All language subtitles for S3E19 - Absent Without Leave ENGLISH

And now, "Colt .45"

A Warner Bros. television production.

Colt !

Take care of the horses.

I'll tell the mess sergeant
to get up some chow.

I'll take you into Col. Williams
in just a minute, sir.

There's no rush, corporal.

Why don't you lay off that stuff.

When I want your advice
I'll ask for it.

Well, I was only trying to be
friendly, sergeant.

Don't call me sergeant.

The name's Blanton.

Well, I suppose it's no
good... to tell you I'm sorry.

Only riles you the more.

Riles me ?

What do you know about it ?

Fifteen years in this man's army.

Fifteen years it took me
to get these stripes.

The old man rips 'em off
in 15 seconds.

You're not the first man
to get busted, Blanton.

There's no reason you can't work
those stripe back in your arm.

There ain't ?

How about Colonel Williams ?

Big, high sounding Williams ?

Quiet down, Blanton.

I just bought a scouting party
in and they need food.

I'd lay off that bottle.

It's that cheap whiskey
that got you into this mess.

Williams caused me
more than my stripes

he caused me my woman.

And before I'm finished
it's gonna cost him.

Chris, I'm glad you could come.

Your letter worried me, Ben.
I hope I'm in time.

I never thought I'd have
to say this about my own son.

He's afraid, he's deserted.

I don't believe that.

It's true, Chris.

The Sioux were moving in.

I'm constantly getting news
of new war parties.

There's gonna be trouble.

And I'm afraid
Charles couldn't stomach it.

I still don't believe it.

Maybe it's something else.

Of course, he says
it's something else.

He has no quarrel
with the Indians

they've been mistreated.

He wants to carry on
with his art.

These dobs.

My son..

...weaned in the army

raised in the cavalry

and he wants to paint.

'Well, I've heard
of worse ambitions.'

And I've seen worse paintings.

I've taken care of Charles
ever since his mother died.

His place is at
the head of a cavalry column.

You're pretty good at the head
of a cavalry column, Ben.

Maybe he isn't.

I don't know what he isn't.

I only know he is a coward.

And I'm sorry.

I don't know, maybe if
you'd been able to talk to him.

You were his idol at the academy.

Maybe I still can.

I don't think so.

That detail that rode
into the fort when you did

they were presumable scouting
the main Sioux war party

actually they were
looking for Charles.

And Green is one of my best men.

No, Chris, he's hundreds of
miles away from here by now.

Where did Charles
find his subjects ?

Oh, around. In the hills.

In Redwing
at the bottom of the pass.

Did he leave his paints here ?

No.

You have things to do, sir.

Meanwhile, I'll take a look
around the fort.

Corporal..

...who's the Watty that was in
with Colonel Williams ?

His name's Colt.

He's a captain.

A captain ? In those clothes.

Hey, wait a minute.

Is that the one Lt. Williams
kept bragging on

is he here about the lieutenant ?

What're you talking about ?

Oh, corporal, don't pretend

you've been out for four days
scouting Indians.

When is the old man gonna put
his kid on a deserter list ?

If you want to ever get your
stripes back, Blanton

I'll advice you to stay out
of the colonel's affairs.

Corporal, I know what I want.

And it ain't stripes.

Well, now I've got something, but

but I don't know
quite what to make of it.

What's that, corporal ?

Well, did you notice the soldier
at the mess hall

when you come out
of the colonel's office ?

Well.

He's a mess sergeant
named Greg Blanton.

That is he was a sergeant

until he took after a man
in a bar with a broken bottle

and likely killed him.

Well, the colonel busted him.

And ?

Well, what I can't figure

Blanton's set on getting even
with the colonel

and I figured that Lt. William's
disappearance

is tied in someway.

Look, another thing, you know,
I'm not blowing me own horn

but I'm a good tracker.

And I couldn't pick up
the lieutenants trail

at any point of the compass.

Meaning it's possible he couldn't

have gone too far after all.

Yes, sir.

Have you suggested this
to the colonel ?

No, sir, I, I thought

maybe the lieutenant
was trying to prove something.

Anyways, Blanton guessed that's
why you're here.

And he just now
rode off toward Redwing.

You of Chief Grey Head's tribe ?

I'm from the army
man of many paints.

- How is our brother ?
- He's in big trouble.

Is this why we did not see him
for four suns ?

And you ain't
never gonna see him.

If an army man in ranger clothes
gets too him.

- He will kill our brother ?
- Worse.

He'll put him in prison.

How do we tell this army man ?

He's a big man.

Wears a grey hat, brown coat

two gun holsters
and rides a bay horse.

He's be scouting around,
out of the army encampment.

I would taste the blood of a man
who tried to harm our brother.

You take the river road.

I'll take the south trail.

And now, back to "Colt .45."

Sorry.

I beg your pardon, captain.

- You're Blanton, aren't you ?
- Yes, sir.

Not navigating too well.

I'm off duty.

Last time you got like this,
well, you scarred a man up

pretty badly
with a broken bottle.

Well, it was him or me, sir.

And ain't nobody
can prove different.

Maybe next time they will.

Maybe there won't be a next time.

Begging your pardon, sir.

You and me's got to have an
understanding, Mary.

You keep your hands to yourself.

A real persnickety ain't we.

For someone that half Injun,
half English and none American.

That's enough.

Well, look, mister,
I want to buy her a drink

my money's as good
as the next mans.

Nobody said it wasn't.

Throw your money away
if you want to

but the lady said
to keep your hands off.

Well, I ain't looking
for no trouble.

Neither am |I.

Thanks, mister.

My name is Captain Chris Colt.

I'm glad you happened along.

I just didn't happen,
I was looking for you.

You're army
and you're looking for me ?

- Why ?
- I think you know.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

I thanked you for sparing me
an embarrassment.

Now, if there's anything else
you want

Please limit it
to musical request.

You're a singer ?

Yes.

As well as a model.

No, I'm not a model.

I'm an entertainer.

Do you know a
Lieutenant Charles Williams ?

Slightly. I haven't seen him
in a long time.

Slightly ?

A dancer and singer knows
a lot of men slightly, captain.

Particularly if she's a
half-breed.

You sound bitter.

- If you'll excuse me...
- You're name's Mary.

You don't look
like a dancehall girl.

But I am.

Well, a dancehall girl
would have had

that miners money within an hour.

Well, let's say I need to stake
to take me back to St. Louis.

My father took me there
after my mother died.

It's where I was raised.

Small world.

A good friend of mine
was stationed at a fort

outside of St. Louis.

Till his outfit moved here.

Lieutenant Charles Williams.

It is a small world.

I was looking
in his paintings this morning.

Some are of you.

If you know where he is, Mary

you'd do me a great favor
by telling me.

I don't know where he is.

Now, please leave me alone.

What did the captain want ?

I thought I told
you to stay out of this.

I'm just trying to help
the young lieutenant.

Does the captain suspect
he's in town ?

You keep clear of Charles.

He's in enough trouble as it is.

Well, that's for him to say.

He can't get out of town wearing
that army uniform, you know.

This man bothering you ?

I can take care of myself.

Better get back to camp, Blanton.

I was no trouble, captain.

Just passing the time of night.

You're just finished.

Trouble has a way of piling up,
Mary

this is just the beginning.

You better tell me
where I can find Charles.

I can't, captain.

I just can't.

- Who is it ?
- 'It's Mary.'

You've got to go back, Charles.

What're you talking about ?

You're the one
who wanted us to be together.

But not this way.

Hiding and watching ever shadow.

No.

I don't blame you
for being on edge.

It'll be different
as soon as we get out of town.

Mary.

I love you.

I love you too.

But, Charles, we've got to talk.

I thought all the talking was
over when we got married.

That was wrong too.

No, darling,
I don't mean our marriage.

I mean the way we did it.

Running off to Cheyenne and not
evening telling your father.

Well, he wouldn't be interested.

He's only interested
in killing Indians

he wouldn't welcome one
to the family.

Anyway, will yo leave my father
out of this.

We never did see eye to eye and
that's the way it'll always be.

Mary.

I've got something inside me

I've something that I want
to put down on canvas.

I've got these pictures
they're crowding my mind.

And he laughs at that.

My father laughs at that.

Oh, Charles.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe things will be different
when we leave Redwing.

- Who is it ?
- 'It's me, Blanton.'

You know, I
don't think she like me.

Well, she doesn't like any part
of this. Can't blame her.

- These the clothes ?
- Yeah, and I'll have the rig.

How's my father taking it.

Oh, him, he ain't turned a hair.

You know, he's a cold one,
alright.

- Hard and cold.
- Yeah, I guess he is.

You know, Mary doesn't like
the idea of my running away.

Oh, well, woman are worriers.
Now, don't you listen to her.

You just keep thinking about
them grand plans of yours.

- I'm going through with them.
- That's a ticket.

There's one thing
that worries me.

Well, you just tell old Blanton,
lieutenant, and he'll fix it.

Now, when I put on these
civilian clothes

that's gonna make me
a sitting duck for anyone

that wants to make it
open season on deserters.

You know, lieutenant,
there must be 20-30 men

disappear every year
from frontier duty.

Never heard of one being shot.

Well... I don't know
how to thank you, Blanton.

Oh, oh, it's my pleasure.
Yes, sir. Here you go.

I'd like to talk to Charles.

His mind's made up, captain.

He's in your room, isn't he ?

Yes, he's in there.

He's been there for four days
trying to think of a way out.

There is no way out.
Not really.

He may spend some time
in the guard house

but he can still go back.

Can you make him do that ?

Let's put it this way.

If the army picks him up he'll be

court-martialed for desertion.

I'd rather see him go back
voluntarily.

His being in my room..

...| know what you think,
but it isn't that at all.

I didn't bring it up.

We're married, captain.

We were married in Cheyenne.

Can I go talk to him now ?

You know where to find him.

I'd like to be invited.

Alright, captain.

- Who is it ?
- 'It's Mary.'

Chris, what a pleasure.

No it isn't, is it ?

Are you taking me in ?

I would if you were
any other soldier.

Well, a deserter
is hardly a soldier.

You've thought about your father ?

He couldn't care less.

I don't believe that,
I don't think you do either.

All I know is, I'm up to here
with the army.

And with your father ?

I've tried for a long time
to be like him.

That's all he ever
wanted me to be.

But you can't live
another man's life.

You can't spend your life
running away.

Why should we senselessly
war with the Indians

when they could be bargained
with by intelligent men.

- Like you, Charles ?
- Like me.

I've spent time with them.
And I understand them.

They're friendly if they're
given half the chance.

Friendly ?

I was ambushed by one of them.

Had to half kill him.

Well, if you were intact, I'm
sure there was a good reason.

I can learn what it was
within a half an hour.

You could be more than that,
you could be a peacemaker.

You could be, Charles.

The Indians have no respect for
a man they think is a coward.

That's what your father thinks.

If you desert that's what
the Indians will think.

He's right, Charles.

It is what they'll think.

I'm not gonna listen anymore.

Alright, don't.

But when you go, you go alone.

I mean it.

Well, the rig's downstairs.

- You can leave anytime.
- Mary's not going.

So she ain't going.
You'd make better time alone.

I thought I wanted something,
but now I'm not sure.

Oh, lieutenant, I stuck my neck
a way out for you

you can't back out now.

What about your paintings

and all the things
you planned to do ?

In a year
I can ask for discharge.

Oh, sure you can.

And you know how you'll spend it ?

Double time and full pack.

Your old man will make you
sweat out every minute of it.

Well, I have it coming.

Look, there's something else
you got coming.

You try to go back
and I'll take care of you.

What's the matter with you,
Blanton ?

Oh, you said it yourself,
lieutenant, remember

in these clothes
you're a sitting duck.

I can shoot you down
and they'd only thank me.

Well, you'll run.

You'll run 'cause you ain't got
the stomach to do anything else.

And now, back to "Colt .45."

He wouldn't listen to you
and he wouldn't listen to me.

But he did listen to Blanton.

Well, I'm glad
you didn't go with him.

I couldn't.

What's the answer, captain ?

He's making his own decisions.

Look like he made it
the hard way.

But why would he listen to
Blanton ?

Blanton's been telling him
what he wants to hear.

We haven't.

What will they do to him when
they find him ?

It'll go hard for him.

But much harder with his father.

His father's the one
that drove him to it.

Colonel is a tough man.

He may have made mistakes
with his son

but they were honest mistakes.

If Charles had a little
understanding

things might have been different.

Give me a drink.

Well, he's gone, captain,
running like a scolded dog.

This is gonna cost you, Blanton.

It's gonna cost me what,
my stripes ? They're gone.

Fifteen years of my life in his
army and they ripped 'em off.

Yeah, cost me my girl too.

And it's gonna cost
Colonel Williams a son.

You deserved every bit of it
and more.

Now, get out of here.

Not till I've had my say.

Now, listen to me.

Just be quiet and listen to me.

Right now Colonel Ben Williams
son is running

yeah he couldn't stand the gaff.

But Blanton can stand it.

You mark me, captain.

When things get too rough
for everybody else

it's just right for me.
Blanton, me.

You're drunk
and you're wrong, Blanton.

The reason you lost those stripes

you're not fit to wear 'em.

Been looking down
the neck of a bottle ever since.

I got even.

No matter what they do to me,
captain

I got even
with... Colonel Williams.

Like the captain said, Blanton,
you're wrong.

I'm gonna cut you in half, kid.

Gimme that bottle, Blanton.

You're gonna have to come
and take it, captain.

Get this man out of here,
soldier.

Sorry for all the trouble, Chris.

And thank you, Captain Colt.

Don't thank me. You're the one
that changed his mind.

I'm sure the colonel
will be proud of you.

Both of you.

♪ There was a gun
that won the west ♪

♪ There was a man
among the best ♪

♪ The fastest gun or man alive ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when
he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ He carried the message
of law and of order ♪

♪ Into a wicked land ♪

♪ With a Colt single action
army revolver ♪

♪ Blazing from either hand ♪

♪ There was the right,
there was the wrong ♪

♪ The gun was quick,
the man was strong ♪

♪ And peace was made
when they'd arrived ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when
he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪