All language subtitles for S06E05 - Johnny Moon

[ theme music playing ]

[ gunshot ]

[ chuckles ]

And that's that.

Well, what about
if he ain't dead?

He soon will be.

You want me
to make sure?No.

Give him a chance
to think while he's
bleeding to death.

Let him watch the buzzards
come down looking
at him and waiting.

Too bad he won't bring
any wolves around.

Come on, boys.

Now we can take
our own sweet time.

[ groans ]

[ panting ]

You...

ain't...

[ British accent ]
You ain't him.

Get you a doctor,
and you might make it.

What do you mean, "might"?

Direct-hit cannonball
might kill Johnny Moon.

Not far, but you got
a rough ride ahead.

Rough, my foot.

Hey, my horses.
I can't leave my horses.

Mine knows every
chuckhole and rock.
I'll ride yours in.

Mitts off my pack.

Nobody touches my pack.
Nobody, do you hear?

Never--never stop!

You can't--can't kill me!

[ moans ]

Found it.

Get that cloth
between his teeth.

Hold him down.

Here we go.

All right, you're
at Shiloh Ranch.

We found a bullet
and we're getting it out.

[ Johnny groaning ]

Bite hard and hold on.
Hold on!

[ moaning ]

There.

Can't kill me! Can't!

I'm beginning to believe that.

Another heathen converted.

[ moans ]

Jimmy, can I see you
for a minute?

Elizabeth, keep compresses on
against the bleeding.

[ moans ]

Hello, love.

No talking now.

Right. Right.

Save my strength, huh?

I don't have to tell
either one of you

what a wound like that can do
to a man's whole system.

Then it doesn't
look good.

Still, he's young.

Getting to that slug
was like going through steel.

You know who he is,
where he's from?

Not yet.
Sounds English, though.

You heard him--
"Can't kill me."

If he has an ace
in his hand, that's it--

the will to live.

Unless he was out
of his head, all that
talk about murderers--

ELIZABETH: Johnny, stop it!
Stop it!

JOHNNY: Spotted Pony!

[ grunting ]

[ yelling ]

Slaughter--slaughter--

Slaughterhouse!

[ yelling ]

Stacey, get something
to tie him down with.

[ yells ]

Underestimated my strength,
didn't you, mate?

For a man who might not
make it through the night--

You yap about dying.

When you was a tyke...

you never thought maybe
there was something special,

something in your blood,

so that you wouldn't
never die?

I suppose you've
got it, huh?

Well, maybe not, mate.

But if I ain't,
I'll have a go at it.

Ha.

Ropes, eh?

And enough blokes
to fill Piccadilly Circus.

How's a bloke to get
some rest around here?

This'll help--That ain't Scotch whisky
there, mate, forget it.

I think we might have
some of that.

Yeah? Please.

Patients ain't
the only boozers, eh?

Mm.

Oh.

[ sighs ]

I don't feel so good
all of a sudden.

Sleep.

Let Mrs. Moon's little boy
get some sleep.

I tried to be as easy
with him as I could.

His heart's beating
like a sledgehammer.

All right,
Mrs. Moon's little boy,
have your sleep.

Tomorrow we'll try
to find out who you are.

Oh, no.
Have I got to?

Six more.
You want to be
strong, don't you?

Old mum all over again.

Old mum sat up
with you all night.

Did she now?

You know, Liz girl,

if you weren't feeding me
this glue, I could love you.

Where you from, Johnny?

Old mum--high priestess
of witchcraft, she was.

Towel around your neck
for warts,

tossing salt over her shoulder
like a blizzard.

And tea--she didn't
drink tea for the tea.

It was so she could
read the leaves after
she got done with it.

I say London.
Am I right?

Right as the mail, mate.

♪ In London town
where I was born ♪

♪ There was a fair maid

No? Well, so much
for my musical career.

Yes, sir,
Cockney born and bred.

You know what a real
Cockney is, don't you?

You gotta be born within
hearing of the Bow Bells
in the East End.

And could you hear them?Hear 'em?

Sometimes they'd bong,

cups would jump
off their saucers
and my dad's teeth fell out.

What brings you
out this way?

Well, first of all,
I gotta tell you

how it was for me
and my mates over there.

Schooling's hard to come by.

Well, when you're
reading books, you're not
bringing in no wages, see.

So it's the factory
or the mill, 6:00 to 6:00.

Don't get me wrong, mate.

I love London, I do,

but, you know,
out here I got a chance
to change my life.

Someone almost
ended it for you.

Oh. Oh, that, yeah.

You got any idea
who it was that shot you?

If you don't mind, guv,
it's a private matter.

Hey, look at that!

What?

[ bird cawing ]

You don't see the bird?

It's just a crow.

Huh.

Well, just a crow.

Fly away, my black beauty,
before they get you, love!
Go on!

You know what some
people do, don't you?Shoot 'em?

Oh, no. That's natural.

"Four-and-twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie."

No, I mean about crows
being so smart.

Come along--
come along with a razor,

and...slit their tongues.

Do you know why?

So as to make 'em able
to talk better,

like human beings.

You know, like we're
the grandest things ever
walked on God's green earth.

You don't think much
of people.

Some.

Some I love with all my heart.

Others...

Well, now...

Wouldn't I like to take
a nice sharp razor,

slit some tongues...

see what sounds
would come out.

Is he mine, Joe?

Take him.

That's a bull's-eye, Sammyjay.
Never knew what hit him.

Hey, I learned all I know
from you, Joe.

Hey, too bad we ain't
got no strychnine.

That bullet hole.So what?

Put a patch on it,
brush it over--
who'll know the difference?

I'm asking you,
who's gonna be able to spot

one little old
measly bullet hole

in over 500 hides?

[ laughing ]

So my mate Nipper Ross says,
"I'll stand you a drink."

And I says, "Listen,
Nipper, love, you will
stand me two drinks.

And I know you've been
robbing the church boxes."

[ laughter ]

This Nipper Ross never had
much money, did he?

JOHNNY: 16 in the family.16?!

Not including the dog.
Weighed nine stone,
that dog did.

He used to walk
two feet in the curb
and two in the gutter.

Just too stupid to get
all four on the same level.

Would you believe that?

[ laughter ]

Oh, not much money,
you ask.

Well, I'm here
to tell you

that they were
so hungry in that house,

his mum used to have to
have to count the kids
after every meal.

[ laughter ]

So, you're all dying to know
about Nipper Ross, are you?

Yes, tell us what happened.

Oh, well, better not, eh?
Mixed company.

THE VIRGINIAN:
Oh, you can always put
your fingers in your ears.

Or you can, uh,
wait outside.

Oh, no, it ain't that bad.

And I do respect
your feelings, Elizabeth.

Well, about Nipper.

He had these terrible
nightmares, see?

Used to wake up dreaming
he'd got a job.

So with one thing and another,

he took in his mind
to become a pugilist.

He was pretty small
for a prizefighter,
wasn't he?

No bigger than a mosquito.

But he figured the other bloke
would take pity on him.

Was he any good?

My sister Rose used to

knock him for skittles
with one swipe.

Anyway, he talked himself
into this fight, see.

And we're all around
the ringside,

and he comes
down the aisle there,
prancing down the aisle,

little Nipper,
wearing this robe, you know,

that he'd pinched
on Portobello Road.

And we set up a racket
that would raise the dead.

Then the other fellow
comes in, you know,
big fellow like this,

looking like something
had broke its bars
at the Whipsnade Zoo.

And Nipper sort of
faints away a bit, you know.

And I stand up and I shout,
"Chin up, Nip!

We'll see that you get
a Christian burial."

But what that did to him,
you see, it roused him up.

He was a gamecock, you see.

And he starts
dancing around, you know,

fancy like that, you know,
sticking his tongue out at me.

And then the announcer
bawls out,

"In this corner,
weighing 8 stone 6--"

his dog weighed more.

[ laughter ]

"Making his debut
as a pugilist,

I give you the Cockney Killer,
Nipper Ross."

And he takes off his robe,

and he'd forgot
his ruddy bloomers!

[ laughter ]

He--He--He was...

Yeah, just 8 stone 6
of pure Nipper.

And it got worse, too.Worse?

Oh, it was bad enough
just standing there listening
to the roaring of the crowd.

Well, he comes to his senses,
rushes back to his corner,

picks up the water bucket,
and puts it over his head!

[ laughing ]

Ah, little Nipper.

Tried to get him
to come with me, but...

His one moment of glory.

I hear it's
the factory for him now.

6:00 to 6:00,

pub weekends,

game of darts.

Maybe now and again thinking
about his mate Johnny Moon.

I'll see to the dishes.

Well, Johnny,
you've been with us almost
a couple of weeks now.

We're gonna hate
to see you go.

No more than it is
for me to leave.

There's no need to,
you know.What do you mean?

I've seen you--
the minute you were
on your feet,

the way you
went to your horses.

You seemed more concerned
with them than yourself.

They're good creatures,
both of them.

We can use a man
that knows horses.

Would you really
wanna take me on?

If he hadn't asked you,
I would have.

What do you say, Johnny?

No special privileges,
a hard winter,

but, uh, not the factory
with Nipper Ross.

Wow, I...

I don't know what to say.

Except no.

I mean, my mum thanks you,

my dad thanks you,
and I thank you, but...

I gotta be on my way.

And just what way is that?

Good supper.

I thank you
for that, too.

That was
a pretty quick refusal.

What happened?

Nothing, Elizabeth.

Johnny just turned down
an offer of a job.

Well, that's his right,
isn't it?Yeah.

No questions asked.

Did he say
when he was leaving?

He'll, uh, probably
tell us when he rides by
on his way out.

If he lets us
know at all.

What you thinking
about, Joe?

St. Louis.

Yes, sir,
a haircut, shave,

and the best hotel.

Yeah, and maybe
a little Evie, too.

[ laughs ]

It had crossed
my mind.

Well, I'm thinking about
our friend back there.

What about him?

If he didn't die.

What are you
talking about?
You saw.

Knocked him
off that horse like
lightning hit him.

Bet there's a lot
of buzzards back there

too fat to fly.

Hope so.

Hope so.

Stop worrying,
will you?

One more dead
foreigner, that's it.

He didn't have
no business here

in these
United States of America
in the first place.

Come on now,
let's turn in.

We gotta get rolling
come sunup if we
wanna be rich.

And I mean to be.

Joseph James Hogan.

"Bull's-eyes and targets,"

says the bells
of St. Margaret's.

"When will you pay me?"

say the bells
of Old Bailey.

"When I grow rich,"

say the bells
of Shoreditch.

"Pray, when will
that be?"

says the bells at Stepney.

"I'm sure I don't know,"

say the great bells of Bow.

Here comes a candle
to light you to bed...

And here comes a chopper

to chop off your head.

Morning, Mr. Moon.

We missed you
at breakfast.

Morning, love.

Sorry for missing
the table,

but I slept so hard,
my glimmers got
stuck together.

By the time I
got them open,
it was too late.

Did I miss another pot
of your delicious glue?

I'm afraid so.

There was no offense
calling it glue, love.

It's been called worse.

But nobody's
died yet, right?Not yet.

About last night...

Huh? What about it, love?

When Stacey
offered you the job.

I'm sorry about that.

Bit rude I was,
but my long suit

ain't being
a charming Fancy Dan.

Here, I ain't never had
a grand tour of the digs.

Of course you haven't.
Let's go.

Thank you.

And whoever it was made
doves stand for peace just
didn't know the ruddy birds.

Those doves is about
the most murderous
creatures you ever seen.

Doves?Oh, yeah.

Them snowy white creatures
does a lot of cooing.

Except when one of them
gets hurt, Liz girl,
the cooing stops.

You know what they do?

They gang up
on the one that's hurt

and they skin it alive.

Now, on the other hand,
you take what people
call cruel--

wolves.

Well, I think people
just stay at home

and, you know,
think up these things.

'Cause you want
something noble,
it's a wolf.

Wolves are noble?
I don't believe it.

You don't have to,
except it's true.

I'd rather have a wolf
for a friend

than a lot of
so-called human beings.

You'd rather have
a savage animal for a friend?

Savage animal, is he?

Well, you just listen
to this, Liz girl.

In the first place
he's a family man--

mates for life,
no running around

like your so-called
sophisticated people do.

And what happens
when the whole pack's

got its belly
sticking to its backbone
with hunger

and they spot a herd
of deer or buffalo?

Every man for himself?

Not on your life.

Teamwork, that's what.

They cut out
one of the herd

and set up
relay stations.

And the first one
runs the buffalo hard

till the second team
takes over, fresh as a daisy.

And then the second
runs it to the third.

Now the buffalo's
getting a bit tired by now,

but there's still
the fourth and fifth group.

Well, finally
the buffalo can't run
no further

and he takes his stand,
and they hamstring him down.

But it ain't
all over yet,

because they wait
for the first team
to catch up.

That's ruddy good manners,
I say.

Ruddy bloodthirsty,
I'd say.

Would you now?

Well, let me give you
a last example

of your bloodthirsty wolves.

None better than
two male brutes
fighting, eh?

Oh, they go at it
like the end of the earth
all right,

but by and by,
one realizes he doesn't
stand a chance.

So what does he do?

He lies down

and he offers up
his throat to be cut.

And the winner stands
over him there

with those big white choppers
half an inch away
from his throat.

And the one that's
down there freezes.

And the winner stands
over him, panting,

holding him there,
making him eat crow

while all the rest
of the pack look on.

And then,
ever so slowly,

he backs away, see,

a step at a time,
not blinking,

keeping his eyes
on that poor throat.

And he gets maybe
ten steps back,

and the one
that's down twitches,

and it's right back
over the throat
with the teeth.

And the one
that's down freezes.

And then
backing off again,

step by step.

And then the winner turns,
trots off.

And the loser gets up
and goes back to the pack.

He fought a good fight,
he did.

That's an end of it--
got beat fair and square.

There's no more shaming him.

Neither him nor
the bloke he fought
ever grudge each other.

How do you know
all these things?

Been here for two years.

You don't shut your eyes,
you see a lot.

That first morning, remember?

You looked out the window
and told us to look.

And I did.

And I didn't see anything.

And right there,

right before my eyes,

in that tree.

Ain't nothing unusual
about that, love.

You take things
for granted, that's all.

You know
when you was a child

how slow time went?

That's 'cause every day
you're up to the gills
with something new.

You get older,
things ain't new
any longer.

Time goes faster.

[ gunshot ]

One shot, and you
come running like
it's a bank robbery.

Why?

Why a crow?

What are you doing?

The brush--coyote.

Rattlesnake, maybe.

They gotta live, too,
you know.

Did you have to, mate?

What is this?
A crow!

You're looking at me
like I murdered somebody.

You did.Yeah, a crow!

A grain-stealing,
egg-sucking, no-good--

A wonderful, beautiful
black bird,

fly like an angel.

[ laughs ]

An angel?

Wait'll I tell the boys
at the bunkhouse--

Not for me, mate.
For the living creature
you killed.

Reckon getting shot
and that fever
touched your head some.

No change that I noted.

All I gotta say is
you get red-necked over a crow,

you ain't been
around people much.

Maybe I been around 'em
too much.

It's not your fault, Wes.

He didn't understand.

I don't even now.

Good morning, guv.

Johnny, I'd like to
talk to you for a minute.

You're, uh, getting around
pretty spry

for somebody
dragged in half dead.

That's my breeding, mate.

Spry enough to make
one of our hands

chew on one side
of his jaw.

Killed a bird
doing no harm.

Did it ever occur to you
he might have orders

to do just that
to prevent stealing grain?

That's the way they are.
What right have we got to
come along and shoot them?

I don't wanna argue with you
about the rights and wrongs

of people trying to make
a life in the wilderness.

The man you hit
is one of our best hands.

I'll ask you to
remember you're a guest
in the Grainger house.

Well, my mum always said
I could do with minding
my manners.

Well, that's the end
of it then.

Righto.

I'll be leaving
in the morning.

Are you sure
you're strong enough?

You ain't seen
the half of it, mate.

[ horse whinnies ]

He'll be leaving
in the morning.

He say where?

Well, with all that gab,
there's not much information.

As usual.

You find out anything
about who shot him and why?

No.

But I may know more
about that before tomorrow.

Your horses ready?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
itching to go.

I think they needed
the rest more than I did.

You, uh, heading any place
in particular?

Might just see the sights,
see how the colonies are doing.

[ laughs ]

Mate.

What?

Don't move.

Not a hair.

Your left boot.

Scorpion.

I can't see it.

He's just gone
under your trousers.

Now then, very slow.

Toss me your hat.

He's up there.

Can't feel it.

He's probably still
on your boot at the top.

Come on, little fella,
come on.

There's no food in there.

No light.

Now come out
into the light.

It's on my leg.

Nice warm sunshine.

It's crawling up my leg.

Now, nobody's gonna
hurt you, love,

so no hurting needed.

Stopped.

Come on, boy.

It's...started again.

Nice warm sunshine.

Can you hear me
talking, love?

Hey?

You keep your poison
till it's needed.

I can't feel it now.

You can't feel it
'cause he had the sense
to listen, that's why.

Now then, very still.

Not a breath.

Like a statue.

Done.

There's the little rascal.

Put it down
and step on it.

Not on your life, mate.What?

Well, not everything.

It stumps me
what good flies do,
but I'm working on it.

Shake him up a bit,
make him dizzy, like he's
had a pint too many, eh?

I think maybe you have.

I think he'll be back here
in five minutes.

It's a chance
we take, mate.Chance?

There's enough chances
out here without playing
games with scorpions.

The next time he can
crawl up yourboot.

Could. Get bit
by a rattlesnake, too.

Lots of things
could harm me.

The point is,
I don't hate 'em.

If living out here was easy,
everybody'd be doing it.

Ride a cock horse
to Banbury Cross

to buy little Johnny
a galloping horse.

He trots behind
and he ambles before,

and little Johnny
shall ride till he can
ride no more.

Yah!

Your hat, I believe.

Don't worry, mate,
he's gone.

You can't blame me
for making sure.

Well, back to my horses
after being so rudely
interrupted.

Afternoon.Afternoon.

Something I can
do for you?

I saw you
in Medicine Bow
the other day.

Oh, wow. All the way
from Chicago, huh?

I guess you detectives
are pretty busy fellas.

Some, off and on.

What's the trouble?

It's a strange
kind of job.

I'd like you to keep it
under your hat.

Our neighbors
to the north, Canada,

got in touch with us
instead of bothering
Washington, D.C.

It caused some embarrassment
by a fellow named Moon.

Corporal Moon.

Corporal Moon.
Unusual name.

Yeah.

Imagine, the noble
North-West Mounted Police--

fellow Moon up and left 'em.

Nothing like that ever
happened to them before.

What do you mean, "left"?

He's a deserter.

Something bothering you?

Well, now that you ask,

just wondering why a fella
would go and do something
like that.

No telling.

But that's the way it is.

This time I'm gonna
get my man.

I've been asking
around the ranches.

If you hear anything,
let me know.

Say, uh...

This Corporal Moon.

What'll they do to him
if they catch him?

They'll probably hang him.

[ knock on door ]

Who's that knocking
on my door?

Come in, come in,
whoever you are.

Hello, mate.

Ain't seen you in ages.

Got something you want
to say to me?

Question.

Ask me no questions,
I'll tell you no lies.

All right, Corporal, why?

So you know.

Anybody else?

A detective from Chicago.

Detective?

Don't figure that one out.

Seems your government
doesn't want to make
a big thing out of this.

That's very decent
of them, isn't it?

Johnny, this is serious.

You're telling me
it's serious?

The most serious thing
in my life, mate.

You're out to get
the man who shot you,
aren't you?

That's it, yeah.

You can't,
'cause this isn't Canada

and you're not
the law here.

You know what you
can do with your law.Obey it.

Same as I would yours.

That's very civilized
of you, mate, but that
ain't the point.

The point's desertion,
Johnny.

Desertion?!Keep your voice down.

Got their ruddy cheek,
calling me a deserter.Well, then, you're not?

Well, let's say I'm carrying
my orders a bit further south
than authorized.

Well, whatever your orders are,
they're no good here.

His name's Hogan.

Joseph James Hogan.

You know what a wolver is?

Yes, but wolving's
not illegal,
here or in Canada.

That's true enough, yeah.

What kind of orders?

Now let me tell you
about Joe Hogan
and his faithful.

Now there's ways of wolving,

and there's ways.

Mr. Hogan uses strychnine.

Guns down a buffalo,

fills the carcass with poison,

and sits back and waits.

Waits for the wolves.

Males, bitches,

little cubs, buzzards,
everything.

Convulsions.

Screaming and snapping
at the pain in their stomachs,

'cause it's eating them alive.

And Mr. Joseph James Hogan...

sits there, watching.

Till the only sound
left is the--

is the wind moving
in the poor dead fur.

Then Mr. Hogan and his mates,

they come down with their
sharp, sharp knives.

And pretty soon,

fancy ladies in New York

got something to protect
them from the drafts.

Now there's no need
to come to this.

I wrote letters.

Queen herself.

And for that
I got the stockade--

violating chain of command.

So you're gonna do it
your way even though

there's no law on the books
against wolving.That's right, mate.

Johnny,
why did you join?

Oh, I...

London town, mate.

I love it so much,
I do.

And one morning,
working in the factory,

I look up to where the sun
was supposed to be and...

[ scoffs ]

An eclipse.

Progress.

Smoke and ashes
like that Italian city

that got buried
by a volcano.

And then...

Then there was
this morning in Canada.

And I'd grown up hearing

about God's beautiful
creation, but never seen none.

So it was a--
it was a fairy story.

And then there it was

before my very eyes.

The sun.

Trees.

Wild creatures.

So perfect.

But no more, mate.

Man found out about it.

And here he comes

with his nice shiny ax
in his hand.

Sometimes when I'm sleeping,

I can hear that blade
against the trees.

Thunk...thunk...thunk...

So there it is, mate.

Johnny Moon's
still loyal to the Crown,

but he's loyal
to himself, too.

And that means getting
a poisoning wolver
name of Hogan.

I can't take it
anymore, mate--

what him and others
like him are doing
to the beautiful land.

The trees and the wolves
and buffalo.

Damming up streams.

And--and you try and say stop,

and they say,
"Remember your uniform,
it ain't your job."

Well, I'm making it my job.

And if it wasn't
for you, I'd...

I'd be in the stomach
of a hundred buzzards.

But don't try stopping me.

'Cause I don't wanna hurt
a true friend.

I wouldn't want to
see one killed, either.

[ sighs ]

So you had a talk
with him, huh?

He did most of it.

As usual.

Did he say anything?

Yes, but I can't
tell you what.

Why not?

Because...

I don't know if he's
right or if he's wrong.

He's in trouble,
isn't he?

Yep.

And there's nothing
I can do to help?

I don't think so, Stacey.

You think you're
the only friend he's got?

No, but he's out
to kill a man.

The one who shot him?Yeah.

And that's all I can tell you.

A simple grudge wouldn't
be doing this to you.

This fellow that
he's after--an outlaw?

Not exactly.

Not exactly?

Well, either he is
or he isn't.

Well, what he's doing
is legal, but it's wrong.

I've never heard you
talk this way before.

Not exactly an outlaw
doing something legal
but wrong.

If this fella has the law
on his side, then Johnny's
the outlaw.

Not the way I see it.There isn't any other way.

What is this,
every man for himself?

All this talk about animals,
letting them settle things
their own way--

is that how he
expects people to be?

I told you.
It's not easy to say

whether he's right
or whether he's wrong.

[ harmonica playing ]

Joe.

Yeah?

Joe, what do you figure
on doing after this trip?

What else?

Making a good living,
ain't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I been
thinking about Canada.

After killing
that Mountie, I...

Listen, did we kill him
there or here?

Well, here.And did he have permission

from our U.S government
to come here?

Guess not.

Well, then he was here
unlawfully,

wasn't wearing a uniform,

and when he fired
that shot at us,

we fired back in self-defense.

Yeah, but when we
go back to Canada,
those Indians.

[ chuckles ]

Hey, Will.

Yeah.

Are you worried
about any Indians?

What Indians?

[ laughs ]

When are you gonna
understand, Sammyjay,

that Indians don't count?

[ harmonica playing ]

Now you think about that.

Sorry, it's not
for sale, ma'am.

What can I do for you, sir?

Fix me up some supplies

for what might be
a long trip, will you?

No offense meant.
The way you talk is--

That's the way
we talk in Shanghai.

Shanghai?
I thought that was Chinese.

You ever been there?No, can't say I
want to, either.

Well, if you ever do,
you'll find a lot more

of us there than them,
I'll tell you.

Hmm.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, some fellas
passing through
couple of days back.

Headed which way?East.

I watched 'em leave
in their wagon.
I waved to 'em.

Say, what do you think
of this beauty?

It's the first time
I ever been looking forward
to winter.

I can sit by the fire
and pull it up around me.

Yeah.

Yeah, you do that.

Nice and warm, eh?

Maybe fall asleep.

Fall asleep by the fire.

Dark, quiet.

And maybe
in the flickering dark,

real slow,

it will grow jaws
and teeth

and rip your
flaming throat out.

Keep your stinking provisions!

Shanghai, he said.

I should've known
something was wrong.

What'd he do?Well, then it happened.

He saw my wolf robe,

he wrapped it
around my neck.

His voice was so quiet,
I felt sort of cold.

Then he started talking
about falling asleep
with it on.

Then when I was sleeping,
the thing would grow
jaws and teeth

and rip my throat out.

I've heard 'em all now.

That accent that you
were talking about.

Well, I never heard one
like it before.

I'm just wondering
if he could be
the same fella

I took a bullet out of
a couple of weeks ago.

He called himself
Mrs. Moon's little boy.

Been around town that long,
I would've seen him.

Well, this was out at Shiloh.

They found him shot
and brought him back there.

Well, that's strange.

The foreman was in this week
and he didn't mention it.

Well, I'll
see you soon, Tom.

Oh, by the way, doc.

Would you be interested
in a nice wolf robe
real cheap?

No, no. You talked me
out of it with that story.

You find everything
you need, sir?

I think so.

You can stand there
till hell freezes over.

I'm not gonna answer
any more of your questions.

Miss Grainger.

I see you all got fond
of Corporal Moon.

But I've got orders, too.

Now just one question.

Can you tell me what he said
his orders were?

Yes. He's going to arrest
a wolver named Hogan.

Well, that's interesting,
isn't it?

I wonder on what charge,

since wolving
isn't against the law.

But those men--He hasn't got any orders.

He's out, God only knows why,
to kill a man, pure and simple.

That, young lady,
is going to be murder.

Desertion's serious enough,
but he'll have a trial.

I'm sure they'll let you
speak up for him.

His character--

as you knew it.

But if we don't stop him
short of murder...

They tried to kill him!

It's possible your testimony
could get him off
with a light sentence.

Dismissal from the force.

He'll be free,

maybe even accepted
for citizenship here.

You say you care?

You like him?
You wanna help him?

Prove it now.

A pistol.

He's got a rifle
and a pistol

and a pack horse.

He's headed for the mountains.

Well, he can't be traveling
fast with a pack horse.

Still light enough
to pick up his trail.

I appreciate this, miss.

Don't mention it.

Mr. Grainger, I'd like
a word with your foreman.

I imagine by this time
he's having a word
with Johnny Moon.

Whoa. Afternoon.

Mr. Hogan's calling card?

Yeah, he just can't
stop killing.

Gets to be a habit.

Takes the hide
and leaves the carcass
to poison everything,

even the buzzards.

Johnny, go back.

I told you last night,
no chance.

You go back.

I promised I'd try.

Promised who?Elizabeth and Stacey.

Elizabeth?

I told them
you weren't a deserter.

That is the truth, isn't it?
You will go back?

When it's over?

I'll give it some thought.

Here.

You're not thinking of trying
to make me go back, are you?

Johnny, I'm here to try
to keep you from getting
yourself arrested

for the murder
of a United States citizen.

You call Hogan
a citizen of anywhere?

Hell, maybe.

Well, let's ride.

Whoa.

Must have that wagon
crammed full of pelts.

Look how deep the ruts are.

Johnny, there's
still time, you know.

Do me a favor,
will you, mate?

Don't say it again.
Giddyup.

Joe!

Joe!

Whoa.

Hold it.

Up there.

Can't be him.

Knew we should've
finished him.

Shut up!

All right, maybe it is him.

He's found a partner.

There's two of them
and four of us.

What are we gonna do?

I know what we
ain't gonna do.

We ain't risking this wagon.

Getting too dark
for 'em to find this trail.

That means they won't
come after us till daybreak.

And we'll be
waiting for 'em.

Come on.

A lot easier for us
to get across that valley
in the daylight.

Yeah. Be easier
for them to get us
in their sights, too.

We'll have a long way
to go before we're in range,
if they don't run.

Hogan's got the advantage.

Be no chance
of his running.

Johnny.

Present.

What's on your orders?

Writing.

Oh, very funny.

What's the writing about?
Since wolving isn't illegal.

Murder is.Murder?

Yeah, two of my best friends.

You mean Hogan killed
two Mounties?

Indians.

When you were delirious,
you kept mentioning a name--

Spotted Pony.

Did I?Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Spotted Pony
was the second.

Tell me about it?

I think we've come
too far for secrets.

Yeah.

Yeah, White Deer
was the first.

Cheyenne, he was.
Had a vision.

He became a contrary,
you know?

Oh. Ride backwards,
wash with dirt,
do everything backwards?

Yeah,
everything turned around.

It was this vision
he had, see?

So one morning

White Deer and his mate
are fishing as usual.

Hogan and his crew
come along.

And Hogan
starts talking to him.

White Deer and his mate
just go on fishing,
saying nothing.

And Hogan starts
with his filthy mouth.

And White Deer, he just--

just turned around
and looked at him and...

got up backwards on his pony.

And Hogan fired once.

And he blew the right
side of his head off.

His mate got back
and told us about it.

An eyewitness.

So the inspector
puts out the warrant,

and I get the job.

Hogan crosses
the border, so, um...

extradition proceedings.

[ scoffs ]
Blizzard of paper.

Nothing came of it?

That's when I started
writing to the queen.

I never thought
the old girl would answer,
but I give it a go.

For that I got
the stockade.

So the extradition papers
being in Washington...

in a hope chest,

Hogan gets sort of cocky

and bold as brass
comes back eight months later

with his poison
for the wolves
and the buffalo.

Oh...

I wish you'd have known
Spotted Pony.

He was a good lad.

Only 20, he was.

And if he'd ever gone
to the East End,

he'd have wiped up
the street with all
the boys there, I tell you.

I said to him one day,
I said, "Pony,

"what do you want to go
hunting deer and buffalo for,

"starving and freezing
in the winter?

"What's wrong
with the Blackfoot
up here in Canada?

"You know, no war,
freezing, starving.

"White men looking
after your land,
not killing your buffalo

or even your
squaws and kids.
What's wrong with you?"

And you know, he looked me
straight in the eye
and he said...

"There's no glory in it."

So Hogan comes back one night

and he goes into
this settlement store.

Pony's there buying
tobacco or something.

And the sight of him
sets his mouth off again.

People there, witnesses.

But Pony wasn't
like White Deer--
gentle, you know.

And Hogan doesn't get out
a dozen words before
Pony lets him have it.

I mean with his words.

You know, about
wolvers being scum
and defiling the land

and using gunpowder
for fishing.

Threw the book
at him, he did.

And Hogan says,
"You wanna fight?"

And Pony says, "Yes, now."

Hogan went white, he did.

And he starts
backing off slow,

not turning his back.

And five minutes later...

when Pony leaves the store...

he goes out in the dark
and gets shot in the liver.

And it took him
a long time to die,
I tell you.

Anyone see Hogan do it?

Come off it, mate.

Enough evidence
for another warrant,
new extradition proceedings.

No, never come to that.

I chased him to the border,
but he beat me to it.

I remember standing
there, you know,

listening to White Deer
and Pony's words ringing
in my head.

So I...

got this old clobber
from some old settler,
and here I am.

I hate to tell you this,
Johnny, but your warrants
aren't any good here.

We'll see.

[ birds chirping ]

Here they come.

THE VIRGINIAN: Up there.
They'll get us
in a crossfire.

That the way you'd do it?

Another hundred yards
and we'll be in range.

Then let's go 99
and find out.

[ cocking guns ]

Let 'em come.

We don't have to show
ourselves till we can't miss.

Can you smell 'em now?

Yeah, I can smell 'em
all right.

Get our horses
behind cover.

Trouble is, they don't
have to show until
they're dead sure.

I'll get 'em to show.What do you mean?

Back in two shakes
of a lamb's tail.

Get behind that rock.

Joe? Joe,
they're splitting up.

Let 'em.
They can't get around us.

Hey, Moon, where are you?

Right here, mate!

Joseph James Hogan!

In the name of
Her Majesty Queen Victoria,

and by the authority
vested in me

as a servant in
Her Majesty's Royal
North-West Mounted Police,

I hereby call you
to arrest

for the murder of White Deer,

a Cheyenne person...

And for the murder
of Spotted Pony,

a Blackfoot person.

Will you come peacefully?

Nobody can shoot
better than that?

They're in for it, mate.

You trying
to get killed?

You forgetting what I told you?
Direct-hit cannonball
might kill me.

Now then, you go
to the left.

I'll take up a position
over there, all right?

Hold it, hold it.

Hogan!

This man is here illegally,
but I'm not!

Give yourself up
and stand trial!Who are you?

That doesn't matter.
I'm giving you
a chance to surrender.

You an Indian lover?

I said
give yourself up!

What say now, mate?

I say we take 'em.

Who ever got the idea
of making those things
bright red?

Oh, that's so's
the blood don't show.

What are they doing now?

There.

He got some kind
of magic?

[ gunfire ]

One down, Johnny!

You hear that, Hogan?

How many more you got
left up there, mate?

Enough for you, Mountie.

There's something
funny here, mate.

You know what?What's that?

Hogan's a good shot.

Just once
in White Deer in the head

and once in Spotted Pony
in the back.

Hogan, ain't you a good shot?

Yes, it's funny, mate--

Hogan being such a good shot,

but he hasn't hit
one of us yet.

Maybe he's scared.

Oh, yeah, that I know.

But what I mean is
why he can't hit us.

Do you wanna
know why, Hogan?

Ghosts with us, Hogan!

Ghosts standing
by us, Hogan!

White Deer, Hogan!

Spotted Pony, Hogan!

All them wolves!

And their jaws
coming for you, Hogan!

Shut up!

White Deer, Hogan!

Spotted Pony, Hogan!

All those wolves
coming to get you, Hogan!

Coming to get you, Hogan!

Joe.

Joe, there's another
one coming fast.

Joe, I'm getting
out of here.

Wagon. Fur!

Hyah! Hyah!

You ain't my man!

Toodle!

Joseph James--

[ sighs ]
Never killed a man.

Never want to again, either.

That detective's coming.
You could see him
from the crest.

Johnny, there's still time
for you to go back.

When your government gets
all the facts, they probably
won't be too hard on you.

Look, mate.

It ain't that I don't
love my country

or adopted one of yours.

It's that I love
the world more.

And when I'm
in this uniform,
proud as I am of it,

you know, I got a lot
of reports to write,

all this brass
to polish.

Well, that ain't what
matters to me now.

Well, what does matter?

I suppose trying to leave
the world like I found it.

Thinking about the kids
that come after.

I mean, how are they gonna
know about eagles and things
if there ain't none left?

Johnny, it's desertion.

You keep saying that,
you know.

Oh, well, maybe you could
tell 'em I went daft
or something, eh?

Maybe they'll take pity
on a poor bloke, figure
what's the use?

Maybe they won't.

Look, I grew up
taking my chances, mate.

A leopard don't change
its spots, you know.

Look, Johnny.

I don't have to.Look!

Ohh.

Oh, the brave beasts, yeah.

You wanna help animals?

And the land and people?

How much good are you
gonna be able to do

looking over your shoulder
day and night,

wondering if some sheriff's
got a warrant out for you,

or maybe your
government notified
the United States Calvary?

They'll get you, Johnny.
They'll get you.

And when they do,

what good are you
gonna do from a cell?

Look, there's
people out there

that need to hear
what you have to say,
and they'll listen to you.

Not the Hogans--
they'll never change. But...

Maybe if--if you get
enough people on your side,

you can change the law.

Think about it, Johnny.

You desert, and for
every month you're gone,

your government could add
a year to your sentence.

Think about...

looking up at a little patch
of blue sky

through a cell window and...

[ birds chirping ]

just listening
to the birds and...

never seeing 'em fly,

thinking about
what you could have done.

Well...

Inspector will
probably have a fit

and shoot me down
before I get a word out.

Well, my mum thanks you,

my dad thanks you,
my sister Rose thanks you.

And I thank you.

What's the name
of your post?Fort Walsh.

I've got a letter to write
and people to sign it.

Well, ta-da, mate.

Farewell, my friends.

Farewell, my foes.

It's to face the music
Johnny Moon goes.

Well?

There's a wagon full
of wolf pelts in there.

Corporal Moon?

A man named Hogan
down in the draw.

He alive?

Hogan? No.

I mean Moon.

Oh, yes, he's alive all right.

[ horse snorts ]

Which way did he go?

The only way.

I could have got him
back at Shiloh.

Maybe.

My horse won't last
another mile.

The way you pushed him,
I'm surprised he lasted
this far.

I'd better check
that fellow Hogan.

I gotta send in
some kind of report.

[ theme music playing ]