Original subtitles

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 ♪

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