All language subtitles for The Virginian S09E12 - Last of the Comancheros ENGLISH+2s

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Thieving mutton eaters.

Why do you want to sell
your cattle, Mr. Keller?

Huh? I don't, really.

The trouble is,
there's not enough water

up in this country,

and those Herefords
can't cover as much ground

in a day as your
long-legged range cattle.

Oh, yes.

But in your country,
there's plenty of water.

They should do fine there.

Oh, that makes sense.
$20 a head?

That's rather high,
don't you think?

I'm asking 30, Colonel.

$30?

Oh, good gracious.

There must've been some kind
of misunderstanding

between me and my foreman.

That happens sometimes.

Well, well, I was hoping to
come to some agreement today,

but, uh, $30.

Good Lord.

I'd better sleep on it,
don't you think?

Well, you suit yourself,
Colonel.

It's only fair to warn you
that some folks

from Colorado are interested
in that herd.

I should hear from them
any day now.

If they come up with my price,

I can't very well hold them
for you, you understand.

Of course, if anybody offers
$30 a head these days,

I should grab it.

Where did you say
they were from? Montana?

Colorado.

Oh, Colorado. Yes, of course.

Why don't you come out
to the ranch

and look at those short horns?

You'll like 'em.

Well, I'd like to
if I can make it.

Sometime tomorrow?

Would you like to join me
for a meal?

Thanks,
but my wife is expecting me.

It's a real pleasure
meeting you.

My pleasure.

You boys riding back?

Oh, we thought we'd have
a beer first.

Fine. See you back at the ranch.

Okay.

Anytime tomorrow, Colonel.
I'm up with the sun.

I'll see if I can manage it.

Are you inferring
that I might be looking

for something other than a meal?

I'm inferring nothing.

Now, Sheriff Park says he wants

no unescorted ladies in here,
and that's you.

As I understand it,
this is your hotel.

I run it, but he runs the town,

and he can give me an awful lot
of trouble if he's a mind to.

I'll have a meal sent up
to your room if you want.

I did not travel 3,000 miles
to eat alone in my room.

Excuse me.
I couldn't help overhearing.

Would taking a meal be with me
be the lesser of two evils?

Well, sir, I'm not in the habit
of eating with strangers.

Oh, that's easily arranged.
I'm Colonel Mackenzie.

I'm Sally Nigh,
and I'm starving.

Good.

There we go.

Well, I don't have to ask
if you're a native of this town.

I'm from New York.

Are you that Sally Nigh,
the writer?

I'm that Sally Nigh,

reporter for the
New York World Telegram.

Well, this is a pleasure.

I often wonder
what you were like.

And are you disillusioned?

Oh, no, no, to the contrary.

I must say I'm rather surprised
you're so young

and, may I add, so pretty.

Thank you.

What you doing in Mesa Verde?
Looking for a story?

Yes, this is the perfect town
for my purposes.

I'm doing a story on the wild
West as it really is today,

not as the penny dreadful
writers would have us believe,

that there are still Indians
lurking behind every bush

and a road agent
behind every rock.

Yes, things have
calmed down a bit, haven't they?

A bit?

Colonel Mackenzie, do you know
this is the end of an era?

Here it is Saturday
in a Southwest cattle town.

Where are the cowboys
hoorah'ing the town?

Where are the fierce Comanches?

And where are
the John Chisholms,

the Charlie Goodnights,
the giants who tamed this land?

You don't even find men
like that anymore.

And why?

They've been domesticated

by the very environment
they created.

You know, when I first came
to this part of the world,

I used to think
exactly like you,

but I quickly found out
that things

weren't exactly
what they seemed to be.

We must be careful not
to soil the skirts

of the fine ladies, Francisco.

That's right, niño!

Run away home or the comancheros
will get you!

There we go.

Thank you.

Smells like a...
Comanche in here.

That's not Comanche.
That's sheep.

Bartender.

Whiskey.

There was a time
when Francisco Sosentes

would have shot
his ears off for less.

Who is Francisco Sosentes?

He once led a band
of comancheros south of here.

So they are
the dreaded comancheros.

Hey, sheriff, this used to be
a nice respectable hotel.

Seems like they let anybody
in here nowadays.

Why don't you two finish up
your drinks and leave?

I don't want
any trouble in here.

We're not making trouble.

Wasn't any trouble
until you came in here.

Now I got trouble.

Sheriff?

I presume you are the sheriff?
That's not true.

No?

What do you know about this,
mister...?

Colonel.

I saw these two gentlemen
come in.

They've caused no trouble.

That's your opinion...

Colonel.

I happen to know these people.

Now I'm asking you kindly
just to leave

without making a big fuss.

If I have to put you
under arrest

to get you out of here, I will.

We do not arrest easily, señor.

Raul, we did not come here
to kill a sheriff.

It's best we go.

Hey! Ain't you forgot something?

Four bits for the whiskey,
sheep herder.

I submit the incident
as a case in point.

When the once-scourge
of the plains

is marched out of a bar
with his tail between his legs,

the sun has set on the West.

You know, I'm suddenly
not hungry anymore.

The señorita from the hotel.

You are out late, no?

No, it's not late for me.

You wish to speak to me?

Yes. My name is Sally Nigh.

I'm a reporter for
the New York World Telegram.

Oh, is that not
unusual work for a lady?

They pay me a lot of money,
so I must do it well.

And how can I be of service?

I'm doing an article
on this part of the country,

and I understand
you used to be a comanchero.

I'd like very much to know
more about your life today.

Do you live here in Mesa Verde?

No.

No, señorita.

I have come to pay
my respects to a... a friend.

Our camp is in the hills.

Señor, would it be possible
for me to visit your camp?

Either you are very brave
or uninformed.

In this country, people,

especially attractive
young ladies,

ride shy of comancheros.

I'm sure their fears
are unwarranted.

If you would like to visit
our camp,

we will be happy to have you.

Come out tomorrow.

How will I find you?

Ride east from here
about seven miles from town.

Take the trail into the hills.

You need not worry
about finding us.

We will find you.

Buenas nochas, señorita.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Morning.

Do you know if Miss Nigh
has been down to breakfast yet?

She has been.
But she left early.

Oh? Where'd she go?

Well, she was asking
about the livery stable.

I reckon she's gone for a ride.

By herself?

Do you think it safe
for young girl

to ride round
the countryside alone?

From what I've seen of her,

Miss Nigh looks like a woman
who could take care of herself.

Really. Thank you.

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Whoa.

Oh! Mr. Sosentes.

I was beginning to think
I was lost.

You have been quite safe,
señorita.

You have had an escort
for the last three miles.

Life here is so simple,
so fundamental.

You mean primitive.

Ah, there was a time
when our camps ran

with life and excitement.

Each night,
there was dancing and singing,

and wine flowed
like streams in the hills.

That would've been interesting
to see.

Twice a year in the spring
and fall,

we ran with the Comanches.

Those meetings
were something to see.

There would be games
and contests

and feats of strength
and buffalo hunts.

Some people say
that we learned to think

more like Indians than Mexicans.

But as I understand,
it wasn't all fun and games.

It was a clearinghouse
for stolen goods.

We traded hardware and guns

for cattle that Comanches
had driven off.

And then you in turn
sold the cattle.

It was profitable for everyone.

Except the ranchers.

Many of those ranchers
were on land

that once belonged to my people.

What they didn't take
with legal chicanery,

they took with force.

And was your part bloodless?

I can tell by your questions

that you know many
of the answers already.

No, our business
was not always bloodless.

I have killed those
who would kill me.

I cannot say in all honesty
that all my compañeros

were so discriminating.

The first man I killed

was a night rider
who burned out my parents.

Where was that?

South of here.

My father had a land grant

passed down
from the King of Spain.

But the land is also gone.

There is nothing left
of that life.

And so you became a comanchero.

At the time,
there seemed no other way.

But now that life
has also passed.

Our business associates have
been herded onto a reservation.

And those few comancheros
who managed to survive

have been reduced
to herding sheep.

It is an honorable life.

But one special hell for one

who was the greatest
cibolero of them all.

What is a cibolero?

Ah, it's a thing of the past.

A lost art.

It was the name given
those brave few

who hunted buffalo with a lance.

We would ride alongside
the largest buffalo in the herd,

forcing our horse closer
and closer

until we drove the buffalo
into the ground

or were trampled
under its hooves.

Sometimes I think
I was born too late.

That's something I would love
to have seen.

You shall.

Francisco, don't be a fool.

Very good.

But the backs are shorter
than the longhorn.

That's right.
There's more beef for the bone.

Oh, is that so? I see.

You got to understand
one thing, Colonel.

This is an entirely different
breed than the Longhorn.

Mr. Keller, I'm afraid
I have you at a disadvantage.

I'm very familiar
with the Hereford.

I used raise them in England.

- You had a ranch in England?
- Well, it was an estate.

But it was big enough
to run cattle.

You know, I had an idea
that the Hereford

would make a great cross
with the Brahman.

What's that, the Brahman?

Well, it's a breed in India.

I ran into them when
I was soldiering over there.

I gotta say one thing for you,
you sure get around, Colonel.

You know,
they're very resistant to heat.

I think they'd make
the perfect cross

for this part of the country.

You know, Colonel, when I first
started dealing with you,

I thought you were
some fella with a lot of money

and not much brains,

but now I see
you know your business.

You take all 78, I'll let you
have them for $25 a head.

That's very kind of you,

but you know what'd be
even more kind

would be a realistic price
of $20 a head.

But it's very nice
to have met you.

Hey now, hold on, Colonel,
I like you.

And because I like you,
I'm going to sacrifice

those for $20 a head.

- What you think of that?
- Well, now, that's very fair.

Thank you. There we are.

It's made out
for the exact amount.

Really?

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There he is, señorita.

A brave strong bull,
a worthy adversary.

No markings on him. A maverick.

Or fast enough
to escape the branding iron.

In any event, he's fair game.

The lance, compañero.

Maybe this isn't
such a good idea.

It's a tremendous idea,
señorita.

For the first time in years,
I feel macho.

Much man.

I ride for you.

Viva Francisco!

You cannot stay longer?

No, I'll have to get back
before dark.

I'm sorry.

This is a day I'll never forget.

In your writings,
I would appreciate

if, uh, you would forget
the source of our dinner.

Adios, señorita.

You're quitting kinda early
tonight, ain't you, Wilkins?

Yeah, couldn't get a rise
out of Albuquerque.

There you go.

If telegrams
wasn't confidential,

I could tell you something
that'd curl your hair.

Is that right?

Them comancheros are just plain
savages, I'll tell you.

What about 'em?

I don't want to start
no trouble.

You got a lot of stories
about those night crawlers.

Oh, this ain't no story.

This was seen by a white woman
who was there.

Well, what was?

Well, I've talked
too much already.

Bart, pour Mr. Wilkins
another drink.

Well, thanks, Mooney.

What'd the lady see, Wilkins?

Well, now, the last thing I want
to do is start trouble,

but you fellas'd do well to keep
better tally on your cattle.

Wilkins, you don't make
no sense at all.

Now what's comancheros
and some lady

got to do with our cattle?

Plenty, that's what.

The comancheros
are killing cattle.

You know that for a fact?

This lady saw 'em doing it!

I can show it to you
in her telegram.

It's the way they do it
that gives me the shivers.

How was that?

They spear 'em!
Probably some ritual.

Well, how long's
this been going on?

Well, don't ask me.

The implication is it's been
going on for a long time.

Well...

I'd say one cow is worth about
100 head of sheep.

Wouldn't you?

I'd say that's
letting them off cheap.

What is it? What do you hear?

Maybe you smell Señor Coyote.
Go to sleep.

He's not going to
bother us tonight.

That's the herd.

Owens? This is gonna be
wild and woolly.

Francisco...

come to bed.

Francisco! Francisco!
Francisco...

Estuardo.

Estuardo, who did this?

From Mesa Verde!

Men with many guns and clubs.

The sheep?

Gone, dead or dying.

The whole flock?

But why?

It is because killing the bull.

That bull bore no brand.

By the law of the range,

it belongs to any man
who takes it!

I will find out who's
responsible for this.

Did you know any of the men?
Did you know any of the men?!

I will tell you
who is responsible.

The gringo lady
you welcomed into camp.

Huh?

Be careful with that baggage.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, got room for one more?

- I reckon so.
- All right, catch.

There we go.

Miss Nigh.

Colonel Mackenzie,
are you taking this coach, too?

Yes, as far as Medicine Bow.

What a pleasant surprise,
but what happened

to all the cattle
you were going to buy?

Oh, I'll send the boys
back for them.

You know, when it comes
to trailing a herd

and riding with a pretty lady,
no choice.

Everything's loaded.
We're ready to go.

Will it be just the two of us.

Well, I went to great lengths
to arrange that.

There we are.

Hyah!

When I applied for the job,
I applied by letter.

When the editor called me in
for an interview,

he was a little bit put out
by the subterfuge,

but I got the job.

I imagine you usually get
what you want.

Oh, I get what I go after.

But I'm not really sure
what I want.

How about marriage?

Or haven't you met
the right man yet?

I seem to frighten men away.

I'm rather hard on male egos.

Oh, maybe out here,

you'll find the men
are less timid.

Whoa!

Driver? Why have you stopped?

Because that is the way
I want it, señor.

Mr. Sosentes.

- Hand me your gun.
- I have none.

Throw yours to the ground.

Hate to disappoint you gents,

but there's no valuables
on this coach.

Oh, but there is.

This.

What do you want with me?

I want $25,000 for you.

Well, if it's a hostage
you're after,

I'll serve just as well.

I don't know who would pay
that amount

to keep you alive, Señor,
but I'm certain your employers

value your services that much,

especially after
your excellent story

about how I killed
one of the bulls.

You did write of that,
did you not?

After I asked you not to?

But I said it was wild,
a wild bull.

But your story is not complete,
señorita.

You must tell your readers
how night riders

slaughter 300 head of sheep
to avenge that bull.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I... I had no idea.

An entire flock.

My people cannot survive
the winter here.

Killing your sheep was criminal.

You've every right to be angry,
but this is not the answer.

Let the lady go.

I'll ride back to Mesa Verde
and do everything in my power

to see that they make it up
to you and your people.

You see who you can trust,
señor?

It's best we do things my way.
Your horse, señorita.

No.

No, don't, please.

Lash him to the saddle.

We're going to have need of him.

We'll have two guests
instead of one.

Whoa.

What happened, Chuck?
Where are your passengers?

- The comancheros got them.
- We'd better get him inside.

This ain't no hospital.
Take him on down to the doctor.

And you, hustle your tail
right back here.

I'll need you. Go on, get up.

Hah! Come on, boy.

What happened?

What?
I don't know what happened.

A man got hurt, that's all.

Your head hurts,
but you are alive.

Be grateful, señor.

Where is she? Where's Sally?

She's here in my camp.

Are you always that brave
and that foolish,

Colonel Mackenzie?

Only when I have to be.

I apologize.

True bravery's never foolish.

We comancheros
have much respect for it.

Kidnapping a defenseless girl,
that was bravery?

It was necessary.

Don't you know
that they'll hunt your people

down for this and kill them?

They have killed us already,
Señor Colonel,

when they killed our sheep.

If we are to live,
it must be in the old way.

Oh, the devil
with your old ways.

Take me to the girl.

Very well, come.

Sally, are you all right?

Oh, don't worry, darling,
I'll get you out of here.

I've been in danger before,
but this is so unreasonable,

- so unnecessary.
- It wasn't your fault.

You're not to blame for this.
I'll make them understand.

I really don't think
they're going to listen.

They're outlaws again.
They're enjoying it.

Well, not Sosentes.
He's too intelligent.

But the others are pushing him.

But he's the leader.
He's the leader.

- I'll make him understand.
- Colonel Mackenzie?

All right, everything's
going to be all right.

Keep your chin up. Hmm?

You see? She's not harmed.

How long are you
going to keep her

in that dirty, stinking tent?

You watch your tongue, señor.
You could lose it.

Kill him now.
He's of no use to us.

You're wrong about that.

The stagecoach driver
was supposed to carry

our demands back to town,
but since he was shot,

Colonel Mackenzie
will have to do it.

If you let him go,
he'll bring the law.

Well, then the girl will die.

Do you understand that, Colonel?

Yes, I understand.

All right, I'll give you my word
I will not tell them

about your hideaway,
now what do you want?

You must deliver $25,000

by yourself within 48 hours.

That may be impossible.

For the lady's sake,
I hope it's not.

Because if you do not return
within that time...

Would you do it?

We're fighting for survival,
Señor Colonel.

We will do what we have to do.

Do you agree to those terms?

I have no choice.

It is agreed then.

He'll be the death of us,
and so will you with your trust.

When you are ready
to take charge, Raul,

you let me know.

Ha.

In the meantime,

prepare a horse
for Colonel Mackenzie.

We can't cover
the whole area ourselves.

We should've got up a posse.

You get up a posse,

people are gonna
start asking why.

I don't want no talk in town
about them comancheros,

not yet.

Well, even if we did find them,
what could we do about it?

There's only the two of us.

We go back into town.

I get a few good men
I can trust.

Then we ride on
into that comanchero camp.

We don't leave as much
as a blade of grass alive.

Are you saying
you won't even try

to bring Sosentes back to hang?

Dell, I seen men kind of
rally round at a hanging.

Sometimes they seem to get a...

The strength to make a martyr
out of some strung-up bandito.

No, there's them
other comancheros.

I want Sosente's death
to put the fear of God

into every one of them.

Hey, who would that be riding
out here all alone?

- I don't know.
- Huh?

Colonel Mackenzie.

Hi, sheriff.

The stagecoach driver
said the comancheros got you.

The driver got back all right?
Good.

- How did you escape?
- I didn't.

Their camp.
Where's the hideout camp?

I see you're not asking
about the girl.

- They still got her.
- Yeah, that's right.

I'm gonna ask you again,
Mackenzie.

Where is the comanchero camp?

Let's talk about that in town.
Come on, boy, hyah!

Well, that's the whole story,
Sheriff, all of it.

I'm sorry I can't tell you
where the camp is,

but I gave them my word.

To a comanchero?

To the man who has
that girl's life in his hands.

Well, I suppose you took
his word on that.

Well, I believed him
when he said

that they'd kill her if I didn't
come back with the money.

$25,000, huh?

Well, he can just go whistle
up a tree with that.

Didn't you hear me?
They'll kill her.

I heard you.

So we give him the $25,000.

The next thing you know,
they yank somebody else

off of stagecoach,
and they want $50,000.

Sure does beat working
for a living, doesn't it?

I see.

Then you're not going
to help me raise the money.

Help you?

Listen, McKenzie,
I'm in charge here,

and I'll run things my way
without any help from you.

Now why don't you just go
back to Medicine Bow

and keep out of this?

I have no intention
of leaving here until I know

what you're gonna do about
the safety of that girl.

Colonel Mackenzie,
when I was elected sheriff here,

I took an oath
to uphold the law,

maintain the peace,
and bring criminals to justice.

Since that time,

this has been
a nice little town to live in.

I see no reason to change
my way of doing things

just to accommodate
some outsider.

Sheriff,
it might interest you to know

that night riders from this nice
little town of yours

slaughtered all the comancheros
sheep last night,

and that's what caused
this kidnapping.

Oh?

Then I'll deal with that
all in due time.

- Good day, sir.
- Sheriff.

If you're not gonna do anything
about the safety of this girl,

I shall consider it
my responsibility.

You consider whatever you want.

But let me tell you this.

You interfere
with the due process of law,

and I'll treat you just like
any other lawbreaker.

If you pay those devils,

it's the last you will ever see
of your money or the woman,

you mark my words.

Well, that's my concern,
Mr. Henderson.

I've telegraphed my bank
in New York for the money.

All I want to know from you
is will you honor the draft

when it arrives?

Well, it's not that simple,
Colonel.

You see, we are
a very small bank here.

I founded it myself
16 years ago,

and I have always prided myself
that I have adhered strictly

to the soundest
banking principles.

Why, my goodness, I wouldn't
be able to sleep nights if I...

Mr. Henderson, can I count
on you for the money?

Well, a draft in that amount

would seriously strain
the resources of this bank.

Our reserves are unusually low
at this time.

Ed Jones has just made a loan
to buy the Ragsdale place.

Matthew Keller
has his payroll to meet.

They'll get their money.
Can't they wait a few days?

Let me be frank with you,
Colonel Mackenzie.

This is cattle country.

The whole economy of the country
is based on cattle.

And people around here
just do not take kindly

to sheep nor to the people
who raise them.

Why, I've been told that cattle
will not graze on land

for five years after it's
been cropped by sheep.

Well, I've raised both,

and I can tell you
that's absolute nonsense.

Anyway, those few hundred sheep
weren't a threat to anyone.

Well, there's...
more to it than that.

The people around here
have not forgotten

how the comancheros were.

Why, if word got out
that this bank had aided

and abetted them
in this terrible thing,

I might just as well close
my doors

and hang up a "for sale" sign.

Why, I'd be out of business
in a week.

There's a woman's life
at stake here.

And here you're talking about
offending your depositors?

Look, I'll guarantee this bank
and your depositors

will not lose one red cent.

Believe me, Colonel Mackenzie,

I appreciate
what you're trying to do,

but these matters are best
left to the authorities.

Now, Sheriff Parks
is a very capable law officer.

You think so?

Well, I think
he's a pigheaded idiot.

Now, Mr. Henderson,

I want a straight answer
from you.

Will you honor that draft?

Well, legally,

I probably won't have
any choice.

Ah.

Well, thank you for your time.

If Mackenzie came this way,
you'd never know it.

Comancheros did a good job
of covering up his tracks.

What do you want to do?

Keep looking.

Oh, how long can a man live
on this cold food?

Longer than he can live
by lighting a campfire

while his enemies
are searching for him.

Has our guest been fed?

This morning.

She's not our guest.
She's a prisoner.

And you treat her like one.

- Attend to her.
- Later, after I have eaten.

Now, and be quick about it.

Hey! Bring her out here.

She's nice to look at.

Amigo...

if you have any ideas
about this woman,

it will be best to put them
out of your head.

Are you out of your mind?
Get your hands off of me!

Let me go!

Here's your gringo beauty.

That's enough!
Are you so quickly a savage?

Bring her the food.

Oh, poor lady,
don't sit in the dirt that way.

No, no, no.
Oh, your pretty dress.

Look, it's getting all dirty.

Let me go.

Release her.

But the poor lady,
look at her dress.

She needs some help.

Here.

I suppose I should thank you.

Oh, señorita.

Señor Sosentes...

what I wrote was a tribute
to your skill and courage,

nothing more.

I meant you no harm.

I don't know the men
who killed your sheep.

Please...

let me go.

Plans have been made.

We will wait.

Sosentes,
the Sheriff and the deputy,

they came to the end of
the arroyo and they went back.

They ride in circles.
They know nothing.

They'll find this place
soon enough.

That Sheriff is no fool.

We should leave now
or there'll be no money,

just a rope for all of us.

Armendez, you are like a child.

You would forsake
a fortune tomorrow

to indulge your passions today.

I gave him 48 hours.

I'm not sure that draft
will arrive here in time

or even if they'll send it.

I've got to raise
that money somehow.

But if this woman
was from around here,

it would be different.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

It just isn't
any of my business.

Well, it might very well
be your business.

It was men around here
that slaughtered all those

comanchero sheep just because
they killed one maverick bull.

If I thought it was men
from my ranch,

I'd hang their hides
to the west side of that barn.

Sheriff Parks could take care
of the rest of them.

You know, two wrongs don't make
a right in my book.

Now look, if I bring you proof,
will you help me?

Well, I don't have any great
love for the comancheros,

but if you prove that this ranch
had anything to do

with that kidnapping,
I'll back you all the way.

Right.
Well, maybe Ed Jones will help.

How far is it to his ranch?

By the time you got there
and back,

- you'll know you had a ride.
- Yeah?

Go ride straight down the road
and take the left fork.

All right. Go! Go!

♪

Be nice to me,
and I'll help you get free.

I'll help you escape.

But if you make a sound,
one sound.

Be good. Be good.

You are a foolish man, amigo.

She's only a prisoner.
In the old days...

In the old days, you were a pig,

and no woman
would at look you twice.

Is it now, amigo?

Huh?

Is this the time
you have chosen?

♪

Wilkins.

Wilkins!

I'm talking to you.

Wilkins, do you remember
how you're always grousing

about what a lousy town this is

and how you'd like to go up
to Vista and live?

We think you ought to go
up there now, tonight.

W-why?

You didn't bother to mention

that that bull
them comancheros killed

was a maverick, did you?

I didn't pay any attention
what kind it was...

In a pig's eye!

We're not gonna have
this come home

and roost on our doorstep.

You clear out and stay out.

If that woman gets back,
they'll find out anyway.

That's the money coming in
for her right now.

Get him out of here.

And you found it just like this?

Yes, when I came here,
the telegrapher had gone

and I came right over
to your office.

Wait a minute,
what's this? Look.

This is from
the Merchants Trading Bank

in New York to the bank
here in town.

They've sent the money.

He must've been taking this
message when they ran him off.

Let me see that.

I don't see anything
about money.

All I see here is two addresses.

Well, what else could it be?

Could be anything.

Like, uh, evidence.

Bloody right, that's evidence.

That's evidence that
the money order's been sent.

- Now give it to me.
- I warned you once, Mackenzie.

You interfere
with the due process of law

and you're gonna wind up
in a jail cell.

I don't care if you own
the whole state of Wyoming.

In this town,
you are what I say you are.

You're not interested
in upholding the law

or maintaining peace
or anything like it!

You just use that badge
as a license to hunt

and kill comancheros
because they've made

a bigger fool of you
than you already are.

You're not gonna catch them.
Never!

And the death of the girl
will be on your hands!

Mackenzie, I lost this eye
to a comanchero

when I was just a young fella,
still wet behind the ears.

And I ain't gonna rest easy
till there's not

another stinking one of them
left in this territory.

I want a horse.

You just brought one back
a little one while ago.

Well, I want another one,
the fastest you've got.

Fastest?
That's the only one I got.

Here, old man,
maybe I should do it, huh?

Thank you. Right, there we go.

How far is it to Albuquerque?

40 miles of you take
the Emperor road.

But you'll pay for it if you run
this horse into the ground.

Albuquerque?

What do you want
to go there for?

Well, I have to get
to the telegraph relay station.

Now, you want to open
the door, old man?

Come, come on.

♪

I did not wish to alarm you.

You have had no other visitors?

No.

But you cannot sleep.

I'm scared,
if that's what you mean.

You have every right
to be frightened.

This is a terrible experience
you are in.

You say that as if you had
nothing to do with it.

It was your idea to kidnap me.

It was.

If you were really sorry,
you would let me go.

If the money is delivered
tomorrow morning

according to my instructions,
I will release you here.

Well, what if it isn't?

This is not to my liking.

I want you to know that.

But you're doing it.

Yes.

Whatever happens, I am to blame.

But there are others
who share my guilt, señorita.

Would you believe that you are
the first one of your people

I have ever conversed with?

Would you believe that?

Oh, in Mesa Verde, I...
I order drinks.

I order food.

It comes. Slowly, but it comes.

I buy gringo sheep.

We, um...

how, do you say, we... we dicker.

The gringo doesn't say,

"Come, we drink
to seal the bargain."

You know? No.

And if I suggest this,
he doesn't hear,

or he's too busy.

Well, evidently,
the comancheros left

very deep wounds around here.

It was the same on both sides.

But if you pick at the wound,
it cannot heal.

Well, where will you go?

Mexico.

Find some land,

steal a few sheep,
and start again.

You say that as if
it's a way of life.

It was our way of life,
señorita.

We knew no other.
We stole to live.

In time, our victims
became our enemies,

and then it was impossible for
us to survive any other way.

We have no roots.

We have no home.

Like the buffalo,
we will soon be no more.

If you let me go

and if we tell
the people in Mesa Verde

what really happened,

surely they'll listen to reason.

No.

No, señorita.

Sheriff Parks has waited
for just such an opportunity.

He would stop at nothing
to destroy us.

You get a cosigner,
Mr. Wainwright,

and we'll be very happy
to take care of it.

Good day, Mrs. Cooper,
Mrs. Wells.

We're closed.

Well, open! I've got the draft.

Come back tomorrow morning.

No, now!

We're closed.

Well, now you're open.

This is an authorization
from the Merchant Banks

in New York
to pay the bearer $25,000.

May I have the money now,
please?

I'm sorry.

Come back tomorrow morning,

and we'll see
what we can do then.

Tomorrow's too late,
and you know it!

I'm sorry.

Mr. Henderson,
I've ridden a long way,

and I'm very tired,

and I'm beginning to get
very angry.

Now for the last time,
will you honor this draft?

What... there's a problem here,
Mr. Anderson?

What happened?

I told him we were closed,
and he broke in the doors.

Oh?

Colonel Mackenzie,
you're under arrest

for breaking and entering.

What?

It's just the same as murder.

He'll kill that girl,
and you know it.

You want to save her,
just tell me where they are.

You know I can't do that.

Your word of honor is worth
more than the girl's life?

Not the point,
they'll see you ride up,

and they'll kill her
on the spot.

Maybe.
My way, she's got a chance.

Your way, she's as good
as dead right now.

My way,
I'll take the money to them.

Well, they'll probably
kill her anyway

and you right along with her.

Well, I'll take that risk.
Look, let me out of here.

Help me persuade the banker
to give me the money.

The only way you're
going to get out of here

is to tell me where
that comanchero camp is.

Now where is it? Tell me.

Tell me!

All right.

First five bullets
won't hit anything vital.

Number six is the one
you gotta look out for.

You're insane.

Where is that comanchero camp,
Mackenzie.

Where is it?

- Parks!
- Huh?!

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, just asking my prisoner
a few questions.

With a gun in your hand?

I usually get some pretty good
answers that way.

What can I do for you?

Barnes, get in here.

One of my hands
got drunk tonight

and did a lot of talking.

Tell him.

All right, go on,
tell him what you told me!

Well, it was Mooney and me that
killed them comanchero sheep.

We ran off Wilkins
at the telegraph office, too.

Where's Mooney?

He's in my bunkhouse
passed out cold.

But don't worry, he'll be in
as soon as he's able to ride.

Now I want you to hold
them both for trial.

On what charge?

For destroying property,
if nothing else.

And turn Colonel Mackenzie
loose.

- Why?
- Because I'm telling you to.

Those comancheros had nothing
to do with all of this.

And Mackenzie can take the money
to them for restitution.

$25,000
for a flock of lousy sheep?

For a girl's life!

Come on.

- Thanks.
- It's all right.

If you have any trouble getting
the money from Henderson,

- use my name!
- I'll do that.

Get in there, Lawrence.

Come on.

And you too!

Hey, what you think
you're doing?

It's for your own protection,
Keller!

Gonna be a little shooting
around here anytime now,

and I wouldn't want you
to get hurt.

You're finished as sheriff
in this town, Parks!

You hear me?
You're finished in this town!

I don't understand.

You let the colonel go,
and you lock up Mr. Keller.

Yeah, Mr. Keller's
gonna stay locked up

till we get back, too.

- Sheriff, don't you think that maybe...?
- Look, Joe,

hustle down to the saloon
and round up

every able-bodied man you can
find to swear on a posse.

When Colonel Mackenzie
leaves town,

we're gonna be
right on his tail.

♪

I saw some cattle grazing
in the canyon.

Kill a steer
and bring back the hide.

Raul...

not this way.

It is our way.
We are the comanchero.

She will be wrapped in a fresh
hide and left in the open.

She'll be crushed to death
as it dries in the sun.

No, no.

Please, please, no.

He can do nothing.
He will do nothing.

Raul!

Francisco!

Francisco!

He's here!

The money, where is the ransom?

In the saddlebag.

Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?

Thank God you're back.

You see, amigos? You see?

$25,000!

And that will buy us good horses
and fine guns!

But in Mexico!

Wait a minute,
that won't be necessary.

You won't have to go to Mexico.

The men who killed your sheep
have confessed.

Full payment will be made.

This will more than pay
for the sheep.

If you keep the ransom money,
then you'll be wanted men.

Criminals. Hmm?

Then Mexico will not even
be safe for you.

If we keep the money?

The people of Mesa Verde
are sorry for what happened.

It was a tragic mistake
all around,

but don't make matters worse.

Come back with me
and return the money.

You want me to give it all back?

And what will happen if I do?

I will be thrown
in the gringo jail,

and my people
will be hunted down.

No. I promise you.

I kept my word with you once.
I'll keep it again.

All this will be forgotten.

You can buy sheep again,
live as you lived before.

Before? We were treated
like dirt before!

Is that what you comancheros
want to go back to?

You see, it is too late.

Too much has happened.

And what will happen in Mexico?

You'll be bandits again,
living in hiding

until one day,
there's no place left to hide.

Your people will die, Sosentes!

You want them to live,

persuade them to come back
with me.

Gringos!

Betrayer!

I didn't bring them.

I believe you.

Take her and go.

They will let you through.

Sosentes...

you haven't got a chance.

You'll be killed.

Tell your people to surrender.

When life holds no promise,
that isn't so terrible, amigo.

Do you have to take everybody
with you?

There are women and children
to think of.

Tell them to surrender.

- Surrender! Don't shoot!
- Stop firing!

Surrender!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- Drop your guns!
- Stop firing!

- They're surrendering!
- Don't shoot!

Sheriff!

Sosentes.

I got him.

Yes, sir, I got him, didn't.

You got him.

You got them.

And you'll hang for murder!

Comanchero.

I wish you were coming with me.

I'm sure that your trip home
will be completely uneventful.

I feel that I've destroyed
something in this town.

And now I'm running away,

leaving others
to pick up the pieces.

Well, at least they've got
a new Sheriff here,

so some good came out of it.

I know, but...

men died, and I'm...

No, no, no,
it was nothing to do with you.

If it hadn't been this incident,
it would've been something else.

There just was no place left
for the comancheros anymore,

There never was.
It was inevitable.

Come on.

As you said, times change.

People don't.

But... I feel that I have.

I just can't tell you
how I feel.

Then don't try.

There we are.

I don't know exactly
what I'm going to write yet,

but it will certainly be unlike

anything I've
ever written before.

Hyah! Hyah!

♪

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