Original subtitles

Come on.

[Woman] Come out of there.

Mrs. McLennan?

You heard me. Come out of there.

Stop right there.

Mrs. McLennan, i-- quiet.

You go back and tell Mr. John Chisum

that there's only two ways he can get that I.O.U.

He can pay me or he can kill me.

My name is Rob Hunter.

Hunter?

Colonel Rob Hunter?

That's right.

You could make it plain "Mr."

I'm sorry.

I, uh...

I promised your husband I'd return this.

I'm sorry it's taken so long.

It's the only thing I ever knitted.

Very beautiful work.

You could make some more of them. Sell them.

Oh, no, it takes too long.

I tried to teach some of the ladies here to knit,

but I told them, don't ever try to knit a scarf,

unless you love your man enough

to really worry about his catching a cold.

The way you loved Paul?

Yes.

But that's all in the past now.

Except for what I'd promised your husband before he died.

I said, I'd do what I could to help you in your troubles

with a man he called "the King of the Pecos."

John Chisum.

Nobody can do anything about John Chisum.

He bought our cattle with an I.O.U.,

and I've been trying to collect ever since.

He sent his brother out here last week,

to offer five cents on the dollar,

take it or leave it.

I take it you said no.

I ran Pittser Chisum off the ranch.

That's why I fired at you. I thought it was him

sneaking back to steal the I.O.U.

I'm heading up to the New Mexico territory in the morning,

to buy some cattle from Chisum.

I'll talk to him about it.

Well it won't do any good. You don't know John Chisum.

Well, if it'll do me some good.

Give me an excuse to come see you again.

That's my brother John.

The one that looks like he ain't got a dollar to his name.

He looks kind of busy. For money,

he'd drop whatever he's doing.

Come on, we'll join him.

And while I was still away in the army hospital,

you talked my wife into taking your notes for our cattle.

Now, you're gonna pay me, or--

or what? I owe you money in Texas.

This is New Mexico territory. Texas law don't hold up here.

I'm paying you to do a foreman's job!

It's about time you start earning your wages.

Where's the rest of the herd for the army?

On its way, Brother John.

Who's he?

If you want a job, you talk to me and not him,

he's my Brother, but the "Jingle-Bob" spread is mine, all mine.

He wants to buy some cattle.

[Chuckles] Well, now.

Welcome to the Jingle-Bob.

Name's Rob Hunter.

Hunter and Evans from Abilene? That's right.

You've sure come a long way,

but you've come to the right place.

Afraid not.

I need better stock than that.

Oh, well, them-- they're for the army

to feed the Injuns on the reservation.

No use wasting good beef on Apaches.

You wanna see some real high-grade stock?

You just wait till we get out on the range.

Get us a couple of fresh horses.

Get us some horses!

Now, Mr. Hunter, what do you say?

Well, they look a little better.

A little? Why, man, those heifers will run a thousand pounds.

You afraid admitting they're top-grade

might raise the price?

Do you overlay stock before you buy?

I like a man that's careful with his money.

We'll get along just fine.

You just take another look around.

Let me know how many you need.

Maybe we can make a deal.

Well, that depends on the price.

$15 a head.

$10 a head for five thousand.

Aw, come on, now, Mr. Hunter.

That ain't $10-stock, and you know it.

$11 for six thousand.

[Grumbles] $11 for six thousand.

$13 for eight thousand. Sold.

I told you we'd get along just fine.

My money's in the bank over in Pecos, on the Texas side.

Meet me there.

Mr. Hunter, I just ain't got time to go to Texas.

There's some new French girls at the Longhorn Saloon in Pecos.

We could see them after we settle our business at the bank.

We've got a real nice bank right here in the territory.

Hmm.

Can't talk you into going to Texas?

Can't nobody talk me into Texas.

You just get your cattle drivers up here.

Soon as I see them, I'll round up your stock.

[Horse gallops]

Well, you can score one for the king of the Pecos.

Lawyer Watson says you can collect on that I.O.U.,

if you can catch John Chisum in Texas,

but he wouldn't take my bait and cross the state line.

Not even for a hundred and some odd thousand dollars

in cold cash from me,

for cattle that was worth half that, or less.

Well, thank you for trying anyway.

But, like I told you, nobody gets the best of John Chisum.

Oh, now we're entitled to one more try,

I'll see Watson again.

Maybe, between us, we can figure something out.

Oh, please be careful.

Half of Chisum's men are hired gun-slingers.

I need a good friend...

More than I need the money that Chisum owes me.

I mean to work it so you can have both.

You realize, Colonel Hunter,

this list does not cover all the people

John Chisum cheated and dared them to do anything about it.

A lot of them are too scared to even file a claim.

Those who have are afraid to push him any further.

Hmm.

It might be different if they were organized,

they had their war, and they lost it.

They don't want anymore.

Well, thanks to you I'll be able to talk to some of them anyway.

[Horse approaching]

You might start with him.

Now, who's he?

Before he joined the army,

Fred Nelson was on his way to becoming

the biggest cattle-rancher in this part of Texas.

Now, John Chisum has his cattle,

and he has a fistful of I.O.U.'S.

Sounds like a good man to start building on.

I wish you luck.

[Indistinct chatter]

Mr. Nelson?

Lawyer Watson suggested I talk to you.

My name's Hunter.

[Nelson] Yeah, I know.

Mrs. Mclennan told me about you.

A lonely widow may be easy to make a fool out of,

but you don't fool me.

You or your friend, John Chisum.

I saw you with him out in the territory.

Whiskey.

And one for Mr. Nelson.

Save your money, Mister.

Oh, I mean Colonel.

I'll bet you never saw a real Colonel,

and you may as well know I warned Mrs. McLennan

you're up to some kind of scheme

to get John Chisum's I.O.U.'S from her.

Now, you get out of here.

Get out of here before we run you out.

There are a few things you don't know.

I know all I need to know about you, Mister.

Well, for one thing, I'm no friend of John Chisum.

You hear that, Jeb?

Said he's no friend of Chisum's.

But he come all the way down here from Kansas

to buy our cattle from Chisum.

Once they get the cattle out of the country,

we get nothing. Nothing!

You can go ahead and buy your cattle from Chisum.

Mr. Nelson, I buy cattle where there's cattle to be bought.

Now, if you people don't have the guts to get back from Chisum

what he stole from you so I can buy it from you,

that's your hard luck, not mine.

[Sighs]

Think that over.

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Inaudible dialogue]

[Inaudible dialogue]

They're in the same boat you are, Kathy,

but you're not whipped, they are.

Not one of them will make a move until Fred Nelson puts his "okay" on me.

You're the only one who can get him to do that,

unless you think he's right,

that I'm one of John Chisum's hired hands.

I know what you are and who you are.

Then talk to Nelson while I'm over in the territory,

working on the King of the Pecos.

Well, what can I say to him?

Tell him I have a plan, a plan I think will work.

Just go on trusting me, Kathy.

Pray that Chisum does too.

For a while longer.

John, you've got to give me that money.

I don't give you anything.

You're my brother!

That ain't my fault.

John, if I don't pay what I lost in that poker game,

they're gonna kill me.

You've been born to get yourself killed.

That's what happens to cheap thieves, like you.

Thief? Now, look who's calling who a "thief"!

You robbed them ranches blind--

I did not rob 'em!

I outsmarted them.

Now, use this!

All you know how to use is that.

All right, go ahead.

Go on, use it. Go out and rob a bank.

Hold up a stage at your speed.

You'll make a mess of that too.

When you do, don't come running back to me.

[Knocking]

Well, now. I wondered if you was coming back.

Said I would.

Yeah. Coffee smells good.

Get him a cup.

Move!

I decided that I need another four thousand head.

Same price, $13.

Right.

Adds up to 12,000 head.

That's...$156,000.

Are you able to handle that much?

I pay you for what I get.

Thank you.

Oh, one other thing.

I don't favor driving that herd through Indian country.

How about cash and delivery in Texas?

No deal.

I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll drive them one mile this side to Texas state line.

[Chuckles]

You're a hard man to shave, John Chisum.

All right. One mile to the other side of the line.

I pay you there.

I hear you've been sweetening up to Paul McLennan's widow.

Not much you miss. Nope.

Did she tell you about our business deal?

She said you paid her for her cattle with paper.

Still buying from me?

I never mix pleasure with business.

You are my kind, ain't you?

[Laughs]

I'll take that.

Why, Pittser, and what's the kerchief for?

Never mind. Just hand it over.

All right.

Here!

Go on, Pittser. Reach for your courage.

I knew you were highbinder, I just found out you're a fool.

Hold on, now, that's one thing I ain't. Oh, no?

You were due to get all paid fair, square, and legal,

for something that cost you nothing but I.O.U.'S,

but you couldn't wait!

You had to send him after me, to jump me.

I never sent him out to do nothing.

You expect me to believe that?

Well, look, man, would I be rounding up your cattle for the drive,

if I didn't intend to keep up my part of our deal?

I've bought him out of a dozen jails,

but when he tries to rob a friend of mine--

a friend like me?

I keep telling you, we are two of a kind.

Except I pay cash.

Well, that's where I'm ahead of you.

Yeah, up to now, all right.

I'll take your word about your brother.

I'll have to raise the ante on our deal.

Can you deliver 2,000 more head?

Well, that'd just about clean me out.

Oh, you know where to get more cattle,

cheap. Same price, $13?

Sold. Um...

You know, you pay me now, there won't be any risks

somebody else might try to rob you.

I'll take that risk.

Whoa.

Where will I meet you in the herd?

At the line shack in...

One mile this side of Texas.

One mile this side of Texas.

[Groans]

Is this all?

What more do you want?

A man that fought right beside the real Colonel,

died beside him?

It's trying to tell you the truth,

but you'd call a dead man a liar.

I rode 100 miles over and back,

just to get those letters from Sam Mitchell's widow.

Jeb remembered about Colonel Hunter. That's right, ma'am.

You see, Sam was with me in hood's Texas brigade,

before he joined up with Hunter's Cavalry Troop.

This is one of the letters that Sam wrote to his wife.

Right in there he tells that Colonel Hunter had black hair,

which this friend of yours don't have.

If he ain't Colonel Hunter, then he's a liar all the way.

We'll go ask him.

Unless you're afraid to call him a liar to his face.

Afraid of him?

I'll make him crawl.

And then I'll kill him.

I told you to get out.

John, I can't.

From the minute I ride into that town,

them gamblers are gonna kill me.

Good, I'd do it myself, but the bullets cost money.

John, I'm your brother.

John, all that money you're gonna get from Hunter,

well, all I need to save my life--

All right, get 'em up. Where is he?

Where's who?

You know who.

Search that cabinet.

You mean Colonel Hunter?

I mean the lying cheat

you've got doing your dirty work for you.

Now where is he?

Right behind you.

What are you doing here?

I read a letter from a man who served with Colonel Hunter.

He said Colonel Hunter had black hair.

So you decided not to trust me any longer?

I didn't say that.

I told you I never mix pleasure with business.

That's something women never learn.

Just for the record, Mrs. McLennan.

It turned white in Andersonville prison.

You're not gonna swallow that.

She doesn't have to swallow anything.

Now, take the lady with you, back to Texas.

Back to Texas?

Yeah, maybe I'll see you there.

And, on the way, tell my drivers to get those cattle moving.

Jeb. You heard him.

Let's move out.

By golly, you sure know how to handle women.

All it takes is a little practice.

[Man] Yah! There they go.

That's right, Pittser.

There they go. 14,000 head of cattle at $13 a head--

that's $182,000.

Mm-hmm.

That's just about what you owe those ranchers over in Texas,

including interest at six percent.

There. You recognize them?

They're your I.O.U.'S.

The ones you gave those widows and veterans and orphans.

Shut up and get out there and stop them drivers!

You'll never stop them cattle.

Not this side of the Texas line.

It would take the whole of General Lee's army.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

These ain't worth a nickel here. They're only good in Texas.

That's right. You better get over to Texas,

and tell the Texas judge the cheater was finally cheated,

and the biter was finally bit.

[Yells]

Pittser, kill him.

Don't you remember, John? Bullets cost money.

[Cackles]

All right! All right.

[Chuckles] We're two of a kind.

Somebody wins, somebody has to lose.

You win this time,

but I'll win next time.

Why, Mr. Nelson, you're not going to market dressed like that.

No, ma'am, I'm taking the train to Dallas out here.

They got a Doctor down there that can fix legs like mine.

Now that I'm able to pay for it, thanks to you Colonel. Good luck, Fred.

By the way, if you need some cattle next year, come see me.

Next year, I might not have the money to do any buying.

Well, come on by anyhow, I'll trust you for it.

Thank you kindly. [Clicks tongue]

Well, where do you think you're going?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

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