Senate refused
to ratify the West Indies deal.

Maybe they'll vote down
this Alaskan purchase.

I wouldn't count on it, Major.

Maybe you and I will just make ourselves
a little wager on this sometime later.

Right now I'd imagine you'd rather
get settled than argue about treaties.

I have had a rather
exhausting day today.

I'll bet maybe we could put the
Countess in supply wagon number two.

That'd be fine, Flint.

I'll make sure
that she's comfortable.

Oh, Colonel,

you'll be able to negotiate
here with the Major.

These are the only two
peasants we have on the train.

Bill, what's a peasant?

Well, Charlie,
if I can remember right,

I figure it's about one grade
lower than an Indian scout.

Oh, Charlie.

Ah...

the title of Major is no doubt
just, uh... how do you say?

Nickname, judging from
the absence of a uniform

and your obvious lack
of military bearing.

Well, mister,
for your information,

I happen to be
a commissioned officer

of the Army of the
United States of America,

on inactive duty.

Oh. In that case,
I will negotiate with you,

regardless of your appearance.

What in tarnation's
wrong with my appearance?

You're joking, of course.

Mister, when I'm joking,
you'll know it.

If you came out here expecting
to attend a full-dress military ball,

you came to the wrong place
and you're talking to the wrong man.

If you want to join
this wagon train,

you'll have
to negotiate with me,

whether you like
my appearance or not!

Very well!

I'm Colonel Vasily Ygors,

of Tsar Alexander II's Cossacks.

In behalf of
the Countess Olga Baranof,

I wish to purchase
a night's lodging,

one well-appointed conveyance,

a team of your fastest horses,

and one of your best drivers.

Well, we can accommodate you on
this train for as far as you want to go,

but we haven't got any
horses or wagons for sale.

I can only pay a reasonable
price for horses and wagon.

I just said we don't
have any for sale.

But I insist!

Maybe you don't
understand English.

I just told you,
we don't have any horses

or any wagons for sale!

But you cannot refuse the
request of Countess Baranof!

I can't, huh? Well, you're
a little late, mister. I just did!

But it is not done.

Maybe not in Russia,
but you're not in Russia now.

This happens to be a big hunk of
land known as the United States,

and if you don't want
to accept my hospitality,

you can stay right here.

Is that clear? Right here.

Major, I beg to remind you

that you are
addressing a Colonel,

who, as a visiting emissary,

is due the respect of his grade.

However, in view of the fact
that you are in command

of this, uh, this
gypsy garrison on wheels,

I am obligated
by military protocol

to refrain from enforcing
my superior rank!

I will overlook
your insubordination!

My insubordination?!

After you have reconsidered
the request of Countess Baranof,

you will find me
in my quarters. Bill!

We will continue negotiations...

Personally, of course.

Do not send one of your serfs!

Aah!

What's a serf?

Oh, shut up you... peasant!

Charlie, why do you always
manage to upset the Major this way?

Me? Yeah, you.

There you are.

Not quite as fancy as that carriage
of yours, but it's a lot stronger.

It will do fine.

It's hardly befitting
a Countess at that.

Nobility is not synonymous
with weakness, Mr. McCullough.

Our blood is strong,
and so is our will.

If there's anything
you need, you let me know.

You have been kind enough.

That's very easy when the
lady is as lovely as you are.

I think I'll drop by
from time to time

just to make sure
that you're all right.

That is, if you have
no objections.

I'll be very disappointed
if you don't,

at the earliest opportunity.

Isn't this overdoing
the bodyguard?

Oh, I put your
pig-sticker inside,

but I wouldn't draw it again
unless you intend to use it.

The peasants around here
won't respect your uniform.

Vasily, come here.

Well?

Forgive me, Countess,
but I failed to acquire

the team and wagon
that you need.

That pig who commands the train,

he not only refused your
request, but he became insulting!

Always you get insulted, Vasily!

You have a talent for
bringing the worst out in people.

I serve my Countess
with fierce loyalty.

I know Vasily, but I
didn't really expect you

to have any success
with the Major.

But the Major isn't the only one

with influence here.

The scout.

Yes. If Flint McCullough would like
to help me badly enough, he could.

Hm. An Indian scout.

What is it, Vasily?

I... dare not say.

We're not in Russia now.

You can speak to me openly.

As a man to a woman?

That's what we are, aren't we?

If I could
speak to you that way,

I would warn you against

any further relationship
with the scout.

You don't trust him,
after he saved our lives?

It is not he who I do not trust.

Me?

I have never seen you
look at any other man

the way you look at the scout.

Vasily, what do you know
of the way I look at men?

Everything there is to know.

For seven years,
I have been your bodyguard,

and for seven years,
I have not been able to...

To take my eyes from you.

Vasily!

I would not dare say this
under any other circumstances,

but surely you must have known
that my loyalty to you

was not inspired by just duty.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Vasily,
but I had no idea.

You must have felt something
during those years,

but there's nothing more for
me to do but to speak of my love

because you are nobility,
I am not.

Whatever there is
to be done about it

is up to you, Countess.

I appreciate your loyalty,
Vasily,

but I have to
tell you the truth.

I love no man yet,

and when I do,

it will have no importance
what his station is.

I hope it won't be
a lowly Indian scout.

Hardly an Indian scout, Vasily,

but I shall use Mr. McCullough

for our purpose.

Yes. We must get to Sitka
before it is too late...

at any price.

Yes.

At any price.

Is there any reason
why you can't tell me

why you're in such
a rush to go to Alaska?

No, there is no reason why
I couldn't tell you the truth.

If I don't reach Sitka before your
Senate makes the purchase legal,

I shall lose $1 million.

You mean you own part of it?

A small part,

but a very important part of it.

Baranof Island,
where Sitka is situated,

is the government seat.

Alexander I gave the island
to my great-grandfather,

who was the first Russian
ambassador to Alaska.

It's ever since
belonged to our family.

I am the sole surviving heir.

Why don't you inherit it
just automatically?

A Baranof must be
resident of the island

at the time when
the purchase is ratified,

or else they forfeit
all the rights to it.

For once, I agree
with the Major,

because I think the Senate's
gonna turn you down.

Mmm, mustn't think that, Flint.

Eduard de Stoeckl told me
that it was almost a certainty.

He even has the money
to buy the votes for it.

You want me to believe that you
can buy the United States Senate?

That's the rumor in Washington,

and I just came from there.

Ah, that's a lot of rot.

Will you help me to get
to San Francisco?

You know I will.

I knew I could count on you.

Does it always take
a million dollars

to make your eyes
shine like that?

No, it's you who
makes me happy, Flint.

But money's important too.

There have been great reforms
in Russia of late.

We the landowners had to
give big plots of land to our serfs,

who were freed by law,

and now we are deeply indebted.

But all that's going to be
all right, with you helping me.

We must be leaving soon,

as soon as you get the wagon
and the fast team of horses.

I don't have very much money,

but I know that you
can get a bargain.

And I shall have
to get supplies.

But I wont' be able to get
a wagon for you out here.

But you said
you were going to help me.

Sure. I'll help you
to get to San Francisco,

and there you'll be able
to catch a ship,

but you'll have to
travel with the train.

But the train's too slow.

Days count. Hours count.

Olga, a wagon when it's
moving with a train

means a lot more
than just a wagon.

It's as important for survival

as a ship is
in the middle of the ocean.

It's a means of protection.

It means a lot more to these
people than it would to you.

But as soon as
we get to a village,

I'll go and buy one for you
if I can, and find you a team.

I don't have much time anymore.

I'm sorry if you
misunderstood me.

I don't think I did
misunderstand you.

I think you
deliberately misled me

so that you could
make love to me.

No, that isn't true,

but I'm sorry you said that

because it means
you let me make love to you

to use me for your own purposes.

Good! Give it to me!

I wish you would let me
carry it for you, Countess.

Vasily, use your imagination.

How am I going to
rouse any gallantry

in the heart of a wagon owner
if I'm already being served?

Go the wagon!

As you wish.

Serf.

Hey, serf.

SERF! What's the matter?

Come on, Charlie,
get your bucket.

We have to go get some water.

Me? Yeah, you and me. Come on.

Listen, if I ever find out
what that word "serf" means,

I'll let you carry
all the water by yourself.

If you'd gone to school, you'd
probably know what it means, huh?

Oh, you and your education.

You know, Bill,
on second thought,

I think I'll let you
carry both buckets.

They balance much better
that way. They do, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, they sure do.

Pardon me, Your Countess-ship,

could I help you
with this heavy bucket?

Charlie means well, ma'am, but
I don't think he's strong enough,

so I'll carry it for you.

Who said I ain't strong enough?

You're not as young
as you used to be, Charlie.

Who said that? Why
don't you just take a walk?

I saw her bucket first,
and I'm gonna carry it.

Mnh-mnh. I'm gonna carry it.

My name is Alex Foster.
At your service.

I'm the Countess Olga
Baranof, and I'd be most grateful.

Now look what you did.

What I did?

Oh, there you are, young lady.

Thank you, Mr. Foster.

Oh, Alex. Anybody that knows
me more than five minutes

and still calls me Mr. Foster,
I figure don't like me.

Oh, Alex, then, by all means.

Yes, sir, you and I are
gonna get along just fine.

I hope so.

You seem different than the
other men on the wagon train.

They're kind of rough.

Well...

maybe it's because some of
them have never been anywhere

or seen anything
of the world before.

Oh, you have traveled
extensively? Oh, yes.

Why, I've been to St. Louis
before I was 18 years old.

Is that a fact?

Lived there for six months once.

Been to New York too.

And why are you
going to California?

One day, I decided I wanted to.

It's the land of opportunity,
they say, for a man with ideas,

and Alex Foster's going to give
them the opportunity to find it.

I like a man of decision.

Oh, I, um...

I thought you'd be
asleep, Susan.

I know where you've been, Alex.

I said I know where
you were tonight,

and this afternoon
and most of this morning.

I don't want to have to
fight with you, Susan.

Then why do you do it
to every pretty face you see?

Do we have to go
through it again?

Don't I have any rights?
I'm your wife!

Only because
you won't let me go.

It's no good, Susan,

and you know it as well as I do.

I'm never gonna be
a dirt farmer,

and you're never gonna
be happy if I'm not.

If you'd only settle down.

I'm not the settling-down
type, Susan. I never will be.

We're not right for each other. Why
won't you admit it and let me go free?

Because I married you for better
or for worse, until death do us part.

I can't break that vow.

Then I'll have to!

Alex, no, no.

Susan.

Susan... you know how
I've always said

that someday I'll find that
one chance in a lifetime?

Well, I've found it.

With that countess?

If I let you stop me,
I can only hate you for it.

I'm sorry, Susan,
but I've got to leave you.

She's turned your head
with her fancy ways.

I'll arrange for you to finish
the trip with the Parkers.

Here's our stake.
You can have all of it,

and anything else
you want in the wagon here.

I'm taking the wagon
and the team,

and I'm leaving the train
the first thing in the morning.

Alex, please, don't!

I've got to.

It's the only way out
for me, Susan.

That's the way I am.

Alex?

Major! Major Adams, wake up!

Oh, Charlie, I don't... Major?

Oh. Oh, Mrs. Foster, hello.

Major, please,
you've got to help me.

What's the matter?
What's the trouble?

It's my husband Alex,
you've got to stop him.

Oh? Stop him from what?

From leaving me for that
Russian woman. The Countess?

Yes. They're going away together in
the morning. He's gonna take our wagon.

What does he want to do
a fool thing like that for?

Money, I think.
Who knows what else.

So the Countess finally got
what she wanted after all, huh?

A wagon, a team, a driver.

She sure is in a hurry
to get to Alaska, isn't she?

Stop Alex, Major. You can do it.

Don't let him leave me.

Well, Mrs. Foster,
I don't know how

I can stop a man from leaving
his wife if he wants to go.

I... that's kind of
a personal matter, isn't it?

I love him, Major.

Well, if, uh...

I don't know what
I can do, Mrs. Foster.

You could talk to him, try
to bring him to his senses.

But what right
have I got to interfere?

You're the only person
I can turn to.

You've got to help me.

Well, all right, I'll try.

FLINT: Hey, Major, uh...
why don't you leave this to me?

I know exactly what to do.

I don't think you've got any more
right to talk to Alex than I have...

Maybe not as much!

I didn't say I wanted
to talk to him.

Oh, I see!

I wondered why you were
moping around here all day

with your face as long
as an old cow.

Do you really think you can do
something about Alex, Mr. McCullough?

Maybe, indirectly.

Mrs. Foster,

if there's anything I can
say good about McCullough,

it's that he can handle
a situation like this

better than anybody I know.

Thanks, Major.
I appreciate the confidence.

Now, don't you worry
a bit about it.

It's in the best possible hands.

Flint'll handle it for you.
You'll be all right.

I don't want to go
back to my wagon.

I'll spend the rest of the
night with Blanche Parker.

All right, fine. I don't
want to be alone, anyway.

Don't you worry, I'll keep
your little secret for you.

Oh, Russians! Countesses! Ohh!

What...?!

I came here to talk, so you'll
gain nothing by making noise.

I don't want to talk to you.

Then be quiet.

Why did you have to do that?

Because I've never been so
wrong about a woman in my life.

Are you sure? I wish I weren't,

and I wish I didn't care.

Don't make me laugh.

Why not? You've been a great
source of amusement to me.

I could have fallen in love
with you. How's that for a start?

Funny? The first time I kissed
you, the thought entered my mind

that with a woman like you,
I could be content to stay

in one place for
the rest of my life.

That's the funniest part of all.
You really ought to laugh there.

I never stopped to think what
a ridiculous match it would be.

I only knew how I felt. That's
why I kissed you just now,

to find out how I could
have been so wrong!

And did you? I don't know!

Oh, that's right,
you don't know.

I'm finding out,
one way or another.

You'd go to any length
to get what you want,

like Alex Foster.

Oh, I only offered him
a great sum of money,

and he was willing enough
to go to Alaska to get it.

I don't mean
what it's gonna cost you.

I mean what it's
gonna cost Susan Foster.

Who? Susan, Foster's wife.

His wife?!

Well, you didn't think he was
gonna bring her along, did you?

Flint, I didn't know
that he had a wife.

You're telling
the truth, aren't you?

You know I am.

She went to the Major
just a few minutes ago

and begged the Major to talk
Foster out of going with you.

You needn't worry now
about that.

You mean that?

I mean it,

and I'm not laughing.

I never was.

We don't have much
of a chance, you know.

I know.

I mean...

we're worlds apart.

There is so much against us.

Very much.

Maybe too much.

Maybe.

Olga.

Olga.

Countess, wake up!

Vasily, what are you doing here?

I must talk to you.

Now? Don't be ridiculous!
Speak to me tomorrow.

It's most important.

Nothing is important enough to bring you
to my bedside in the middle of the night.

I have reason to believe that
you have abandoned your plans.

What reason have you?

Vasily, you were eavesdropping!

The canvas is thin.
I could not help but hear.

All right, so you heard it.

And we are going to continue with the
wagon train all the way to San Francisco.

But the money...
You will lose the money.

It has lost much of
its importance now.

I'm no longer sure it's
worth all it was going to cost,

and we may get to Sitka
anyhow in time.

I have learned there are more
important things than money.

Yes. The scout.

Vasily!

Have you forgotten who you are?

Your responsibility to Russia?

And what about
my responsibility to myself?

That is the trouble
with you of noble birth...

You have always thought
only of yourselves!

Vasily, you are insubordinate!

Really? I order you
to get out at once!

You order nobody, not anymore.

You and your kind are through.

The people are
rising against you,

but you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?

You are never in Russia long enough
to have any idea what's going on.

Even the people who are there

are not aware of their danger.

You are wasting your time.

I already have it.

Now, just sit down.

Sit down.

Now I will tell you how things
are going to be from now on.

You will do exactly as I say,

and I will only warn you once.

You'll do everything I say
because if you do not,

I will kill you.

More than that,

I will kill your
beloved Indian scout.

Now, we are going to Alaska,

where you will
receive your money.

You will then turn it
over to me.

You see, I need it badly...

Not for myself,

but to help finance the
overthrowing of you and your kind.

You're out of your mind!

Perhaps.

But if you're still alive
a month from now,

you will see Tsar Alexander
assassinated,

and you will know that your
money paid the one who did it

and the guards
who turned their backs!

Now, very quietly,

we will go and find your
new friend, Alex Foster.

You will tell him nothing
of our new relationship.

Do not forget, I am a Cossack,

more skilled
in the art of killing

than any soldier in the world.

You forced me
into doing this, you know.

Mnh.

It would have been
so much easier

if you could have loved me,

and far more pleasant.

But I was not good
enough for you, was I?

Not if you had been
the Tsar himself!

Get dressed.

We're leaving tonight.

I've got some!

Good morning, gentlemen!

Major! How 'bout a cup of
that wonderful coffee, Charlie?

Got it right here.
What's wrong with him?

Sounds to me like
he had too much sleep.

It's gonna be
a beautiful day, huh?

From the sound of you, it
must have been a beautiful night.

Let's put it this way, Major...

It's as beautiful a day for
Susan Foster as it is for me.

She's gonna be
a very happy woman.

Alex is not leaving, not today.

Well, I'm glad of
that. Major Adams.

Major Adams, it's terrible!
It's just terrible!

What's terrible?

Susan Foster... she's lying
there, and there's blood!

She's lying where?

She's lying where the wagon was.

"Was"?

Her husband took it and
ran off with that Countess!

Oh, Major Adams, poor Susan!

I'm afraid she's dead.
She's just lying there!

How'd this happen to you,
Mrs. Foster?

Alex left me for that
woman. He left me.

I mean who stabbed you?

She did. The Countess?

No, you mean her bodyguard,
the man in the uniform.

No, she did it.

I tried to stop 'em
from leaving.

She stabbed me!

She stayed with me last night
after an argument.

She couldn't sleep, and later she said
she was going to talk to her husband.

This morning,
I found her like this.

Well, it's just your arm,
Mrs. Foster. You'll be all right.

You want us to saddle
the horses? Yeah.

Oh, don't bother, Bill,
I'll go after her.

I've got a personal
stake in this. Flint.

I can see you at Canyon City...

I know, but, uh...

listen, I know this Countess
has been getting under your skin.

I just don't want you to
make a fool out of yourself.

Not a chance.

All right, good luck.

You feel all right?

Certainly I feel all right.
Why shouldn't I?

What did you do,
poison the coffee?

Not yet, but that's the first time
I ever saw McCullough leave

without you saying, "Stay
away from the girls. Hurry back."

Charlie, I don't think McCullough would
appreciate being yelled at this morning,

particularly about women.

Think he's stuck on her, huh?

More than that, Bill.

I'm afraid our boy
has finally met his match.

It's gonna be kind of tough
on him, taking her to jail, isn't it?

Yeah, I think so.

Jail?

Yeah, jail.

I'll get the bedrolls, Vasily.

You take the horses down
to the creek and water them.

I don't care much
for your choice of drivers.

You'd better instruct him
to stop ordering me around

or we'll travel without him.
He's not much help anyway.

As long as you still want him
to believe you're my servant,

you'd better act like one.

I take orders only
from the Countess, remember?

Now, tell him!

It's a long way to Alaska,

and you can't touch
the money without me,

so you'd better
tell him yourself.

Uh, I will take care of
this. You water the horses.

Now, just a minute.
I told you to do that.

I don't take orders from you.

What?

Furthermore, I don't like you.

Try to order me one more time,

and your head will be
severed from your body.

Countess.

Olga.

This man is out of his head.
Call him off.

Perhaps you'd better
listen to him, what he says.

Sometimes his temper
is quicker than my tongue.

Even I couldn't order him
to replace your head

once he has swung that saber.

Well, I, uh...

I guess I'll water
the horses. Now, uh...

why don't you put
this thing away?

There's no reason why
we can't be friendly.

It's going to be a long trip.

Yes, it is, and I don't
want to be concerned

every time you get behind
me, so give me your gun.

My gun?

But I might have to use it.
We might see Indians.

You probably couldn't
hit one anyway.

Now, give it to me or
I'll take it from your body.

Now, go water the horses,

and do not speak to me
unless I speak to you first.

Yes, sir.

Do it!

Yes, sir.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm just going
to go talk to Olga.

Well, don't talk too loud.

I want to get some sleep.

What's the matter
with him, anyway?

I told you, he doesn't like you.

I hope he's never lost
that temper of his with you.

Of course not.
He's my bodyguard.

I suppose in Russia you
could have him beheaded

for talking back
to you, couldn't you?

I never thought about that.

Well, I'll try not
to upset him anymore.

I want this to be as pleasant
a trip as possible for us.

You know, Olga,

in all my travels,

I think I can safely say

I've never met a woman
quite like you.

Is that so?

Without a doubt.

And that includes
New Orleans too.

Did I tell you
I've been in New Orleans?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, yes, I've been there.

It's a beautiful city.
French, you know.

And the women...

The most beautiful
women in the world,

in my opinion,

but none, none that
can compare to you.

Alex.

Yes, Olga?

Would you remove your hand
from my hand,

before I slap your face.

But I thought...

You had no reason
to think anything.

Of course you didn't say that we
would ever become anything but friends,

but we were so obviously attracted
to each other right from the beginning

that I thought
it was understood.

What gave you that impression,
that I was interested in you?

The best reason in the world...

You're a woman, and I'm a man.

There's one thing
I wish you were...

A man.

Flint, darling!

Oh, be careful of Vasily!

He's armed! He'll kill you!

He's asleep, and I took his gun.

Oh, I'm so relieved
that you came.

Last night before
I went to sleep,

I-I was praying
that you would find me,

and when I opened my eyes,
there you were.

You mean you wanted me
to find you?

You knew I did.

I knew you couldn't imagine

that I'd just leave
without a word to you,

unless somebody forced me to.

Alex?

No, Vasily.
He's a revolutionist.

And he is standing right here,

with a gun.

What's the matter, Indian scout?

Once I held a saber in my hand,

and you drew your pistol with
amazing speed and disarmed me.

It's different now that
I too hold a gun, no?

Vasily, don't, please.

Aha! The Countess too is
different now, have you noticed?

She begs me and says please.

Why don't you say please too?

I don't figure
it'll do me any good.

You're right. It is obvious
that I must kill you.

That's all I wanted to know.

Why? Do you think there is
anything you can do to prevent that?

Might be.

You fascinate me!

I admire your calmness
in the face of death.

You might have made
a good Cossack.

Not if they're in the habit
of shooting a man

without giving him
some kind of a chance.

Ah, yes. I have heard of
your quaint custom of a duel,

how you spend years practicing
to draw your weapon with speed.

But the Cossack considers
marksmanship far more important.

Sometimes. Not always.

It is when your adversary already
has gun in hand, wouldn't you say?

Yeah, but in the years
that I've been carrying a gun,

I've found out there's something
else that's important too.

Yes? What?

That a man can shoot another
man while he's blinking his eye.

I've got to talk with you.

But of course, darling. But
let's get out of this dreadful place.

We have plenty of time
on our way to the wagon train.

You mean you want to go
back to the wagon train?

You don't expect me to
continue west with that one.

Olga, I don't know much
about the customs in Russia

nor what immunity you might
expect from your nobility,

but... well, here in America,

when somebody stabs somebody,
it's against the law.

They sent me to find you to
take you back to Canyon City,

to jail.

You just make yourself
at home, young fella.

I'll be right back.

All right, Marshal.

Whoop!

Come right on in, folks,
come right on in.

I'll be right with you,
just a minute. Right back.

Howdy, Major.

I'm glad to see
you made it, Flint.

I'm glad you got the message.

We made camp about
a mile out of town.

Just got in last night.

Where's that loudmouthed
bodyguard of Her Ladyship's?

He's dead. It was him or me.

Where's my Alex?

Don't worry
about him, Mrs. Foster.

All you gotta do now is
sign a complaint against her,

and then we can get
back to the train.

Before you sign anything, I'd
like to have a word with you.

Yes, sir. Uh...

Mrs. Foster, is this
the woman that stabbed you?

No, Mr. McCullough,
I'm glad to say it isn't.

What did you say?

She... the Countess didn't do it.

Well, then, who did?

I did.

I... made the wound myself.

You? Well...

It was the only way
I could think of

for somebody to get
Alex back for me.

It hurt something awful.

Well, this is the galdarnest
thing I ever heard of in my...

She wasn't even locked up. No.

How'd you know she
didn't do it? She told me.

Oh, she told you, and you
believed her, just like that, huh?

Just like that. He
trusts me, Major.

Well, he must.

What were you two
talking about back there?

Oh, I'm glad you reminded me.

Um... in there.

McCullough, you didn't
answer my question.

I personally guaranteed that her
husband would remain with her

as long as she was
traveling on the train

if she admitted
that she stabbed herself.

You see, Olga here,
she couldn't have done it

because she was with
her bodyguard all the time.

And Foster, he didn't
have the courage,

so she was the only one left.

Alex... you came back to me.

Oh, Alex, take care
of that eye, huh?

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Isn't love wonderful?

Well, I guess I'd better
dust off my city duds

and get out the Bible and have
a little wedding, huh?

You mean between us?

There's nobody else around here
that's single. Those two are married.

Well, marriage is
impossible. Why?

I haven't been a very good
countess, Major,

traveling around the world
all the time,

but I shall try to be
from now on.

Colonel Ygors told me so
many things about my country

that I didn't even know about.

Some of the things
may be justified.

I shall have to go back
and see it through

the best way I can.

Well, I figured I'd have
you two married

before we got another mile west.

You're not even engaged!

No, but I guarantee you, Major,

by the time we get
to Sacramento,

we're going to be
the best of friends.

Ah!

Just look at that!
Just look at that!

I done won myself $200!

What are you,
a poker-playing marshal?

'Course not.

Won it at the telegraph office.

Had myself a bet
with old Tuss Birdie.

He's the operator.

I knew that that wire
would come in,

and I told him so, and it did!

Knew what?

We just bought Alaska!

The Senate just
ratified it this morning.

I got another bet
with ol' Tuss too.

On this here same telegram,

Secretary of State says
that he's figured on

annexing them there
Hawaiian Islands too.

Hawaii?

Yeah, that's the way you say it.

I'm putting my money
on old Willie Seward.

Willie Seward!

What does he think
we're gonna do

with an overgrown bunch
of volcanoes

out in the middle of an ocean?

Makes about as much sense
as buying Alaska.

Well, if we're not gonna
have a wedding,

we might as well get
back to the train.

Come on!