All language subtitles for [English] Lumberjack _ Cassidy Faces Murder & Betrayal in the High Sierra Timberlands _ Classic Western Movie [DownSub.com]

What happened?

It's Julie!

What about Julie?

She's eloped with a stranger
she met in Sacramento and she left this.

My poor little girl
wheeled by a wicked man!

Don't worry about it, Abby.

There are only two places she could go.

The parsley or the justice of the peace.

Jimmy, you cut across
and guard Sierra Highway.

All right, Hop.

- Don't you say a word to Buck about it.
- Not one word, Hoppy.

- Buck, where are you?
- Stop bawling like a bull with epizootic.

Will you cover the local parstage?

And if you can't keep her quiet
any other way, take her with you.

- Let's go.
- I won't!

Come on!

Are you trying to kidnap me?

Kidnap? At your age?

- Let me go!
- Get on up!

- I won't!
- Doggonnit, stay here!

And miss what's going on out at the parson?

I should say I won't.

Help me up.

Will you make up your mind?

Giddy up!

Oh, California!

Parson, parson! I won't let that happen.

Maybe Julie is becoming
a bride this very instant.

Stop it!

Will you stop it? Parson!

You are fast.
I've been expecting you two.

- Are we too late?
- We got here as soon as we could.

My godness, love is always in a hurry.

Well, if you want me to,
I'll cut the ceremony short.

- No, this wedding can't go on.
- California, now you mustn't get nervous.

Marriage is a wonderful
institution, you know.

But she don't know what she's doing!

She'll regret it all her life.

Not if it's true love.

Marriage, California is a
50/50 proposition.

And the bride to be

seems a sensible woman.

But she's so impetuous.

California is right, it will never work.

Oh, yes, it will.

California, do you take this woman
to be your lawful

wedded wife?

I do.

Wait a minute now.

We're here to stop a wedding,
not to perpetrate one.

Go on with a ceremony, Parson.

California, do you take this woman?

- California!
- Hoppy!

California, come right back
here this minute!

Come in.

Well, looks like I'm a little late.

Hello, Hoppy.
This is my husband, Ben Jordan

How do you do?

Julie's told me
a lot about you, Mr. Cassidy.

- I hope it hasn't been too bad.
- It hasn't.

She's pretty high spirited, but you look
like you could handle her, all right.

I think I can.

Son! Here's your marriage certificate.

- All signed and sealed.
- Thank you, sir.

You take good care of that now, darling.

You bet I will.

Julie, I wish you'd said something
to your father about this.

He's going to be pretty upset.

I know.

I'd like to talk to you alone.
Hoppy.

- You don't mind, do you, Ben?
- Of course not, I'll wait outside.

There's something you should know.

Something I couldn't tell dad.
We need help, Hoppy.

Need it desperately.

You see, when I met...

Ben, Ben!

You've killed him!

- Buck, you didn't?
- I didn't even know the young fella.

I was just trying to keep him from.

Hold him there.

What happened to that satchel Ben had?

Hello, Joe.

We found these posted
on our land, Mr. Keefer.

What do they mean?

Well, Ben Jordan told me that you squatters

would be evicted from the property.

We ain't squatters.

Can you show title?

You know we can't.

I'm afraid you'll have to move on then.
That's a legal notice.

When's Ben get back from Sacramento.

That's hard to say, but those are
his orders, and I'm only his agent.

If Ben Jordan did this killing,
killing would be too good for him.

That's loose talk.

If anything happened to Ben Jordan,
you boys will be held responsible.

You better take it easy.

Can't they make trouble
under squatter's rights?

Yes, but they're too dumb to know that.

I wish you hadn't come here
this time, Mr. Fenwick.

If I'm connected up with
that railroad business

it'd probably make some ugly talk

later on.

I just made this trip to let you know

Ben Jordan borrowed the money to pay

his back taxes.

Yes, I advised him to do that.

You did?
It'll that affect our deal.

Jordan will never get here with the money.

Oh, is that why Tigert and Slade
were trailing Jordan in Sacramento?

They're expensive, but dependable.

Look here.

That is the finest block
of virgin timber in the Sierras.

Jordan was foolish not to start
cutting that long ago.

Now you simply appear at the sale
for the lenght of taxes

and bid it in at our price.

What about the heirs?

Ben was the last of the Jordans,
though there'll be no heirs.

I don't know, Buck.

There doesn't seem to be
any way out of it.

See, Julie's marriage has
brought her responsibilities.

Seems like the only thing she
can do is to go to Pinerock.

Yeah, it does look that way, Hoppy.

There's a bigger reason, dad.

I've asked Hoppy to find the men
responsible for Ben's death.

Buck, were you close enough
to the killer to recognize him?

Yes, definitely.

- Buckboard's waiting, Hoppy
- All right.

- Coming out with us?
- Yes.

There.

No, no put these over there
and put this in the middle.

You mean that there where it was?

Doggonnit Abby,
that's just where I had them!

Don't argue.

What in thunders is in them, anyhow?

Cloaks, bonnets and whatnot.

Whatnots? What's whatnots?

Unmentionables! Change the subject.

Oh, I changed mine Saturday nights.

- More of them?
- This is all.

Say, where do you think
you're going, Europe?

I'm going along to protect
Julie from those lumber jakes.

Lumberjacks.

Jakes are Jacks.

I'll put them in their place!

Hope the trip won't be too bumpy.

No, that road is as smooth
as a woman's cheeck.

And some women have some cheeck.

Buck, I'm sorry you're not
well enough to go with us.

But according to that tax bill,
we have to be in Pinerock by the 1st of June.

I know it.

- Good luck, Hoppy.
- Thanks.

Bye bye, dad.

Goodbye, Julie.

Take care of yourself.

- Well?
- Pay me off.

- The job has been taken care of?
- Yeah.

What about Slade?

He met up with an accident.

It's too bad.

I got a lot worse news for you than that.

Jordan was married just
before he was killed.

- Then there's an heir?
- Yeah, and a mighty pretty one too.

She's on her way here now to see
you only a few miles behind me.

Why didn't you get here before?

Horse went lame and Donner passed
and had to rustle another one.

The contracts for the railroad
are signed and delivered.

The tax sale starts in an hour.

The Jordan woman must be
stopped from getting here.

There ain't time and it ain't safe.

She's got three
smoke-eaten cop folks with her.

One of them is named Cassidy.

He's responsible for Slade
pushing up poppies.

Well, then our whole deal is upset.

We might as well tear up the contracts.

I don't know.

Miss Jordan and her cowpokes
don't know this mountain country.

Could be that they'd miss the road
and get here too late.

Dear old California,
home of my childhood days.

I thought you said these California
roads didn't have any bumps.

Well, you know, California soil.

You plant one bump and a whole
lot of them come up.

I feel for you, Abby.

Never mind, just go on with your driving.

You know, when I was a little shaver
I used to climb trees around here.

- With the rest of squirrels?
- No, just for myself.

Giddy up.

Hey, California!

Where are you going, California?

That's the road to Pinerock.

- Oh, this is it, Hoppy.
- You're wrong.

Look at these signs!

Doggone.

That sign must have been switched!

So are you switched.

Abby, California knows his country.

First he says the roads to California are
smooth as a woman's cheek.

Now he says the signs are switched.

I put up that sign myself 20
years ago in my own bare hands.

Why wouldn't forget this
place in a million years.

Right here I used to meet my little Minnie.

Doggone.

Look what's up there.

Little Minnie, what a girl.

What eyes!

What a nose! What a tooth! Teeth!

I'd have marry her

if it hadn't been for one thing.

Yeah, what was that?

She said no.

Come on, we haven't time to waste.

California is right.
These signs have been switched.

See? I'm always right.

- Oh, yeah?
- Well, most always.

Giddy up!

Do I hear the $5,500 on this choice land?

$5,000 I've got.

$5,00 a hand will make it $50.

$5,000 I've got.
Do I hear the $50?

$50.

$5,050.

Do I hear the $75?
$5,050

Do I hear $75?

$5,750 I've got.

Do I hear the $6,000?

$5,750 I've got.

Do I hear $6,000?

Going is $5,075 once!

$5,075 twice!

Are you all up?

Third and last call!

Sold, $5,750!

The next and last parcel
is the best virgin

temper in the Sierra.

Minimum bid on this

must equal the taxes due, said sum

being $11,204.

Do I hear it?

$11,500.

$11,500. I've got.

- Six.
- $11,600.

Do I hear the seven?

- $12,000.
- $12,000 I've got.

Do I hear the 12,500?

Do I hear the 12,300?

Do I hear the 12,300?

Gentlemen, even at $13,000
it's a give away!

The Jordan timber alone is
worth five times that much.

$12,000 on bid!

- Are you all up?
- Knock it down.

$12,000 once! $12,000 twice!
$12,000...

Wait a minute!

You can't sell that land.

- Why not?
- Mrs. Jordan is here to pay the taxes.

- It's too late.
-I think not.

- This ain't legal.
- What does that say?

Section eleven.

A property owner has rights of redemption

to period of actual sale by paying taxes,
costs and interest at 8%.

I never knew that.

Maybe you better read up on the statutes
you're supposed to enforce.

- Here's the money for the taxes.
- Here's the collector.

Who are you pushing?

Well, I'm just trying
to get through, that's all.

You ain't so big!

Wait a minute.

- Doggonit, Big Joe Williams!
- Cal!

Why, ain't seen you since
the old grass valley days.

Well, where you've been all these years?

Saddling horses for the Bar 20 outfit.

- Come on over and say hello to misses.
- Old Sue?

Joe, what do you know?

Whatever became of my old gal, little Minie?

Well, she's right over
there with the wife.

She is?

Say, will she be tickled to see you?

Well.

You appear to be a sensible young woman.

Put a reasonable price
on your land, I'll buy it.

Mrs. Jordan isn't selling property.
She hasn't had appraised.

I think it'll be greatly to your
advantage to hear my proposition.

- Use my office, Mr. Fenwick.
- Thank you.

- Julie.
- There's no harm in listening, Hoppy.

You wait and get the receipt.

- Do you remember Cal?
- Sure.

- Hello, California.
- Well, bless my gal.

I'm glad to see you
still as pretty as ever.

- Where's little Minnie?
- There she is, Cal.

Can't see her on account of that fat woman.

- That's Minnie.
- That's Minnie?

Go on over and say hello
to her, California.

- Actually I think I better...
- No, no came on.

From my Minnie to a whale.

Here's your receipt, Mr. Cassidy.

How do you know my name?

Why, that's what Mrs. Jordan called you.

And Mrs. Jordan's business
with Mr. Fenwick is personal.

So is mine.

- Glad to see you again.
- California.

Wait a minute.
Minnie, you're the picture of health.

- Ain't you going to put your arms on me?
- Well, sure.

- All around.
- Both sides?

There.

Don't you think I've grown up?

Yeah, many.

I've never seen you look so big.

I'll be seeing you.

- Well, your little trick worked, huh?
- Yes, it sure did.

The girl's are now in and so is Cassidy.

You get Sheriff Miles
to deputize you and the boys.

Get busy and enforce that writ.

Run those squatters
out of the country!

All right.

Since this cowhand
insists upon not selling

why not consider
doing the logging yourself?

- Me?
- Well, you have the timber and I need it.

You cut it and I'll buy it.

Mrs. Jordan doesn't know anything
about the lumber business.

Hoppy, please.

I'll advance you the funds
and start operation immediately.

And I'll supply you with the best logging

crew in the Sierras.

Julie, you're not going to turn down
this magnificent offer of Mr. Fenwick.

Are you?

- I don't know what to say.
- Just say no.

Look at that.

These low down land sharks are thrown

helpless people out of their homes
and saying your husband ordered.

Why, your husband spent
a fortune on these parasites.

Fed and clothed them for years.

Couldn't get a little work out of them.

They kept him land poor.

That was his order!

I wonder if they had anything
to do with his death.

They'd still do anything for revenge.

Julie, would you go look out that window.

Please?

Those people are dependent
upon your decision.

They may stay for a month.

- A month?
- California!

Goodbye.

I'd like to speak
to Mrs. Jordan alone, please.

- Julie, don't you realize what these are?
- No, you Hoppy.

My mind is made up.
I'm doing what Ben would want me to do.

But if he knew how badly you were
doing it, he wouldn't be very pleased.

That's unkind, Hoppy
and certainly uncalled for.

I know it, Julie, but I thought it
might bring you to your senses.

You and the boys
had better go back to the bar 20.

That sounds like an order.

It is.

All right, Julie.

I hope you're right about this, Julie.

Adios.

- Well?
- I guess I'm in the logging business.

Congratulations, Mrs. Jordan.

Oh, Julie, that's just grand!

I think you made a very
sound business decision.

Just put them right down over there, Jimmy.

I just wanted to say goodbye, Ms. Julie.

Jimmy, wouldn't you like
to stay here and work for me?

No, not without Hoppy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Jimmy.

Abby, I hate to go without... doggone.

What I'm trying to say is I
hate to go without giving you...

Yes, California.

This.

Oh, you silly old goat. Get out!

Well, I think we might as well
draw up these contracts now, Mrs. Jordan.

Come on, boys.

Hey, wait a minute!
Where do you think you're going?

Back home.

This eviction notice says you squatters
are headed the other way.

That's desert country. There ain't feed
or even water.

Good enough for you!

We ain't going.

What scum like you need is
a lesson you won't forget.

Get that.

What's the matter?

Those squatters, they're
always making trouble.

Hold there!

Get on your feet.

Hey, you're interfering
with the legal procedure.

- What's legal about it?
- This writ.

That thing's void.
You'd better speak to the new owner.

She's down the street with Keefer.

Give me that.

- What's your stake in this?
- I'm timber foreman for Dan Keefert.

My name's Taggart.

Say, Hoppy, that fellow looks like the one
I trailed the day of Julie's wedding.

- You sure?
- Well, pretty sure.

Wait a minute.

Did I see to you down Nevada
a couple of weeks ago?

I haven't been out of these
mountains in months.

Funny, your face looks kind of familiar.

- I could have sworn...
- It must have been two other guys.

Maybe so but one of them is dead.

You're not in your country now, Cassidy.
You're in mine.

If you're smart, you'll rattle
your hawks out of it.

Pronto.

Hey, what's the idea of you
won't keep making a monkey out of me.

The new owner gave them a 30 day extension.

Now get out of here and leave them alone.

All right, break it up.

Break it up!

Get away from Taggart, Hoppy.

Why don't we grab it?

What's the use?
We can't prove that he killed Jordan.

Well, I guess we don't
know what we could here.

Taggart works for Keefer.
Keefer works for Fenwick.

So what?

So we're not going.

You know, Mr. Cassidy,
you're speaking about young Jordan.

- Yeah?
- He's a mighty fine fellow.

- He must have been.
- Not a mean bone in his body.

Last words he ever said to us was
now he could see his way clear to pay

what the Jordan owed us so long.

Did he ever say how he expected to pay it?

He mentioned something about
the railroad, didn't he, Joe?

Yeah, he hoped to set a deal with the
railroad to cut and deliver ties.

Railroad ties.

Here's the contract with the railroad ties.

$33,000 to be delivered to the day
specified in that paragraph.

Here's my check for the
advance payment.

Sign both copies, please.

I guess this will show Hoppy he is wrong.

Came on, Jimmy! Hurry up!

Jimmy, Buck is the only one
that can identify Taggart.

That depends on how quickly you get
this note to him at the bar 20.

All right, Hoppy.
Well, I guess I'm wasting time here.

- Good luck to you.
- Thanks.

- Bye!
- Bye, Jimmy.

That's five.

Here three.

Get to work, boys.
Here comes the boss.

Good morning, boss.

Is this all you've got, Mr. Taggart?

Well, it's always a little
slow getting started.

You just have to do better.

Oh, we will.

Now, don't you worry, Julie.

Do I have to ask you again
to call me Mrs. Jordan?

Oh, I keep forgetting we're just common
folks in this neck of the woods.

And we always call everybody
by the first name.

Besides,

ain't every crew a timber
monkey has got a boss as pretty as you?

Boys, won't you please
make an extra effort?

Certainly!

Sure, the next time you show
your pretty face around here

we'll have a pile of logs
to the top of that tallest tree.

- Won't we, boys?
- Yeah!

Well, get to work then!

Thank you, Mr. Taggart.

Take it easy, boys.

It's a long day.

Where's Taggart riding?

He's going to see where she's going.

Why aren't you on your way back to Bar 20?

Oh, California wanted to visit
with some of these old friends.

Knows tresassessing squatters.

Julie, you don't seem to understand.

You're the trespasser.

Your husband owes these squatters,
as you call them, a great deal of money.

Even if you gave them all this property,
it wouldn't square the debt.

I don't believe it.

You mean you don't want to believe it.

They had faith in Ben,
that's why they stuck by him.

I had faith in him too.
I married him, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

But apparently for your
own selfish reasons.

I'll never forgive you for that.

"Never".

Cassidy trails that girl
every move she makes.

She's getting leery on your setup.

- What will you take to dispose of Cassidy?
- How?

Pick a fight with him

and shoot it out.

Look what happened to Slade.

It's worth $1,000 to you.

Money's no good if you
don't live to spend it.

You're not so bad with a gun.

Why don't you try it yourself?

Let's get back to town.

Came on, giddy up!

Going hunting, Mr. Fenwick?

- Well I thought...
- You thought what?

I thought I was shooting at a deer.

Keefer's declared open season on me?

Oh, no, Mr. Cassidy.

You two must have a bigger stake
in the Jordan property than I had thought.

- You wouldn't shoot me.
- Why not?

Oh, please.

Please, Mr. Cass...!

In case you ever get murder minded again,
remember I let you live.

When you leave your heart?

Friends will never seem so true
whenever you may roam.

When you leave

that place your heart calls home.

Others scenes may beckon
and other birds may sing.

But you'll find, I reckon that they

don't mean a thing.

Watching won't bring Jimmy
any faster, Hoppy.

I know it, California.
But he should have been here by now.

Yeah, he should have been.

When you leave that place
your heart calls home.

Others scenes may beckon
and other birds may sing.

But you'll find I reckon that they don't

mean a thing.

Even though you are in a crowd
you'll feel all alone

when you leave that place
your heart calls home.

Mr. Fenway, I must have
an extension on our contract.

I can't get those ties

out on time.

It's not too bad.

That crew you gave me is
deliberately slowing down work.

Taggart wouldn't do a thing like that.

Give me more time or a new crew.

Supposedly compromised.

Under the circumstances,
you couldn't get much for your land.

But I'll buy your timber rights.

I won't sell.

You better read your contract.

There's a forfeiture clause in there
that you'd find rather expensive.

If you don't deliver,
you'll lose everything.

You cheats.

There she goes, straight to Cassidy.

I don't think so.

- She has too much pride for that.
- That's the case we're sitting pretty.

Hoppy! Hoppy, where are you?

What are you bellowing about?

California, you gotta help me!

Yeah, I knew you'd get into trouble making
eyes at that city slicker.

She's the cause of it all!

- Get away from me you false and fickle female.
- It's Julie!

- What's she done now?
- Oh, it's the contract!

She's just at her wits end.

- She's even making threats.
- Where is she?

She's gone to the lumber camp.

Mrs. Williams, will you take care of her?
Abby, please!

Now, you'll probably
get Hoppy killed too.

- I feel faint.
- Faint?

Catch me, California!

Why don't you do something, California?

Well, what do you do when a lady faints?

Put her feet higher than
her head and get a drink of water.

Well, I'll get the water,
but let her raise her own feet.

I'll get her a drink.

I'm the one that fainted.

Too bad another wheel buckled like that.

Well, we can't do any more work
here until we get a new one.

Might as well call it a day, boys.

- I've been trying to catch you with this.
- Oh, no.

All right, if you're going to act like a man,
I'll treat you like one.

Tie him up!

Hey, California!

Julie, get on my horse!

Julie, these are all IOUs
given to these people by the Jordans

over a number of years.

I know Ben would have been able
to pay them off, but I guess I failed.

You still have a chance.

We're all lumberjacks and good ones, too.

We can do the work if you let us.

Tell me what to do, Hoppy.

I like to discharge Tag and his crew
and organize a new one.

- If you'll give me the order.
- You have it.

Good.

Boys, I want you all to meet here
the first thing in the morning.

We tip the tops and roll the box along.

In this fight.

You want far work to do.

We do it well and do it with a song.

We are the same gang

We are on the side of the right,
the right to be free.

When timberwolves are on the prowl
and coyotes start to bay,

we the loggers begin to howl
and chase the skunks away.

Don't start anything to find
out what this is all about.

What's the meaning of this?
What are you doing here?

I'm the new foreman and I'm taking over.

Who said so?

Mrs. Jordan, your ex boss.

Mrs. Jordan, uh.

Well, I guess that lets me out.

Say, there's no need
of my men being out of work.

- If you're shorthanded.
- Take your men and get out of here.

You're trespassing.

This is private property.

All right, Cassidy, you win this time.
But I'm coming back.

And then we'll see who's trespassing.

Make it easy, man.

We're going to town
and investigate these new orders.

All right, boys, let's get back to work.

Timber!

I don't know how they've
done such a short time.

It looks like they're going
to make that deadline.

Then we better do something
about it and do it quick.

Well, if you give me a free hand,
I think I know how to stop them.

All right, Tag, it's up to you now.

Well, they sure did a lot of damage.

Sure have.

We can't let Julie down now.

Besides, I still think
we have time to make it.

Joe, let's get those logs off
the hill over on the other side.

Right.

Some of you boys get the teams hooked up.

All right.
The rest of us let's get to work.

Well, Hoppy.
We got them all piled up.

Good work, Joe.

- Now what?
- Have a couple of boys cut them loose.

Right.

There they go!

All right, let's go!

It's a fine thing.

And you're the one who knew how stop them.

Well, I've done everything I can think of.
I don't know how they're sticking it out.

There's only one thing to do now,
go in there and clean them up.

Timber!

All right. Let them have it.

All right. Come on.

Taggart and his men are heading this way!

Get those horses
and tell the men to take cover!

Take cover, boys!

Hold it.

Let them get a little closer.

Look.

It's dad!

- Hello, Julie!
- Hello, dad!

I'm glad you brought the boys with you.

Why?

Sounds like Hoppy's in trouble.

- Where?
- Down by the logging.

We better get over there, then!

Come on!

Doggone!

I don't like the looks of things.

I'll be ruined.

They could even indict me
if those contracts in your safe are found!

Quit your bleating.

What are you going to do?

Get this stopped once and for all.

Jimmy, go after that backboard!

- Jimmy, see that man before Buck?
- Yes.

That's the man who killed Julie's husband!

Take it easy! Shooting's so good for him.

Come on, get up on your feet.

Remember, before the hanging, you're
legally entitled to a chicken dinner!

Come on.
You've got to get Buck!

Get up!

All right, don't shoot.

These papers belong to Fenwick.

I'm turning them over to you.

Thanks, Hoppy.

You know they're fullest complainant
about not having clean linens in jail.

Here the trust deeds made out to each of you

for your homes and sharing
the Jordan timberlands.

Thank you so much, Miss Julie.

And this new contract for the railroads

for ties and rideaways needs only
your signatures to make it binding.

Everything we work for all our lives.

We owe it all to you, Mrs. Jordan.

No, you don't, you owe it to Hoppy.

- Thank you.
- Bye bye, Hoppy!