All language subtitles for Stagecoach.(1966)

Column of twos. Ho!

Close ranks.

Ho!

[groans]

[warriors whooping]

Indians! Back of the army!

Cover. Fire at will!

[gunfire]

[horse neighing]

Indians!

- Over here!
-[men shouting]

[soldier screams]

[screams]

[horse whinnies]

[grunting]

[gunfire]

[screaming]

[clangs]

[jaunty piano music playing]

Yahoo! [whooping]

- Drink!
- Huh?

Hello, handsome.

Yahoo! [whooping]

- Now, Doc...
- It's called an advance against my fee.

Mmm.

Whoo!

I think there's gonna be need
for my services directly.

[man whooping] Yahoo!

- Get your dirty rat hands off her!
- Come on, honey, let's go upstairs.

- Not with you.
- Come on!

Sarge! Sergeant.

You deaf as well as dumb? She said no.
Listen, you care to dance?

Music, Professor.

[music continues]

-[groans]
- That's enough of that. Now, no more.

Sergeant, I told you, no fighting.

- I told you, no fighting.
- You're absolutely right.

- Sergeant, I told you, no fighting.
- I couldn't agree more.

Stop them! Doc!

Hold it, Sarge. Hold it.

Somebody stop them!

Hey, Hatfield, do something!

We better break it up
before they kill each other.

Let the blue bellies fight, gentlemen.
I believe they're evenly matched now.

[patrons clamoring]

-[patrons gasping]
-[man coughing]

[gagging]

[groaning]

MAN 2: Someone stop them.

[grunting]

[groaning]

Attention.

Attention!

All leave's been canceled.

Get your horses.
Form up out front on the double.

Have these men sobered up
and ready to ride.

[Doc] It'll take a miracle.

- Both dead.
- She did it.

Not exactly right, Captain.

- Mallory, isn't it?
- That's right.

- There was a fight.
- Yes, over her.

She started it, taunted them into it.

She's always making trouble
with the soldiers.

They're lying!

They're lying!

You must've seen it. What happened?

Just paying attention to my own business.

And, uh, so were these gentlemen.

Sergeant, send a man for the marshal.

Marshal's out on posse.

That's right. Captain Mallory.

Sergeant, write down these names.

You, what are you called?

Josiah Boone, MD.

Mm-hmm.

A credit to your profession, no doubt.

You?

Well, you do have a name, don't you?

We call her Dallas, sir.

Huh.

And I, sir, am called Hatfield.

You can find me here anytime, Captain.

I'll be pleased to wait your pleasure.

Uh, maybe you think
the army can't touch you

because you're civilians.

Well, bartender,
here's a message you can pass on

to your fellow merchants.

You get rid of your
undesirable elements...

or I'll get rid of them for you.

- Requisition a wagon.
-[soldier] Yes, sir.

- Get those bodies back to the fort.
- Yes, sir.

Jerry...

Jerry, you're not gonna let them do this.

You heard him, Dallas.

You too, Doc.

- Mmm.
- Oh...

You see, my dear,
you and I are both victims

of a disease called social prejudice.

Makes no allowance for beauty,
wit, or a previous service.

Doc, I'm scared.

- Do you think he's gonna lock us up?
-[chuckles]

Who can cage the birds that have flown?

Stage will be here in the morning, honey.

Whoa. Ho.

- Hi, Buck.
- Hi, boys.

- How are things at the junction?
- Oh, fair to middling.

- Have a good trip?
- Not a bad one.

- You ain't gone and lost the payroll?
- Shoot, I ain't looked.

That much money
makes a poor man like me dizzy.

Boys, get these horses changed
quick as you can.

I wanna get on the road.

Ma'am, you might just well get out

and stretch your legs, too.

I mean, your limbs.

We're changing horses here.

Is there any place
where I might get a cup of tea?

You ain't feeling poorly, are you?

No, thank you. I'll be all right.

Well, I may not know about a cup of tea,

but they'd probably serve you
a cup of coffee over yonder at the hotel.

Thank you.

Uh, pardon me, brother.

Am I correct in assuming
that's a liquor emporium?

Well, now, I don't know
what they done to it recently,

but I always figured it's a saloon.

Thank you, brother.

Hey, wait a minute.

You ain't going in yonder
to do no preaching

or anything like that, are you?

Why, they'd shoot you
plumb full of holes, Parson.

Thank you, brother.

But I'm not a parson.

I'm a liquor salesman.

Oh, no, you don't.

No, you don't!

Stop it. Stop it!

No, you don't. No, you don't!

No, no, no, you don't.

Damn!

But, uh, consider, dear madam,
within this trunk

are all the treasured mementos
of my lost youth.

Oh, don't "dear madam" me,
you drunken old deadbeat, you.

This trunk stays right here till I get
the three months' rent you owe me.

- But, madam--
- No! Not another word from you.

You merciless old harridan.

[blows]

Ah, Buck, old boy!
I was about to seek you out.

- Trouble, Doc?
- With one so fair?

Oh, is this not the face
that launched a thousand ships,

and burned the topless towers of Ilium?

Farewell, farewell, fair Helen...

Whoopsie.

No, you don't! No, you don't!

She's too quick for me.

You looking for me, Doc?

Ah, yes, Buck. It seems that my reputation
as a medical practitioner

in this community
has become suspect lately.

I seek fresher fields.

Carry me to Cheyenne, Buck.

Now, Doc, you know the company policy.
Cash on the barrelhead.

Have I not always served your company
faithfully without reward?

Who cured old Nellie of the heaves when
nobody else could get her out of the barn?

- Who did that?
- I got to admit, you did, Doc.

That old mare
is the best dang wheeler in the outfit.

A gallant steed indeed.

A personal loan, a debt of honor, Buck.

- Well, I don't--
- Please, please, please...

All right, just this once.

Every sick and ailing person
in Cheyenne will be grateful.

[chuckles]

Hey, Curly. Hey, Curly.

Open up.

Didn't wake you up, did I, Curly?

You ain't ailing, are you?

No.

I rode all night.

Where's Robby?

He's supposed to ride shotgun for me
to Cheyenne.

Oh, he's out looking for gold...

riding around in circles with the rest
of the chuckleheads on that posse.

Posse?

Yeah. Ringo Kid busted out of the jail.

And the governor's put up $500 reward
for the man that can find him.

Not that anybody's going to.

Busted out?

Shoot, there ain't nobody
ever done that before.

Ringo did.

But now, he's probably
hightailing it for Kansas

after Luke Plummer.

Well, I sure hope so.

Thought you liked the kid.

If he catches up to the Plummers,
they'll kill him.

[chuckles] That's a dead mortal cinch.

That old Luke Plummer's the orneriest
old devil that God ever let live.

Well, on my last trip, I seen him
knock some poor rancher down

and just stomp a mudhole in him
with his boot heels.

- Last trip where?
- Where?

Now where do I ever go
but Cheyenne to Deadwood and back?

You seen Luke Plummer in Cheyenne?

Yeah, him and Matt and Ike Plummer too.

Boy, there's a couple of chips
off the old block.

Old Matt pulled a rancher down
so their old man could stomp--

Buck, shut up and listen.

Now, the Plummers took their herd
to Abilene.

Yeah, but they're back already.

Why do you suppose I's hoping
that the Kid had headed for Kansas?

Ha-- Hand me them boots.

Well, now look, I got to get out of here.
Who am I gonna get to ride shotgun?

- Me.
- You?

- Now what the hell are you--
- Buck, shut up and give me the other boot.

Curly, you ain't got the sense
that God give a goose.

[humming]

Stop your humming, Henry.

Two thousand.

Four, six. Eight.

-[Henry humming]
- Turn them all the way down.

10,000.

You're humming again, Henry.

Sorry, Father Haines.

- Here's your receipt, Sam.
- Thank you, sir.

- Good-bye.
- Yes. Good day, sir.

$10,000.

Did you hear that, Henry?

-$10,000.
- Yes, sir, $10,000.

- Put it in the safe.
- Yes, sir.

Henry.

What's the matter? Are you nervous?

Well, perhaps handling this much money
all at once makes me a bit, uh,

apprehensive, yes, sir.

That was a very smart idea of mine
convincing those mine owners

to deposit their payroll checks
a couple of months in advance.

Oh, yes, I agree, sir. Very, very smart.

Yes, sirree. Money in circulation,

that is the lifeblood of progress
and the backbone of industry.

Ah, everything locked up tight, Henry?

Yes, indeed, sir. Snug as a bug in a rug.

[knocking]

Now who in heaven's name could that be?

They know this bank is closed
until Monday.

Oh, Eloise.

Hello, Father.

Well, I'm certainly glad I came, Henry.

You're not getting on that stage
for Cheyenne.

What do you mean?

Dallas is on that stage.

- Dallas?
- Yes!

Well, who's he?

Not he, Henry, she.

That dance hall creature
that the killing was over.

Oh.

Eloise, Henry has got to take that stage.

He's going to Denver
to arrange for the bank merger.

Well, now just one moment, Father Haines.

Now, if a thing like this is gonna give my
little darling even one moment of worry,

I am prepared to forgo this journey.

Oh, Henry, dear, I trust you.

I just can't bear the thought
of you talking to a creature like that.

Talking?

Why, Eloise Gatewood,
I'm surprised at you.

I wouldn't even glance in the direction
of a creature like that.

- Come on, or you'll miss that stage.
- Oh, Father Haines.

I'll-I'll take this if you don't mind.

It's maybe just the least bit heavy.

My hat? My hat? Oh, yes.

[Curly] Buck.

Oh, ma'am.

Sign here, please.

And if you ever go east, brother,
come out to my house for dinner.

Nobody in St. Louis sets a better table
than my dear, lovely wife.

[humming]

Just been performing
my morning ablutions, Jerry.

That's really the only useful purpose
for agua pura.

That's water to you.

[coughs]

Wondering, my dear fellow.

I know I haven't been of much
economic value to you in the past,

but maybe just a little jot.

- A little-- One for the road.
- Doc, if talk--

If talk was money,
you'd be the best customer I ever had.

Oh, you're the ministering angel, Jerry.

Sure, Doc.

Have a good trip.

Will you be traveling with us
on the stagecoach, Doctor?

I shall indeed.

Your health, Reverend.

My name is Peacock, brother.

I'm not a minister.

-[sneezes]
- He's a whiskey drummer.

[gulps]

How do you do, Mr. Haycock.

- Uh, Peacock.
- Of course, Peacock, Peacock.

An old and honored name.
What have we here? What do we got here?

Oh, nose drops, huh?
Would you allow me, sir?

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

Just lean back gently.

Open your mouth, close your eyes,
and say, "La, la, la, la."

La, la, la, la.

- Why, Doctor?
- It opens the throat passages, you see.

Now lean back once more.
Say, "La, la, la, la, la."

- I., la, la...
- I., la, la

- I., la, la, la.
- I., la, la, la.

- I., la, la.
- I., la, la.

- I., la, la.
- I., la, la.

Yeah, go a little wider.

La, la, la, la, la.

That's fine. A little wider.

- I., la, la, la...
- All aboard, folks!

- Stage to Cheyenne, all aboard.
- I., la, la, la...

- Little louder.
- I., la, la, la.

A little wider.

- I., la, la, la, la.
- Better, huh?

I thought so. It's a good thing for you,
in your condition,

that I happened along.

- What is my condition, Doctor?
- Well, that's right, that's right.

Don't you worry about a thing,
Mr. Petcock,

I'll be constantly at your elbow.

-[sneezes]
- Bless you.

Uh, Doctor, you have my case.

- Huh?
- I have yours.

How could that have happened?

- Oh, pardon me, gentlemen.
- Hey?

- Oh, Mr. Gatewood, I'll put your bag up.
- Oh, thank you, no.

It has some papers in it
that I must study.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

Oh, Dallas, here, I'll put that on top.

Bye-bye, deary. Take care now.

You go see the Turk
when you get to Cheyenne, honey.

He'll find something for you.

Thanks.

This way, Mr. Petlock.

- Uh, Peacock.
- Yes, of course, of course.

Easy, Doc.

[sighs]

Hyah! Hyah!

Hold it there. Hold on.

Whoa.

Colonel asked if you'd deliver
this dispatch

to Captain Mallory in Cheyenne,
as soon as you get there.

Yeah, sure.

We'll be going along with you as far
as the overnight station at Shoshone.

There's a patrol there that will take you
as far as Horseshoe Bend.

Why all this? What's the trouble?

Just rumors so far.

One of patrols is overdue.
Telegraph's been cut.

Before the wire went dead,

we had a report about a Sioux war party
led by Crazy Horse.

Crazy Horse?

- I ain't going--
- Sit down.

- Now, Curly, you--
- And shut up.

Of course, the army has
no authority over you gentlemen,

if you think it's unsafe to make the trip.

This stage is going to Cheyenne,
Lieutenant.

Now you and your soldier boys
can ride along or not, as you please.

- Now, Curly, I ain't gonna go--
- You stay put.

All right, you folks all heard.

Anybody don't wanna make this trip
better get out now.

Whoa! Courage, Mr. Seacock, courage.

Ah, Marshal, I'd like to state
that I have complete confidence

in the United States Army.

As do I, sir.

Captain Mallory is my husband.

Yes, ma'am, I figured that.

I know the captain's been looking forward
to you getting there.

[Curly] Dallas?

Dallas?

I'll take Indians...

as long as they keep me
out of the hands of the army.

You, Reverend?

Well, you see, brother,
I have a wife and eight children.

Bravo! Then you are a man.

Lead on, Curly.

Marshal, I believe
you have room for one more.

I'm offering my protection to this lady.

[Curly] Mr. Hatfield--

If the need arises,
I can shoot fairly straight.

Yes, you've proven that too many times.

Your servant, ma'am.

Hyah! Hyah!

Get outta there!

Queenie, get on there, gal!

Column of twos.

Move out.

Ho!

Nellie, get up there! Nellie!

Get up there now!

Oh, so sorry, Mrs. Mallory.

My, certainly a fine-looking group
of soldier boys back there.

Somehow, I get a tremendous
feeling of pride in my country

when I see the type of young man
who serves in the army.

Of course, none more worthy of praise
than your fine husband, Mrs. Mallory.

Thank you.

It was my good fortune and pleasure
to become acquainted with Captain Mallory

when he banked with us at Dry Fork.

Do I understand that you're going
to join him in Cheyenne?

- Yes, I am.
- Mm-hmm.

Have you met my husband, Mr... Hatfield?

- Only briefly.
-[scoffs]

Long enough to convince some of us
to make this journey.

[laughs]

Tallyho.

It's nothing for you
to concern yourself about, Mrs. Mallory.

- The man is drunk.
- Not yet.

No harm meant, ma'am.

To a swift and joyful reunion
with your beloved husband.

To the right flank, wheel.

Ho!

The cavalry stopped. Whoa. Whoa, boy.

They'll catch up.
Just keep them horses moving.

Hey! Queen!

Get moving there!

Trouble's you, Curly.
You ain't got the slightest idea

of the things that can happen
on a run like this.

Quit your loafing there, Queenie!
Giddyap there, Sam!

Break an axle on the stage, like as not.

Bunch of murdering Indians, just wait--

Nobody's seen any Indians.

But you heard what the lieutenant said.

That shavetail said rumors.

Ain't nobody ever gotten scalped
by no rumor.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hiya, Kid.

Hi, Curly.

Hey, Buck.

Howdy, Kid.

How's the family?

Oh, fine.

- Just fine.
-[Curly] Shut up.

[spurs jingling]

Figured you'd still be out
with one of them posses, Marshal.

How come you're riding shotgun?

How come you ain't in Abilene by now?

'Cause Luke Plummer's in Cheyenne.

Been there by now
if my horse hadn't gone lame.

You got room for another passenger, Buck?

-[Buck] Well, I--
- I'll take that Winchester.

Huh?

Your Winchester.

Oh.

Well, uh, you might need me
and this Winchester, Curly.

I saw a couple of ranches
burning last night.

I guess I haven't made it clear, Kid.

You're under arrest.

Nobody's arguing that, Curly.

[cocks rifle]

Don't do nothing foolish, Kid.

Ho!

What's the trouble, Marshal?

No trouble.

Just picking up another passenger.

[rifle clicks]

Thanks.

Don't mention it, Marshal.

Column of twos. Move out.

[indistinct shouting]

Hey! Hah! Hah!

Get up there! Come on now!

Hah!

I hope I'm not crowding you folks
too much.

Not at all. Not at all.

Very exciting.

You're really the famous Ringo Kid?

My friends just call me Ringo.

It's a nickname I had as a kid.

Well then, we'll just call you Ringo too.

Seems to me I knew your family.

Didn't I set your arm once when you
was a little shaver about that high?

You fell off a horse or something?

[chuckles] I think it was Christmas Eve.

I'd been having a deal with the boys
when your folks sent for me.

Doc Boone.

Indeed I am. Let's have a drink on it.

- Oh, please, Doctor.
- Now, now.

You can ill afford to be selfish
in your condition.

- Well, what is my condition?
- Oh, you're gonna need a lot of attention,

a lot of attention.

A little toddy now and then
is small enough payment

for my valuable professional services.

Ahh. I think it was just after I'd been
discharged from the Union Army,

shortly after the War of the Rebellion--

You mean the war against
the Southern Confederacy.

I mean nothing of the kind.

It was my kid brother broke his arm, Doc.

You did a good job.

Thank you, son. Professional compliments
are always welcome.

Tell me, whatever happened to the boy
whose arm I fixed?

He was murdered along with my dad.

Now I know why you come along with me.

You just fell into more money

than you ever hoped to see
in your whole mortal life.

The Kid's daddy and me was friends.

Yeah.

Everybody knows that.

Nobody knows what a man has to do
for his $40 a month

once he puts on one of these damn things.

Well, I'm getting too old
to hire out for wages.

I never could keep
from drawing to an inside straight,

so that $500 reward's
gonna come in mighty handy.

$500, a fella can get himself
a small ranch.

Start building a herd.

Uh-huh.

That's a mighty lonesome way
to live, though.

La, la, la, la.

- I., la, la, la, la.
- I., la, la, la...

La, la, la, la.

- Dilate a little.
- Dilate a little.

- I., la, la, la.
- I., la, la, la.

- Put out that cigar.
- Why?

You're annoying the lady.

Oh. I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm so fond of the weed myself,

I sometimes forget
it's unpleasant to others.

Excuse me.

You're a gentleman, you'd know better than
to ever smoke in the presence of a lady.

You know, last week,
I took a bullet out of a fella

who'd been shot by a gentleman.

Bullet was in the back.

- What are you insinuating?
- Easy, mister.

Please.

Oh, I didn't realize and I should've.

That's wonderful.

Just wonderful.

I have eight of my own, you know.

Is this gonna be your first?

Yes.

That's why I'm so anxious
to be with my husband.

Bet you wasn't expecting us yet,
was you, Billy?

Just my mares from Dry Fork.

Wasn't hardly expecting you at all.

- Where are the troops?
- Gone.

Nobody here but me and my family.

Couldn't even hold
my wranglers here overnight,

once they heard
it was Crazy Horse on the warpath.

Where did you hear that?

- Captain Mallory.
- Captain Mallory?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Captain Mallory was here?

Yes, ma'am, with his troops.

Left last night for Horseshoe Bend.

[Buck] Well, well.

Guess, we'll just have to
turn around and head back.

Well now, just one moment, please.

I was told
this stage is going to Cheyenne.

Now you've got to take us there.

Pardon me, Mr. Gatewood.

- Doctor.
- Yeah, sure.

Up you go.

- Thank you.
- No, no, wait.

- Just--
- Pardon me.

Marshal, that lady is with child.

Mrs. Mallory.

Hey, the bar open, Billy?

Part of a bottle left, I think.

- Help yourself, Doc.
- Fine.

- Doc, my nose.
- Yes, I want to look into that.

Come along, Mr. Babcock.

- Peacock.
- Yeah.

Marshal...

With the lieutenant
and all of these fine men as our escort,

there's no reason
for these people to be alarmed.

Sorry, sir.
My orders are to deliver you here

and then return.

Lieutenant, that, that was before
we had a clear picture of the situation.

Now, anyone can see
that it's out of the question.

- If, uh--
- Those are my orders, sir.

- Lieutenant...
- I'm sure you'll understand, ma'am.

Lieutenant. In my opinion,
you're making a grave mistake.

I'd hate to see
a promising young officer like yourself

cited for dereliction of duty.

Well, that's a chance
I'm just gonna have to take, sir.

Well now, we got that settled,

Right, we get some fresh horses,

and head off back with the lieutenant.

-[Kid] Curly.
- Hmm?

I think we can get through
all right on our own, don't you?

Now don't you go egging him on, Kid.

I'm driving this outfit, and when them
soldiers go back, I'm going with them.

Billy, I know our district manager's
gonna be mighty pleased when I tell him

how fast you got me that change of horses.

I'll take care of it.

Lieutenant, me and my family
have got most of our belongings loaded.

We'll go back with you, if it's all right.

Of course.

Now, seeing that some of you want to go on
and some of you want to turn back--

Well, any dad-blame fool would know
that the only safe thing to do

-is to turn around and head back.
-[Henry] We're-- We're not afraid.

-[Marshal] All right!
- We paid our money to go to Cheyenne!

- All right!
-[Buck] No yelling.

The only fair way to settle this thing
is we go inside and take a vote.

These passengers is my responsibility,

Anyhow, I didn't hire out
to serve as no target.

Mrs. Mallory.

Inside, Kid.

Ma'am?

You know, Curly,

I'm just about 30-some odd miles
from Cheyenne.

We may not get there.

Depends on how they vote.

I already voted.

In prison.

Mm-hmm! It sure smells good, Mrs. Pickett.

- Are you sure you got enough?
- I think so.

Marshal, since you've taken
the responsibility of riding shotgun,

let me point out
that it is your duty to see to it

that that stage makes it to Cheyenne.

Thanks for your advice, Gatewood.

Thanks, Doc.

But I'd like to hear from the lady first.

Forgive me.

Ma'am.

My husband's in Horseshoe Bend, Marshal.

That's one for going on.

- What's your vote, Hatfield?
- Whoa there, Curly.

Aren't you forgetting your manners?

There's another lady here.

Oh, yeah.

Well, uh, what do you say, Dallas?

Does it matter?

Mr. Gatewood.

Cheyenne.

How about it, Hatfield?

I'll go with the lady.

All right, that's, uh, three for going on.

Doc?

I, sir, by training and experience,
am a fatalist.

Somewhere, sometime, there might be
the right bullet or the wrong bottle

-for Josiah Boone.
- Yes or no?

And having achieved
this philosophical detachment

I have courted danger, I have flaunted it.

During the late war,

when I had the honor to serve
our great president, Abraham Lincoln.

In the midst of shot and shell
when the bat--

Do you want to turn back?

No.

I want another drink.

- Curly, I got an idea--
- Thanks.

What's your vote, Reverend?

Oh, I would like to go on, brother.

I want to reach the bosom
of my dear family

-in St. Louis as quickly as possible.
- All right.

But you realize,
I may never reach that bosom,

if we go on.

Well, what I mean
is that under the circumstances,

I will go back with the bosom.

I mean the soldiers.

Now, Mr. Adcock, just a minute here.

Surely, you're not gonna go back
in your condition.

Well, what is my condition?

[groans] Oh.

Riding all that way in an open wagon
in the biting wind.

If you insist on going back,
I take myself off the case.

I won't be responsible.

Please-- [gulps]
I'm going out with my doctor, Marshal.

- You think it's time for my drops?
- Oh, yes. Mine too.

Lean back, close your eyes.

Say, "La, la, la, la, la, la."

La, la, la, la, la, la.

- That's right. I., la.
- I., la.

- I., la, la, la.
- Ooh, there we are.

- I., la, la.
- Then that's settled.

Apparently no one for turning back.

Well, what about me?

- Now see here, why do, why do you--
- I can speak for myself, thank you!

- Ain't I got no choice?
- No.

Not no more than I have.

Or the Kid there.

Curly, nothing's gonna keep me
out of Cheyenne.

Kid, you're gonna go where I go.

Now here's how I got it figured.

Instead of staying here overnight
like we're supposed to,

we'll just push right on
as soon as we get them horses changed.

Ain't but a couple of hours until dark,
and by then, we--

By then we'll all be dead.

Well, them Indians
will be watching the road!

- When they see us without no soldiers--
- We ain't gonna be on the road, Buck.

We're taking the old trail
over Laramie Ridge.

- At night?
- Yeah.

Why, a billy goat couldn't across
Laramie Ridge after dark.

[Kid] Buck, you sure do worry a lot.

Now, look here, Kid, I don't need you--,

Comes daybreak,
we ought to be in Horseshoe Bend.

- I., la, la, la, la...
- From there on, we'll have the soldiers

to take us the rest of the way.

- Oh, clear as a bell. You're fine.
- Now you folks just relax now

and go ahead and eat your grub.

Uh, you too, Reverend.

- Oh, yes. Feed a cold.
- Buck, give me a hand with them horses.

I've seen some idiotic things in my life,
but this takes the cake.

Got yourself scratched up a bit.

A little.

Getting out?

[Ringo] Staying in.

Yeah.

Would you care for some salt,
Mrs. Mallory?

No, thank you.

Here you are, ma'am. Want to sit down?

No, thank you.

I'd rather be over here.

I'll take this before it gets cold.

[spurs jingling]

Did you see that?

That, that convict stole my food.

Uh, pass the bread.

Mind if I sit here?

Suit yourself.

Thank you, ma'am.

Been quite some time
since I sat down to eat with a lady.

I appreciate it.

You trying to be funny
with a smart jackass crack?

No, ma'am.

Sure didn't mean no offense.

I guess it ain't easy breaking out of the
pen and into polite society all at once.

Well, you ain't made it yet.

There's, uh, no lady here so you can, uh,
stop all that "ma'am" hogwash.

I'll get the sugar.

You ever been in Dry Fork?

Oh, many times.

Remember the Oriental saloon?

[chuckles] Sure do.

Well, I was one of the girls.

I'd best get the sugar.
Your coffee will get cold.

Look, I'm trying to tell you,
you have to sit here with me.

And I'm trying to tell you...

how obliged I'd be if you'd let me.

Doctor, may I have the butter, please?

Pass it.

- Thank you.
- Ma'am, if you're through...

Thank you.

Is there something else
I could get you instead, Mrs. Mallory?

- No, thank you, I'm just not very hungry.
- Hmm.

Uh, perhaps you'd like to step outside

for a breath of fresh air?

Yes, please.

Better?

Perhaps a drink of cool water?

Please.

You're very kind to me.

Why?

You brought back
another time and place for me.

Are you from Virginia?

Yes, ma'am.

Have we met before?

I served in your father's regiment.

Really?

Well, I don't seem to recall any Hatfield.

Why...

this coat of arms, it's Ashbourne Manor.

I wouldn't know, Mrs. Mallory.

I won the cup in a wager.

Be a while before you see
any more apple pie

where they'll put you.

Maybe.

But first I'll finish
what I broke out to do.

You think Curly's gonna let you?

- He never takes his eyes off you.
- He'll blink.

What you do to make them put you in there?

They say I killed a man.

Shot him in the back.

Did you?

That's what they say.

Well, we got the horses changed.
I'm gonna grab some grub.

No, you ain't got time.
Let's go, folks. Gotta load up.

[Boone] Mr. Hancock.

-[Curly] Kid.
-[Peacock] Yes, Doctor.

Come on.

We better hurry, Dallas.

-[Dallas] Buck?
- Yeah?

You ever hear how Ringo
came to shoot that man in the back?

I was at the trial.

Heard Luke Plummer say
that's what the Kid done.

Then it ain't true?

Hell, Plummer wound up with all
of Kid's family's land and cattle.

I'd been on that jury,

if it had been Luke Plummer
that was standing trial.

-[Curly] Buck, get on out here!
- Yeah, yeah!

- Doctor--
- Oh, soon, soon.

Up we go.
Mr. Gatewood, want to put your bag on top?

Oh, no. I'll keep it with me
right into Cheyenne. Thank you.

[Buck] Whoa.

[cattle lowing]

All right, get on.

Here you go! Hah!

Get on now!

[thunder crashing]

You know we still got time
to turn around and go back.

Curly, why don't you say something?

You've been talking all day, Buck,
and you still ain't making any sense.

All right, here's something
that makes sense.

If we ever get to Cheyenne, which I doubt,

I'd just let them shoot it out
amongst themselves.

Let who?

Who?

Luke Plummer and the Kid.
Who do you suppose?

Oh, Luke could kill the Kid in a gunfight.
You know that.

I ain't so sure about that.

Well, even if Ringo got lucky,
and left that old buzzard belly side up,

there'd still be the sons.

You know damn well
it'd be three against one.

No, the only safe place for the Kid
right now is back in the pen.

[thunderclaps]

[horse whinnying]

Whoa. Whoa, girl.

Easy there.

I told you we couldn't cross this ridge
after dark!

I said it. But, oh, no,
you always know everything!

Shut up, Buck.

[horses whinnying]

How's it look, Kid?

We can heave it out of the way,
but it'll take all of us.

We're gonna need you men to help out here,
all of you!

Here we go, Reverend.
Once more into the breach.

- Shoulders to the wheel.
- Yeah.

All right now. Don't worry about a thing.
Just come along.

[bottle shatters]

All right.

- Oh... oh...
- I'm with you.

- Here we go.
- Be careful, Doctor.

[horse whinnies]

You coming, Haywood?

Gatewood.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, oh, yes, indeed.

- Come on.
- We've all got to do our part to help.

This stage has got to get through.

Uh, Mrs. Mallory, uh, here, uh,

wouldn't you be more comfortable
with your feet up?

We may be here quite a while.

Thank you.

I admire your courtesy, Gatewood.

Oh, please, please don't mention it.

Thank you.

Oh!

Well, well, well.

Here we are,
waiting to fall off a mountain,

if the Indians don't get us first.

And both of us owing it to the same man.

Big, black-haired, brown-eyed
wonder of a Captain Mallory.

Funny, ain't it?

You don't know my husband.

You couldn't.

Ooh, I wish you were right.

He invited you
to leave the old plantation.

And he invited me
to get my bustle out of town.

Along with poor old Doc out there.

Jim wouldn't do a thing like that.

Honey, you may sleep with him,
but you sure don't know him.

Hey! Is this thing ever
gonna get moving again?

Okay, let's go.

Up.

Up.

[thunder crashes]

All right.
You'd better get on back inside the...

Wait a minute!

Ringo!

Anybody see him go?

Ringo!

Ringo!

What you so riled up about, Curly?

I was just getting a look
at the trail up ahead.

Yeah.

You stay close by, boy.

Sure, Curly. Sure.

Wouldn't have it no other way,

till we get to Cheyenne.

There's a sharp curve up ahead
and it gets kind of steep and narrow too.

- But I figure we can make it.
- Make it?

- Kid, you're out of your damn mind.
- Oh, shut up, Buck.

Now it'll take both of you up there.

One on the break and one on the line.

If anybody wants these dad-blamed lines,
they can crawl up here and get them.

- I ain't gonna drive this team through--
- You won't have to, Buck.

I'll be up front leading them for you.

Now, what do you think, Curly?

- Yeah.
- Gentlemen, I think if you don't mind,

I'll just get my traveling bag
and follow along on foot.

- Uh, perhaps we all should walk.
-[sneezing]

- All of us can.
- There ain't nobody walking.

Oh, you mean Mrs. Mallory.

Well, that's right, sir--

I want all of you aboard and crowded over
on the inside as far as you can.

We're gonna need every ounce of weight
to keep this thing on the trail.

Oh, now, just one moment. That's not fair!

I mean this should be
an individual choice.

All we need is your weight, Gatewood,
alive or dead.

- I--
- Mr. Gatewood,

We're gonna do what's best for most.

Now you get in.

All right, move over, bub.

Here we go!

Up.

-[thunder crashes]
-[horse whinnies]

Ready, Buck?

No, I ain't, and what's more,
I ain't about to be!

Lead out, Kid.

Peter, Tally, jeez, we're outta here!

Come on there, now!

Giddyap! Giddyap!

[thunder crashing]

[Buck] Get on, now!

Whoa, Queenie! Whoa!

Hold them in, Buck! Hold up!

What in the hell did you think
I was trying to do?

Whoa, Harold!

Whoa, boy!

Whoa, Harold, you jackass, you!

Whoa!

Hold them, Buck! Hold them!

[Ringo] Pull them, back!

[Buck] Whoa, Queenie!

Whoa, Harold!

-[Ringo] Hold them, Buck!
-[Buck] Whoa, boy!

[Curly] Hold them.

[whinnying]

That don't look right, Curly.

Let it go!

[whinnying]

Move them, Buck. Come on, move them!

Giddyap! Hey! Hah!

Get out of there! Hyah!

-[horses whinnying]
- Curly. Let's have them back.

[Ringo] Way to move.

[Buck] Get it out of there!

Dig in there! Dig!

[Buck] Giddyap! Hah! Hah!

Giddyap, boy!

[Ringo] Get down.

- Whoa. Whoa!
- Hold them, Buck! Hold them!

All right, all right!

Ringo? Ringo!

Ringo!

Are you all right?

You look like you were really worried,
Curly.

[chuckles]

[both laughing]

Whoo-hoo! Horseshoe Bend!

Horseshoe Bend, folks!

Ah, yeah!

La, la, la. I., la, la.

No, not now.

Giddyap!

La, la, la, la, la!

Hitch. Ho! Ho, ho, ho.

No, Kid, you stay here.

[flies buzzing]

CURLY: More?

Five, six, eight, maybe more.

It's hard to tell.

Mrs. Mallory, don't go in there.

My husband may be in there.

And if they're all as bad as that, then
I'm the only one who could recognize him.

Please, ma'am.

I must.

[flies buzzing]

- Marshal.
- Ma'am.

Captain Mallory is not among those men.

Oh, that's wonderful, Mrs. Mallory.

Well, we can get going then, Marshal, hmm?

Not before my husband's men
are given a decent burial.

Mrs. Mallory,
you're a good and noble woman,

but at a time like this,
you should think of...

of, of, of yourself
and, and us, all of us.

- Think of the living.
- Mr. Gatewood, I insist.

Now, Mrs. Mallory,
this is the prerogative of--

I insist!

[gasps]

Ah!

Doc? Doc?

Ringo, get the doctor.

Hey, Doc. Doc, we need you over there.
The lady's sick.

Thank you, Reverend.

All we need at a time like this--
a sick woman on our hands.

I think I feel a little sick myself.

Do you think it's her time, Doctor?

Doctor?

What's the matter?
Don't you know what those things are?

Mm-mmm.

I ain't even sure that the doc won't
bring that baby in his little black bag.

[both laughing]

Do you have to make a circus out of this?
Why you cheap, no-good--

- Now, watch it, Mr. Hatfield.
- No, no, no, let him say it.

Go ahead, tinhorn, say it.

- What's going on here?
- Just nerves, Marshal.

Mr. Hatfield, I know it's hard,
but you must try to calm yourself, sir.

Well, how is she?

Did you make some coffee?

Well, I-- I found something
on the stove here.

Looks more like coal oil.

That'll be even better.

Some salt.

S-Salt?

Uh-huh.

A lot of salt.

Oh, get a lot of that.

I think you better
go in there with her, Dallas.

- Me?
- Yeah, she's awake.

She's frightened.

I think it's better
that she's not left alone.

Well, let her fancy man
over there hold her hand.

Or the reverend.

I ain't nobody's nursemaid.

She needs a woman.

Not any woman. She don't want me, Doc.

Come on now, quit tearing at yourself
and do like the doc says.

Come on.

[gasps]

[groaning]

[exhales]

[breathes heavily]

[groans]

Hurts even when you're a lady, huh?

[groaning]

Go ahead and scream.

That's what I'd do.

Scream.

[gasps]

[screams]

[screaming]

No. Don't be afraid.
That's good. That means it's started.

More.

- Doc, that's four. Now you're gonna bust.
- More, more.

Salt's working.

The salt's working!

[coughing]

[retching]

Doc...

Water? No.

- Whiskey.
- Doc.

Friend, if you just open up
your little treasure chest there.

Boone, you take a drink and I'll kill you.

No. If he needs it--

I need it.

- Bourbon or rye?
- Doesn't matter.

Just take the cork out of the bottle.

Now, pour it over my hands.

Go ahead.

It's a sterilization.

It's a device we army surgeons
found very useful in the field.

So you can cool down, my rebel friend.

A little more.

Mmm!

The elixir of life.

If one of you gentlemen
will just open the door, please.

This way, Doctor.

It's unheard of.

Twelve hours. Twelve whole hours.

Sometimes it takes longer.

My third daughter... No, my, my second.

I'm talking of time lost,

you silly little man.

- I've been meaning to tell you--
- I suggest you both keep quiet

before I lose my temper.

Well, I'm gonna take the watch
for a while,

and let Buck come on back in here.

Let's go, Kid.

I want you with me.

[horses whinnying]

- You stay here.
- What is it?

What happened?

What happened?

Savages!

It's Waldo, Waldo Coo.
He runs this stage station.

Hello, Kid.

- How you like my new wife?
- Fine.

But-- But she's a savage.

Of course. Full-blooded Sioux.

Good business.

Sioux trader have Sioux wife.

She from Crazy Horse's people.

[Curly] Yeah.

Well, Waldo, that's what I
want to talk to you about.

How come you were gone
at just the right time?

Army say no stage come.

Leave squaw soldier here.

We go along with Captain
to Cheyenne to find surprise.

And you, you didn't have any trouble
getting back here?

Oh, no. See nobody.

Come on, honey.

We go kitchen.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

Say, that's wonderful.
Did you hear what he said?

He didn't see anybody. The way's clear.
We can hitch up the horses and, uh--

[Hatfield] And what?

Are you suggesting
we leave Mrs. Mallory behind?

N--

That's a good idea.

Yeah, yeah.
She has the-the doctor with her.

And, uh, you can stay too, if you like.

That way she'll be safe.

Well, I thought it was a good idea he had.

I don't know.

- We took a vote.
- We took a vote to go to Cheyenne, right?

- Together.
- There was nothing about together.

Anyway, this will be better and safer.

We, we'll get through and then, uh...

well, we'll send back soldiers
to protect you.

[door opens]

[baby cooing]

Well, I'll be doggone.

I'll be doggone.

Uh, let's, uh, take a look.

-[cooing]
-[Buck] I'll be doggone!

[Dallas] It's a little girl.

- Well, I'll be...
-[laughs]

Uh, uh, look here.

Thank you. Not in my condition.

How is Mrs. Mallory?

She's gonna be all right.

That lady is tougher than you think.

I, uh... look, Dallas...

- Thank you.
-[baby cooing]

[Buck] Well, I'll be doggone.

Well, Buck, you just picked yourself up
another passenger!

Looks like it.

[sighs]

Bar's open, boys. Drinks on the house.

- I'm gonna drink to the good Doc.
- And so will I.

-[Buck] I'll join you, gentlemen.
-[Curly] Right back at you.

[Peacock] Gentlemen, please.

Gentlemen, please.

[men laughing]

-[Doc groans]
-[Buck] Yeah. Three cheers for Doc!

[men cheering]

Yes, sir.

Very sorry.

Uh, perhaps you don't understand.
I-- I need a horse very badly.

I said very sorry.

You can name your own price.

- I'm willing to offer $25.
- I tell you, no can do.

Fifty. Fifty dollars.
I don't care what kind of a horse it is.

Any old horse. A pack horse will do.

All right, $100. That's my final offer.

Waldo, are you listening?

I'm offering you 100.

$100 for a horse.

No sale.

No sale.

[horse blustering]

[horse snorts]

That's it.

That's it, boy.

Ain't you even planning to say good-bye
before you're going?

[chuckles]

Forgot your hat.

Dallas, honey.

Thank you.

Dallas, this is what I call real luck.

Ever since the stage
pulled out of Dry Fork,

I've been trying to find some way
to get you alone for a minute.

Mmm. Looks like
we almost missed each other.

I was coming in
in just a minute to look for you.

Sure.

[sighs]

It's been a long time, huh?

Sure.

Where you going?

Where are you going, Henry?

To Cheyenne.

I've got to make it there fast as I can.
It's important, believe me.

Oh, I do.

And that's exactly
what the marshal should know.

That you were stealing
one of the coach horses to get there.

Dallas. You wouldn't tell the marshal.

Why would you do a thing like that?

You've always kept
our little secret so well.

Help me keep this one.

Cheyenne's only the first stop. Denver.

In Denver, I've got the biggest
business deal you ever heard of.

That's why I was coming in just now--
to get you and take you with me to Denver.

- But then, you'd have to steal two horses.
- What's the difference, one or two?

Dallas, honey,

Just imagine yourself in the big city.

Living in fine hotels.
Nobody would know you.

You'd be a queen, wearing
beautiful clothes, beautiful jewels.

All those things I'd get you
when my big deal goes through.

You'll... you'd like that.

- Wouldn't you, darling?
- Yeah.

Except there's only one thing wrong,
Henry.

Yeah? What's that?

You'd be there.

Oh, I see.
You'd prefer to wind up in Cheyenne

with some drunken, sweat stinking...

No.

I didn't mean that.

I was just joking.

Please, I didn't mean it.

Forgive me.

You have any idea what they'd do to me
if they found out?

Yeah.

Kill you.

[door opens]

Dallas?

[horse neighing]

[sighs]

He bothering you?

Customer's always right.

Nothing changes.

Oh, yes, it does.

If you really want it to.

- Preaching?
- No.

Just a little friendly advice, huh?

That's right.

From you?

Why not?

'Cause you should be taking advice,
not giving it.

Well, I make out.

Sure.

Sure. You, uh, you get real lucky,
you'll wind up facedown on the dirt

with Luke Plummer's bullets in your head.

Then they won't have to lock you up
and finish that job on your back.

Why'd they do that to you?

Ooh, strange kind of fella ran the prison.

Every Saturday night, he got drunk
and kind of took it out on me.

But he won't be doing that anymore.

Why? Are you gonna plead with him?

I don't have to.

Before I left, I broke both his arms.

Now, what are you doing about your scars?

You got them, you know.

Even if they don't show.

I'll tell you what you're doing. Nothing!

Shut up.

You took a whipping in Dry Fork.

Now you're crawling to Cheyenne
for another one.

Shut up!

When are you gonna stand up
and stop crawling?

- Shut up! [shouts]
- Tell me--

And after watching how you did
for that lady and her baby...

I thought you were changed.

And I liked you for it.

That's what I came out here to tell you.

I liked you.

[Curly] Ringo?

Ringo.

What are you doing out here?

Oh. Oh, Dallas.

Look, I think both of you
better get back inside.

Chow's on, anyway.

All right, let's move, Kid.

Come on. Now, I told you to stay close by.

[baby cooing]

How can I thank you?

No need to.

- Mrs. Mallory?
- Hmm?

I really never knew your husband.

Well, you're looking pretty chipper
this morning.

Didn't expect
to see you up so early, Dallas.

She hasn't slept all night.

Oh, I slept in the chair a lot.

[chuckles] Bet you did.

Well, how are you feeling?

Fine, just a little tired.

Dallas, you think you could rustle her up
a little warm broth?

I tried to get her to take some earlier.

Oh, here now, you have to eat, my dear.

Have to get your strength back,
so we can deliver

Captain Mallory's new family.

All right, in a little while.

I'll, uh... try and get this heated up.

Like I said, I never knew him.

- What's the matter, Dallas?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

It's a beautiful baby.

Let me tell you something, my dear.

Every new one, no matter whose,
is the most wonderful.

- Doc, do me a favor.
- Mm-hmm.

See if you can get Ringo
to come back to the kitchen.

Well, they're both doing just about
as well as can be expected.

I must say, she's a real soldier's wife,
that little lady.

That's wonderful news, Doctor.
We can get started now, Marshal.

Oh, not for a day or so,
if you want my professional opinion.

But you said they were doing well.

Well, lying in bed,
being waited on hand and foot's

not the same as bouncing around
the mountains in a stagecoach.

She needs a little time
to regain her strength.

This is the most demented conversation
I've ever listened to.

We're risking our lives staying here!
We've got to hitch up and go!

Nobody's doing anything
to endanger that lady or child.

Danger?

Have you forgotten what
this place was like when we drove up?

Now, those were armed cavalrymen.

All right, all right!

This ain't getting us anywhere.

Let's just quiet down and talk sensible.

Curly's right.

Say, uh, you don't need the Kid here
for this confab, do you?

He does what I tell him to.

Why don't you go out and see
if you can get some fresh coffee going?

- All right, go ahead.
- I go too.

You stay. I still got
a couple of questions for you.

Now, let's just sit here
and argue this thing out right.

We've got to go ahead!

I don't know. You may be right...

Some 30-odd miles from Cheyenne,
the chances of Crazy Horse being there...

Um, Doc sent me in to make some coffee,
but I see you're already doing it.

I asked him to.

I moved your saddle from the--
from the coach to the shed,

Waldo's pack horses tied up in the corral.

Here's your rifle.

When did you do all this?

Thinking what you said last night
kept me awake.

[men arguing]

I had plenty time.

Take it. What are you waiting for?

Well, what about you?

You're gonna clear the slate
if you shoot three men.

Girl like me, you know how many men
I'd have to shoot?

What chance do I have?

Well, it depends.

On what?

On a lot of things.

If you had the right man's arm to lean on,
the slate would be clean.

You think there is such a man?

Could be.

You?

Soon as I've finished
what I've got to do in Cheyenne.

Can't lean on a dead man.

- You could be figuring it wrong.
- No.

No, you're a loser, just like me.

Tell me when you ever won.

Tell me.

Never.

Well, now's your chance.

Can't be more than 20 miles
to the territory line from here.

Take the horse, go.

I'll meet you wherever you say.

Oh, Ringo!

[crying]

Why are you crying?

Why?

Oh... oh...

You wouldn't understand.

But I would try.

You're the best thing
that's ever come in my life.

Oh, God, I don't...

I don't want to lose you.

You won't.

Well, then forget about Luke Plummer.

Make me more important.

HENRY: We're wasting time.
Do you realize it's Monday morning?

A full day is gone!

Business is opening up everywhere, bang!

We've got to get to Cheyenne
as quickly as we can.

HATFIELD: Just a minute,
there's still Mrs. Mallory

-to consider, and the baby--
- Exactly!

Well, Doc, do you think she might be
strong enough to moved by tonight? Hmm?

Well, what about it, Doc?

Hey, Doc!

Doggone it, Doc! Pay attention.
This here is serious.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Now, uh, nighttime would be just right.

We can turn around
and go back the way we come--

Will you stop talking about going back?

But there weren't no Indians behind us.

Well, that doesn't mean
that there aren't no Indians there now!

What about Mrs. Mallory and the baby?
The good doctor hasn't said that--

I have already given you gentlemen
my professional opinion.

- And I'm gonna make sure it's respected.
-[coins clink]

Well, thank you, sir.

Coming from you, I consider that
a genuine compliment.

[coins clink]

Go on.

I just wish I could take you with me.

Both of us on this horse,
wouldn't neither of us make it.

Neither would they
if we took one of theirs.

You'll be waiting in Santa Fe?

A week won't be any longer. Now go on.

Please.

[Curly] Ringo!

Please!

Ringo!

Ringo!

- Get down.
- I ain't going anywhere.

You're damn right, you ain't.

You know what I think?

I think we take the cuffs off that Kid,
we'd have ourselves another gun up here.

Wouldn't hurt nothing, you know?
Kid's a pretty fair hand.

- Shut up and drive.
- Now that ain't no way to talk--

And if you got to talk,
talk to them horses.

Giddyap there! Charlie! Hah!

Driver? Can't you go any faster?

There, shh.

You're gonna wake the baby.

A man waits all of his life
for a chance to better himself

and ends up in a trap like this.

Do you see any savages, brother?

See them?

Brother, let me tell you something.
By the time you see them, it's too late.

Oh, dear.

I'm with you, friend.

If we'd have gone on yesterday,
the way I wanted to,

we'd be safely in Cheyenne by now.

Gatewood, you talk too much.

You know, Mr. Hatfield,
you don't faze me in the least.

Despite your clever, clever ways,
you're just a tinhorn gambler.

Mister, if I was you,
I'd save some of that fight.

You're just liable to need it.

When I want the advice of a convict,
I'll request it.

You're the misfits the marshal sided with.
A fine conglomerate.

Saloon dregs.

Gatewood, you address one more word
to either one of those ladies

- Please, gentlemen!
-and I'll put a bullet through your head!

No, wait a minute! Let him do it.

- All right, go ahead. Go ahead!
-[baby crying]

Quiet. Now look what you've done.

You ought to be ashamed.

Ashamed.

Now I'm all perspired.

Hah!

Johnson Fork's right the other side
of this rise, ain't it?

Yep.

Then Seven Mile Point,
Rimrock and then Cheyenne.

Hyah-yah! Hah!

Sure would like to give them
a little breather when we get up on top.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[Buck] Cavalry.

Cavalry! All right, Curly,
we made it, Curly! We made it!

You folks can rest easy now.

We got the army now to escort us in.

Oh, well, I guess that
proves the old adage,

"It's always darkest--"

I think I owe everyone an apology.

Uh, if you can find it
in your hearts to forgive...

Uh, I must admit that, uh,
once or twice back there

I was, uh, well, I behaved rather badly.

And I like to think that, uh...

- No one holds any hard feelings.
-[baby crying]

I-- I...

I've-- We, we've all
been under a terrible strain.

Haven't we?

Perhaps you'd like
to change places now, Miss Dallas.

I think you'd be more comfortable
here by the window.

Thanks, but it really doesn't matter now.

[Peacock] Ladies and gentlemen, I...

I must say this has been most interesting.

All and all, exciting, really.

I certainly will have
many thrilling stories

to tell Agatha and the children.

[chuckles]

My dear Peabody,
you sound as if you enjoyed it.

Well, I...

Yes, I, I'm afraid I did.

Well, old friend, I really think
such a fortuitous turn of event

calls for a little toddy for the body.

- Well...
-[gunfire]

[Ringo] Get down on the floor.

- Mrs. Mallory, down.
-[baby crying]

[Buck yelling indistinctly]

Hyah! Get along!

Curly, over there, over there!

Hyah! Hah!

Hyah! Hah!

Curly...

[whooping]

Give me that Winchester.

[horse whinnies]

[whooping]

[bullet ricochets]

Hyah! Hah! Get outta there!

-[bullet ricochets]
- Faster, you fool!

Can't you see they're gaining?

Shut up and use this.

Queenie, get outta there now! Hyah!

Get on there, Queenie!

Hah! Hah! Get on! Hah!

[horse whinnying]

Get outta there! Get on, now!

Get outta there, foul little beast, you!

Dig her hard!

Oh!

Why, I'm hit, Curly!
I lost some of the rein.

- The reins, Curly!
- Ringo!

[gunfire]

[firing continues]

[blows]

[screams]

[firing continues]

Hyah!

Watch out!

Hyah!

[horse whinnying]

Hah! Hah!

Hyah! Giddyap there!

[baby crying]

Hyah! Hah!

Giddyap! Hah!

[whooping]

Hyah! Hah! Hah!

[whooping]

[whooping]

[gunfire]

Hyah! Hyah!

Giddyap!

[horse whinnying]

Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!

[whooping]

Hyah!

Hah!

Hah!

[Buck] Hold it now!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, Curly, Curly!

Whoa, boys.

Whoa, steady.

Whoa, steady!

Curly!

Everybody out and take cover.

Come on. Stay low.

[baby crying]

[horse whinnies]

[baby crying]

[horse whinnies]

[whooping]

[yipping]

[screaming]

[baby cries]

- Here.
- Here, Kid.

[Boone] Hey, Hatfield.

Man, this is better than
Little Round Top at Gettysburg.

-[whooping]
-[rapid hoofbeats]

[baby crying]

-[gunfire]
-[whooping continues]

Here, Reverend, take this.

Smite them hip and thigh.

Madam.

Madam, if you should ever
happen to-- to run in...

to Judge Ashbourne...

Be so kind as to tell him
what happened to his son.

You leave out the rest, huh? Huh?

[firing continues]

-[gunfire fades]
-[whooping fades]

I guess that was it.

I guess it was.

Whoa, whoa.

By golly, it can't be much past midnight.
Wonder where everybody's at.

What did you expect, a brass band?

I'll be damned, Buck, you got through.

Got through?

[chuckles] We just shot the hell
out of Crazy Horse

and his whole dang war party.

There must have been 500 of them.

Well, 50, anyhow.

-[gunfire]
-[woman screaming]

-[woman laughing]
-[jaunty piano music playing]

What's going on here?

Sure glad to see you, Marshal.

- Why?
- The Plummers.

They took over the El Dorado.
Been at it two solid days now.

-[rifle cocks]
- Drop it.

Five minutes, Curly. You owe it to me.

I said drop it, Kid.

I got an important message for you,
Marshal.

That can wait. Just keep this on him.

You folks go on inside.

Ringo.

I'm begging you.

Don't.

Look, Kid...

I'm beholden to you. We all are.

Then show it!

I aim to.

How? By letting me rot in the pen
while you collect the reward?

That reward is mine, dead or alive.

It's time to keep you
from getting yourself killed.

I'm gonna talk to the warden.
I'll tell him what you done.

Tell him you'll give yourself up.

I'd go easy on you, Kid.
I promise you that.

A year from now, you'll be a free man.

As long as them Plummers are alive,
I won't be any kind of a man.

Marshal?

One of them named Gatewood, ain't he?

Yeah. Why?

That message said he stole a payroll
right out of his own bank.

$10,000.

Came over the wire first thing,
soon as it was fixed.

Where's Gatewood?

- You mean he got away?
- Got away with what?

That little satchel he had
was full of stolen money.

Now one of you
must have seen where he went.

Ask me, sir. I knew it.

I knew it all the time.
Those shifty little eyes.

Well, Reverend, where'd he go?

Where are those red devils?

Bring them on!

-[baby crying]
- Yahoo!

Doctor, this medicine
has cured my condition.

Well, what is your condition?

I don't know,
but I never felt better in my life.

He went out the other door of the coach
while you were so busy chaining up Ringo.

Last time I saw, he was making
a beeline for the El Dorado.

[piano playing]

What are you waiting for, Marshal?

Where's your sheriff?

Gone fishing, just like he always does
when the Plummers come to town.

Makes you the only man in town
with a badge on, Marshal.

Unless you plan on going fishing too.

You talk too much, mister.
Curly, let me go with you.

I want you to keep your eye on him.

And if anything happens to me,
put him where he'll be safe

until the sheriff gets back.

Curly.

Curly!

[woman laughing]

[piano continues]

[Luke laughing]

Here comes the marshal, Daddy.

All right, everybody up. Party's over.

- I thought you said that--
- I said the party's over!

- Let's get out of here.
- Hey, you, too.

[music ends]

Now, uh...

what were you saying?

Uh, a thousand dollars.

Huh?

A thousand dollars,
the minute we, uh, get to Salt Lake.

I'll even make it $1,500,
if we can leave this very minute.

Ain't no hurry, as far as I can see.

W-- Well, you see...

You stay put, boy.

Didn't nobody tell you, Marshal?

This here's a private party.

I want that man.

The fellow with the little bag?

He's my guest.

- We've been breaking bread together.
- Let's go, Gatewood.

Now, Luke, if he tries to draw, kill him.

I told you to stay put, boy!

- I don't take to your manners, Curly.
- I'm here to make an arrest.

Come busting into a place
where you don't even have an invite,

start yelling about killing people.

Well...

if you want this fella, you got him.

But, uh, first you gotta go out
and turn that Ringo pup loose.

Now don't push me, Luke.

- You wanna kill me too?
- If I have to.

A God-fearing,

peace-loving, law-abiding citizen like me.

Well...

if you want him, you got him.

[gunshot]

[groaning]

You did just fine, boy.

He'll be walking on sticks for years.

[groaning]

[laughing]

[all laughing]

Hey! You better come and get Curly.

He's had a little accident.

Turn me loose!

Turn me loose!

Get these off me.

[gun cocks]

Turn him loose.

Ringo!

[spurs jingling]

Well now, here we do you a kindness,

and all the time
you're figuring to run off

without so much as a by-your-leave.

I, uh-- I told you when I came, that I'm
in a terrible hurry to get to Denver.

Salt Lake.

Yes.

Must be this violence.
I-- I don't like violence.

- I said I didn't want any violence.
- Now don't you worry.

I ain't gonna let nothing happen to you.

You're my partner. [laughs]

Not partner.

A thousand dollars.

1,500.

I said maybe 1,500.

Oh...

Well, now, this money...

it's, uh, in Denver, huh?

Yes, in Denver.

When we get...

[chuckling]

I-- I mean, Salt Lake.

I said Salt Lake first, you, you remember?

May, uh...

Maybe all this blood's got you
a little mixed up.

You've been changing your story so much,

I've kinda lost faith in you.

You can trust me, Mr. Plummer.
Really you can.

Oh, good.

I'll give you some of the money right now.

And then...

[laughs]

You know, son,

I think this man's
been lying to us all along.

No, no. I wouldn't lie to you.

This money belongs to the bank.
It doesn't belong to me.

You see, Matthew?

Truth will out.

- I'm in, mister.
-[gunshot]

Now get the money, Matthew.

[Ringo] Plummer!

It's Ringo!

Come on out!

As the good book says,

"Everything comes to him who waits."

I said, "waits."

Stand up like a man

and choose your own time.

-[gunshot]
-[bullet ricochets]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[Luke laughing]

-[Luke] Matthew?
-[Matthew] Yes, Daddy?

[Luke] Patience, son.

Bide your time.

[Matthew] Uh... Oh, yes, Daddy.

-[gunshot]
-[glass shatters]

[Matthew screaming]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[gunshots continue]

[Luke laughing]

You're gonna see your daddy
in hell real soon.

You give him my best regards.

-[gunshot]
-[groaning]

[gunshots]

[men clamoring]

How is he, Doc?

Well, ask me.

I'm hurting like hell.

I'm $500 poorer.

Why don't you get that buckboard
over there

'fore that chuckle-headed sheriff
gets back here?

What are you waiting for?

Go on, get the hell out of here,
both of you.

La, la, la, la, la, la.

La, la, la, la, la.

Get!

♪ Oh, my darling, if you love me ♪

♪ Help me to be brave ♪

♪ I'll gather flowers on the hill ♪

♪ To place upon my grave ♪

♪ I'm taking the stagecoach
That's leaving for Cheyenne ♪

♪ So, darling, please kiss me good-bye ♪

♪ 'Cause someone is waiting
To meet me in Cheyenne ♪

♪ And one of us two has to die ♪

♪ One of us two has to die ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, if you love me ♪

♪ Help me to be brave ♪

♪ I'll gather flowers on the hill ♪

♪ To place upon my grave ♪