All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP25

Three sacks of flour and five pounds
of sugar and a pound of tobacco.

We got everything for a change.

Well?

Mr. Wishbone, I ain't never
been a man of the world.

You think this hat might help?

It isn't your hat needs
changing, it's your head.

Stagecoach in yet?
I'm meeting a friend.

Just in time, stranger.

Coach stops here
every afternoon at 4.

Better get the coffee
on the fire, Jessie.

You stay put. I'll shoot the
first one that makes a move.

Put your hands down.
Act like nothing is wrong.

If you try to warn
them, you'll all be dead.

Inside.

Give me the box. The box.

Well, I think I
winged one of them.

You better ride into Cottonwood
and tell the sheriff fast.

You'll be wanting to
join the posse, won't you?

- Sorry, friend, no time.
- No time? Mister, that was a holdup.

There's five outlaws
to hunt down,

and each one went off
in a different direction.

And we got 3,000 head
of beeves to ride herd on.

Now, that takes more
men than 50 outlaws.

Come on, Mushy. Get
the pistols and the sacks.

Coffee, Mr. Scarlet?

Too tired to swallow, Mushy.

- Coffee, Mr. Quince?
- No, thanks, Mush.

- I figure it's 16 miles.
- Well, you better be ready.

You hear something strange?

- Like what?
- Listen.

Colonel Reed, sir?

Colonel Reed?

Sergeant Decker reporting.

Colonel...? Colonel Reed?

Ser... Sergeant
Decker wishes to report

that the mission is
accom... Accomplished.

Hell, this is one of those
stagecoach robbers.

I told you I got one of them.

You reckon there's
any money in this box?

Well, one way to find out.

Wow.

Ah, it says there's a thousand
dollars in every packet.

Wow.

Must be 50 packets
in here, at least.

We better get it back soon.

There's gotta be a
posse out looking for it.

How can we do that? It's
two days' ride to Cottonwood.

That means anyone that was
sent would be gone for four days.

I can't even spare
one man that long.

Yeah, that posse runs across one
man riding along with all this money,

- it's liable to get the wrong idea.
- What are we gonna do?

Only thing we can do, take
it with us to the next town.

That's six days
ahead. Pine Valley.

It'll have to do. We'll turn it over to
the sheriff there and give him a report.

You mean, we have to
ride herd on $50,000?

I mean, you are gonna be
riding herd on 3,000 head of beef,

and that is all you
got to worry about.

Wishbone, you take charge of it.

Rope it up good so nobody's
tempted to check it out.

- Keep it in the wagon at all times.
- Right.

Irv, Blaze, get some
shovels, spade him in.

The posse ain't gonna like it if
they find out we got the money

they spent all this
time looking for.

I ain't worried about the posse.

It's him and the people
he was supposed to meet.

Wishbone said there
was some more with him.

It figures they expect to
rendezvous somewhere around here.

When he don't show up, they're
gonna come looking for him.

For $50,000, I guess they would.

I swear, I never thought
it could get no hotter.

Ah, you ain't started to boil
yet. Still the cool of the morning.

I tell you, Pete, I could've
had me a gentleman's job

tending bar down home.

I don't know why I signed up
on this drive again for anyway.

Oh, that's easy. It's light
work, short hours, good pay.

Beeves will turn to dust if
we don't get to water soon.

Where's the next water hole?

Salt Flat Springs. It'll
be a couple of days.

Two days?

Where you leading us?
By way of the Sahara?

Look, I ain't no Moses.

I can't touch one of these rocks
and make water spurt out of it.

Maybe if you could, you
might be of some use.

Who put the burr
under his saddle?

Sometimes I wonder why I
joined up with this blasted drive.

Oh, that's easy. Light work,
short hours and good pay.

All right, Prince Charming.

If you're done beautifying yourself,
I'll show you about gathering firewood.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Well, what are
you grinning about?

Nothing, Rowdy,
nothing. Just dreaming.

Well, it must be some dream.

Well, I'm in this
rainstorm, see.

Only it ain't raining rain,
it's raining greenbacks.

And they're coming down
faster than I can catch them.

Yeah, well, what do you do with
these greenbacks after you get them?

Well, I ain't dreamed
that far yet, Rowdy.

Rowdy, if all that money was
yours, what would you do with it?

Ah. I don't know. Live high, wide
and wild for a while, I suppose.

Maybe even travel. Heh.

- What about you, Hey Soos?
- Oh, that's easy.

In the village where I come from, there
is small church with a high bell tower.

But there is no bell in the tower.
There was no money for a bell.

Bells?

Well, you can buy all the bells
you want, but I know what I'd do.

Why, I'd buy me the biggest,
fanciest saloon in town

and I'd hire me 12 of the
prettiest gals you ever saw.

And I'd dress them up
in silks and spangles...

Jim, would you like a
partner in that saloon?

Not necessarily. SCARLET: Heh.

You all seem mighty
pleased with yourselves.

What would you do, Mr. Favor?

Well, if you had the $50,000?

Well, that.

Well, since it ain't mine,

I ain't even thinking of
spending one red cent of it.

Couple fellas riding into camp.

- They alone?
- As far as I can tell.

McKEEVER: Well,
who's in charge here?

That'd be me. Name's
Favor. Trail boss here.

McKEEVER: Glad to
meet you, Mr. Favor.

I'm the deputy sheriff
of Carson County.

Jim Norton here
and I are with a posse

that's looking for five outlaws
that held up a stagecoach.

Well, I think you've
come to the right place,

and I'm glad to see you.

Just what do you
know about them?

Well, I think we might have
some of what you're looking for.

Isn't your name McKeever?
Lieutenant McKeever?

Rowdy Yates! Ha,
good to see you.

This man was my commanding
officer for over a year at Fort Yuma.

Good soldier too.

Well, now, this sure
is a stroke of luck,

running into an old
comrade-in-arms like Rowdy

and maybe catching up with
the men we've been hunting.

Uh, you did say you'd
seen them, Mr. Favor?

Well, one of them came
into camp last night,

but he keeled over
dead from a bullet wound.

Had a big box of
money with him though.

Well, you sure do have
what we're looking for.

Rowdy, I wish I had time to stick
around and jaw with you for a while,

but, uh, the posse
is waiting for us,

and we got the rest
of those outlaws to find.

So with your permission, Mr. Favor,
I'll relieve you of that money box

- and we'll be on our way.
- Yeah, sure.

Quince, pick up the
money box from Wish.

Hey there! Just what are
you doing in the wagon?

Mr. Favor wants the money box.

Well, he put me in
charge of that box.

If he wants it,
I'll take it to him.

Your troubles are over, Wish.

You can turn your box
over to the sheriff here.

Oh, that's good news.
I'm sure glad to get rid of...

Him. Well, he's one
of the outlaws. So is he.

First man that makes a
move, the trail boss gets it.

Keep your gun on him, Norton.

All right, mister,
I'll take that box.

Now you're in real
trouble, Mr. Favor.

If you're smart, you'll give me
that box and let me ride out of here.

Get something
to tie him up with.

Don't you understand?
I've got friends out there.

And when Norton tells
them what happened to me,

they'll come after
me and that money.

And they'll do whatever
they have to, to get me back.

There was only five
of you pulled that job,

and I got one of
them. Now we got you.

That only leaves
three against all of us.

There was only
five that you saw.

There's twice that number
waiting at the rendezvous.

I want a guard on
bigmouth all the time.

Lenny, you'll take
the first watch.

McKEEVER: They'll
come after me, Mr. Favor.

And if they have to kill
to get me back, they'll kill.

Isn't it part of a trail boss's
job to keep his men alive?

Or maybe you don't care
what happens to your men.

What's so funny?

- You wouldn't understand.
- Well, try us.

Well, it is funny.

All of you risking your lives for
money that wasn't even stolen.

That's a lie.

Mushy and I saw you take
the money off that stagecoach

with our very own eyes.

Oh, sure, we took it,
but we didn't steal it.

We were reclaiming
what was rightfully ours.

My, oh, my. Ain't you
got the slick tongue now.

You can twist just about anything
around to your way of thinking,

- can't you?
- I'm telling the truth, Mr. Favor.

That money was stolen,
all right. Not by us, from us.

In a way some of it belongs
to you too, you and your men.

Just how in the ever-loving
do you figure that?

Well, you heard Rowdy say I
was an officer with the Rebs.

How many of you here
served with the South?

- I did.
- Most of us.

That's what I
thought. Most of you.

That means you do have
a claim to that money.

Every man in the
South has a claim to it.

Are you trying to say we got
a legal claim to that money?

That's just what I'm saying.

- Can you prove that?
- Sure I can prove it.

Any of you here ever
hear of Reed's Folly?

Yeah, I was in the outfit.

Ran short of supplies
and ammunition.

Reed was trying to
raise money to replace it.

He raised over $50,000, but
before we got a chance to use it,

the war ended,
so we hid it away.

We figured we'd need it
when the war started up again.

Except the war ain't
starting up again.

The feds knew about that money
too. They've been looking for it.

Last month they found it.

Confiscated it for
the U.S. government.

But that money doesn't
belong to the U.S. government.

Now, I got the authority
to open that box

and give every man
jack of you $100.

You just let me leave
here with the rest.

A hundred dollars? That's more than
I make in three months on this drive.

That's more than you'd
make in ten years in prison.

Which is what you'd get if
you took any part of that money.

But, Mr. Favor, it was raised
for the South and we're the South.

After considering all sides of
the argument very carefully,

here's how it is.

No matter how you slice
it, that money is stole.

So that's the end of it. I don't
wanna hear no more about it.

You heard the big boss.

He'd rather see you die than
share in money that's rightfully yours.

Maybe you like working
for a man like that.

I sure wouldn't want
him for my boss.

Well, that sure was a
good breakfast, Wishbone.

I wish you'd been our
mess chief at Fort Yuma.

Yeah, well, if that's where you
served, I'm sure glad I didn't.

You thinking about your
share of that money, Quince?

You want your hundred dollars?

You bet your bottom dollar I want
it. Fat chance I've got at getting it.

- Find them strays?
- Yeah, I found them.

Four of them. That is if you got
any use for slaughtered steers.

And even had the
guts to leave this note.

Well, I can tell you
what that note says.

It says this time
they just kill beeves.

But unless you let
me and that money go,

the next time
they'll be killing men.

- Do I read it right?
- You read it right.

Well, that note's
from Colonel Reed,

and Colonel Reed always
means what he says.

Now, why don't you be
smart and do what he wants?

I want extra lookouts
posted point, flank and drag.

Yes, sir, men, you sure
got a stubborn trail boss.

He doesn't take money
that's rightfully his.

He doesn't even care
if his men get killed.

Let's go.

Any sign of the enemy yet?

They're out there,
you know, somewhere.

Find any trouble?

Ah, nothing, Rowdy. I
think they're just bluffing.

Take cover!

Let me see.

Right through the heart.

Mr. Favor.

Pete, shoot anything that
moves. Mushy, get that fire out.

- Any sign of them?
- I don't see nothing.

You don't need to worry for a while,
Mr. Favor. They made their point.

Now they'll give you time
to come to your senses

and let me and that money go.

Of course, if you don't, there'll be more
trouble waiting around the next bend.

And every other bend.

They killed one of my
men what didn't deserve it.

I got no wish to
see your men die.

But of course you
made the choice.

And there'll be more of you
dying unless he lets me go.

- The choice is still his.
- No, it ain't. The choice is ours.

I didn't sign on to
get killed, Mr. Favor.

If you don't let him
go, I'm pulling out.

Pay him off, Rowdy.

I want all the money
I'm entitled to, Mr. Favor.

Meaning?

Meaning my hundred
dollars from that box.

You get the money you got
coming to you and that's all.

Now, get out.

My share, Mr. Favor, now.

Pay him off, Rowdy.

Let him have his gun back.
He may need it to scare rabbits.

Pete?

You better get the
extra tarp on that wagon.

I'll take care of it.

I suppose you got
more troubles for me.

Well, just a little.

That water, we used most of it for
the fire. We're about down to nothing.

We'll be at Salt Flat
Springs tomorrow.

- There's plenty of water there.
- There better be.

You're a brave man,
Mr. Favor. And a stubborn one.

But a smart general
knows when to surrender.

I ain't no general.
Keep out of my way.

Get a little shut-eye and
I'll take over for a while.

All right.

McKEEVER: I could drink a whole
lot easier if I weren't wearing these.

Well, I can't let you loose,
lieutenant. Sorry, Mr. Favor's orders.

You always were
good at taking orders.

You were the best
sergeant I ever had.

- What happened anyway?
- What do you mean?

I mean, what happened
to make you turn outlaw?

I'm no outlaw, Rowdy. I was
telling the truth about that money.

You trying to tell me this is
the only job you ever pulled?

No, I mean that when we do pull a
job, we do it for a cause we believe in.

Who's "we"?

Some of the old outfit.
Others who think as we do.

- How'd you get started?
- I was tired of drifting.

You remember how
it was in the Army.

It was a good life.
We fought hard.

There was purpose and
meaning to what we were doing.

- Wars don't go on forever.
- No, they don't.

And suddenly I was out
of uniform, washed up.

You could've
gotten yourself a job.

Doing what? Cleaning saloons?
Pitching hay? Being a stable boy? Heh.

All I'd ever known was the
Army. There was no more Army.

Yeah, well, you could've gotten
something better than being an outlaw.

I did find something better.
I ran into Colonel Reed.

You know, when I, uh...

When I served under you, you
used to talk a lot about honor.

Where's the honor in
what you're doing now?

Honor means different
things to different men, Rowdy.

I believe in what I'm doing.

Doesn't it bother you a bit

that the rest of us are making
out all right out of uniform?

Or do you need a
war to feel like a man?

I'll take over now, Rowdy.

You think about it, lieutenant.

I don't, uh... I don't see any
honor in being a renegade.

There it is, Salt Flat Springs.

Phew.

Wait.

Poison. Full of lye.

Get back! It's poisoned!

Boy, two swallows of that
stuff and we'd all be retching.

Well, I could've told you it
would be poisoned, Mr. Favor.

You see, Colonel Reed
knew about this water hole too.

You ready to talk business yet?

Pete, how far to next water?

About three days
to Cactus Creek.

One thing about it, they
can't poison that whole creek.

Quarter of a canteen
for each man each day.

Not a drop more.

And for him, not a drop.

He goes without water,
he'll probably die of thirst.

His friends should've thought of that
when they poisoned the water hole.

All right, let's get going.

I shouldn't do this, señor.
Two swallows. No more.

You're a fool, Hey Soos.

You should never show
quarter to the enemy.

Am I really your enemy, señor?

How is he?

Keeled over right
after we made camp.

Too much heat and no water.
Figured he should stretch out.

I'll see you later, Scarlet.

Scarlet tells me
you're beat, hm?

Well, I'm not planning to die,
if that's what you're waiting for.

Here, have some of that.

The morale in this outfit's low,
Rowdy. You drovers are weak men.

What makes you say that?

Mr. Favor gave an
order, no water for me.

You're the second man
today who's disobeyed it.

Oh, is that right?

Well, if Colonel Reed gave an order,
I suppose no one would disobey it.

You bet they wouldn't.
They're soldiers.

But we're not
soldiers, lieutenant.

We don't like killing,
even if it's an enemy.

Maybe that's weakness
and maybe it's strength.

I don't suppose you'd
understand that though.

What's your reason for
disobeying orders, Rowdy?

You were a good officer
once. Maybe I owe it to you.

- What are you doing here?
- Checking on the prisoner, that's all.

Any checking needs
to be done, I'll do it. Out.

You come to
surrender, Mr. Favor?

Here. Don't guzzle it.

Why?

Well, if I'm gonna turn
you in to the sheriff,

it'll look better turning in
a live one than a corpse.

And that's your only reason?

- Keep me alive so I can go to jail?
- What else?

You were an officer
yourself, Mr. Favor.

Let's talk soldier to soldier.

Is that any different
from talking man to man?

Yeah, soldiers live by
a different set of rules.

Rules of war.

You're losing this
war, Mr. Favor.

You're being
outmaneuvered, out-deployed.

Your losses are
mounting every day.

If you're a wise commander,
you'll come to terms with the enemy

- before he annihilates you.
- Yeah, but I ain't no commander.

The only war I'm
fighting is to survive.

That battle of survival
has won more victories

than all the cannons and the
cavalry charges put together.

So I'll take my chances
on your Colonel Reed,

because he's just another man.

And from what I know of him,
not too much of a one at that.

- Thanks, Yates.
- Blasting powder.

They set the fuses just
before we came over that rise.

Your friend Colonel Reed again.

Why ain't that herd moving? I
didn't give orders for it to be stopped.

Look, if you fellas came to
complain about the ice water,

I'm afraid I can't help you.

It ain't that, Mr. Favor.
We're through.

You don't say?

That's right. We've
had it plumb up to here.

We don't aim to risk
our lives anymore.

Why don't you give him his money
box and let him ride out of here?

Or you can take
that herd and push it.

Uh-huh.

- Is that how you all feel?
- That's right.

It ain't that we ain't stuck up for
you, Mr. Favor, because we have.

Already one man has been killed.

We've been set fire on, the
water has been poisoned,

but this explosion,
that's the last straw.

- Could have killed us all.
- I see.

So you want me to give this thief
back the money he stole and let him go.

- Is that it?
- That's right.

Maybe you'd like your
share of that money first.

Well, he did say you had
some of it coming, you know.

Not anymore, Mr. Favor.
It's blood money now.

Well, that's nice.
That's real nice.

Because he's staying with
us. Him and the money.

If I let him go, I wouldn't
be any different than he is.

Then you just better
pay us off, Mr. Favor.

Now, wait just a minute.

Look, Mr. Favor has
never asked you men

to do anything he
wouldn't do himself.

What he says is true also.

You let these men
get away with this,

no telling who they're
gonna rob or kill next time.

You wouldn't want that on your
little consciences, now, would you?

You're always bragging what
great fighters you was in the war.

What's the matter, you're
afraid of a few renegades?

Don't beg, Wish. Either
they're up to staying or they ain't.

Mr. Favor, Mr. Favor! Hey
Soos' horse came in without him.

I found that note
on the side of him.

It says if that lieutenant don't deliver
the money by noon, he'll be dead.

What do you got to
say now, Mr. Favor?

Just what I said before. He
stays with us, so does the money.

- But that's Hey Soos out there.
- I know it!

Well, you can't leave
him there to get killed.

We gotta turn McKeever loose.

You're sure whistling another
tune mighty fast, ain't you?

You, how do you feel now?

Well, it's different now. The only
way we can get Hey Soos back

is trade McKeever for
him, then we ought to do it.

Mm.

When? When are you
meatheads ever gonna learn?

Those are renegades out
there you wanna deal with.

They got no honesty. Their
word don't mean nothing.

As long as each side has got
a hostage, it's still a standoff.

No matter what they threaten.

They won't kill Hey Soos for
fear that we'd kill McKeever.

As long as we got him, he's our
insurance that Hey Soos stays alive.

We'll trade when
the odds favor us.

- Yeah, well, I don't see it that way.
- No, you don't.

Do you really
think for one minute

that if we turn McKeever
and the money back

that they're gonna
let Hey Soos go?

He could identify
every one of them.

Smartest thing in the world
they could do is kill him,

and that's just what they'd do.

Look, these men are soldiers.
They're gonna fight by the rules of war.

They're trash.
They got no rules.

In any case, this
is the way it stands.

You can go along with the herd,

or you can tuck your tail
between your legs and take off.

We'll stay, Rowdy.

- I'll take over, Mushy.
- Thanks, Mr. Rowdy.

Think Colonel Reed means
what he said in that note?

He means it.

Hey Soos never hurt
anybody in his life.

I know that, Rowdy. I don't feel
any better about this than you do.

Look, there's only one
way to save Hey Soos.

Let me go with the money.

- Trust you?
- You trusted me once.

Yeah, but then you were
an officer and a gentleman.

I still am. When I give my word,
I keep it. It's a matter of honor.

Honor. What about Colonel Reed?

What happens if he doesn't
agree with your word?

You forget, Rowdy, Colonel Reed
is an officer and a gentleman too.

He'd respect my
commitment. I swear it.

- You know where to find them?
- I know.

It's Hey Soos' life.

All right. All right, you can go, on
one condition, that I go with you.

No, that'd complicate it.
Let me handle this alone.

You gave your word, and I'm
gonna give you a chance to honor it.

But I wanna make sure
Hey Soos is all right.

It's gonna be that
or no deal at all.

Okay, let's get going.

It's all right, Cady.

Glad to see you
back, lieutenant.

- You all right?
- Sí, señor, I am fine.

Lieutenant McKeever
reporting back for duty, sir.

Welcome back, lieutenant.

- And brought the money, I see.
- Yes, sir.

Well, proves my
strategy was successful.

They were forced to surrender.

- Who's he?
- Rowdy Yates, sir.

He's ramrod of that trail ride.
He's the one who let me go.

Why'd he ride back with you?

I gave him my word we'd release that
drover to him, let him ride out of here.

Did absolutely
right, lieutenant.

The objective being
to affect your release

and retrieve the money
by whatever means,

it was your duty to tell any lie
necessary to achieve that result.

But I wasn't lying, sir.

Mr. Yates, I'm glad you've come.

You can take a message
back to your trail boss for me.

I came here for this man,
colonel. I ain't leaving without him.

Well, I'm afraid you are, Mr. Yates.
We need him more than you do.

You gave me your word that he'd back
you up as an officer and a gentleman.

That's right, sir. I did.

And you did absolutely right,
lieutenant. I've told you that.

Any strategy at all to
outmaneuver the enemy.

This is your great colonel
that can do no wrong?

Now, Yates, you tell
your trail boss for me,

if he wants to see your
friend here stay alive,

he's to make no further
effort to rescue him

and give no information whatsoever
to any posse he might chance to meet.

In other words, forget
you ever saw us.

If he violates those conditions, I'll
have this man executed immediately.

Now you may leave, Mr. Yates.

You made a promise,
lieutenant, on an old friendship.

Sir, I did promise
him. On my honor.

There's no honor where the
enemy is concerned, lieutenant.

There's only defeat or victory.

Now, you've brought
us a very fine victory.

You should feel
quite proud of yourself.

Welcome back, Mr. Yates.

- Hope you enjoyed your trip.
- Sorry.

You just had to go
against orders, didn't you?

You just had to do it your way.

Oh. Where's Hey Soos? That was
the whole point of the trip, wasn't it?

They wouldn't release him.

You've really fixed
things up, Rowdy.

They got everything they want.

The lieutenant, the
money and Hey Soos.

- McKeever gave me his word.
- And you believed him.

We gotta go in there after
Hey Soos now, Mr. Favor.

No, no, Pete's right.
Wouldn't do any good now,

they got everything they want.
They're not about to be there.

Oh, they'll be there.

What makes you think so?

Well, I don't guess that
lieutenant friend of yours

checked the box too carefully to see
if all the money was there or not, huh?

- No, he trusted me.
- They shouldn't have trusted me.

Wasn't nothing but
bags of sand in that box.

Figured it would be too
tempting to somebody,

so I put it someplace
else a few days back.

- Well, that means something.
- Yeah, they ain't got what they want.

As long as Hey Soos is
worth $50,000 to them,

they ain't gonna
lay a finger on him.

What are we gonna do now?

You? You don't do
nothing! You're through!

You're through as drover,
you're through as ramrod,

you're through as anything.

Now get out of here
as quick as you can.

Pete, we'll be going
after Hey Soos.

I'll pick him up. I'll
take the money with me.

Just the two of you alone going
in there against all that bunch?

Just me alone.

Ain't how many that counts,
it's what you got to bargain with.

- Uh...
- You still here?

You're forgetting
something, aren't you?

What is it?

Well, I'm the only one who knows
where they're keeping Hey Soos,

so you gotta take me along.

Right, let's go.

Rowdy, how much further is it?

Oh, about a half hour's
ride in that direction.

All right, we'll leave
the money here.

Pete, you'll be
staying with the money.

Rowdy and I aren't
back in a couple of hours,

you take it back with you
and get the herd moving.

I don't get it.

Yeah, well, you ain't
supposed to get it.

You're just supposed
to be guarding.

So you get guarding.

I must congratulate
you, Mr. Yates.

You completely outwitted
my naive lieutenant,

taking the money
out of that box.

He didn't take it out, I did.
He thought it was still in there.

- Who is he?
- Gil Favor. He's the trail boss.

Well, now that's more like it.

One commander
negotiating with another.

All right, Mr. Favor.

It would appear we each have
something the other man wants.

How do you propose
we resolve it?

Give us Hey Soos,
you get the money.

You haven't brought the money.

Of course not.

- Where is it?
- About a half hour's ride from here.

And how do you propose I get it?

Let Hey Soos go with
Mr. Yates and myself,

and you can send two
of your men along with us.

They'll come back with
the money, we'll go our way.

How many of your drovers
are planted out there

ready to ambush
any men I might send?

I've got one man out there,

with orders to take the
money back if we don't show.

Why should I believe
you, Mr. Favor?

Well, like you do, I'll give you my
word as an ex-officer and gentleman.

No. No, I won't deal, Mr. Favor.

No smart commander
plays into the enemy's hand.

He makes the
enemy play into his.

Now you hear my terms.

You ride out of here now, alone,
and you bring that money back.

Now, after you've done that, I'll
release you and your comrades.

No chance.

That promise has been
made and broken once already.

You'd prefer that we
have you all executed?

Oh, but then you'd never
get that money, would you?

That's quite right. So I
propose to do it one at a time.

- Lieutenant McKeever?
- Yes, sir?

Assemble a firing squad.

A firing squad?

Apparently, we have to convince
Mr. Favor that we mean what we say,

so we'll execute
one of his comrades.

And since, Mr. Yates,
you've been the most trouble,

I think you deserve the honor.

After that, lieutenant, we can let
Mr. Favor have a second opportunity

to bring us the money.

You'd really do that, colonel?

This is war, lieutenant.
We've got a battle to win.

Assemble a firing squad.

No, sir. There'll
be no firing squad.

Lieutenant McKeever, I'm
your commanding officer.

I've given you a direct order.

You're not my commanding
officer anymore,

and the war is over, colonel, only
I've been too big a fool to know it.

Can't you see he's wrong?

These aren't soldiers we're
fighting, they're civilians.

Decent, law-abiding citizens.
We got no right to take their lives.

Lieutenant McKeever, I'm
sure I don't have to remind you

of the penalty for refusing
to obey a superior officer.

I order you for the last
time, assemble a firing squad.

No, sir.

Lieutenant?

As you were.

Colonel Reed is dead.

That means I'm your
commanding officer now.

But I don't demand your
unquestioning obedience as he did.

I have no stomach anymore
for firing squads and killings

in the name of a cause
that no longer exists.

We're not a military unit.

We're renegades.

Soldier puppets.

I know that now.

So I'm asking you to
disband this group here now.

Mount up and ride out of here

to whatever homes
you have left to go to.

It'd be easier, lieutenant,
if you'd order us to go.

No more orders, Cady.

I ask you to go.

We'll get you back to camp. Wishbone
will have you fixed up in no time.

I gave you my word
of honor. I meant it.

I never thought any different.

Hit them up!

Move them out!