All language subtitles for Comanche.Moon.E02.HDTV.XviD-FQM

Austin, Texas 1858

Up, boys, up!

Comanches, they're nearly on us!

Let's git!

Pearl...

Billy...

Billy!

Billy!

Pearl...

Oh, My God!

Oh, Mrs. Forsythe!

The dead...

Them's the lucky ones.

Don't say that, Pearl!

No, Maggie...

I'm ruined.

Bill won't have me now.

And it's my fault.

He give me a gun to kill myself with.

But they was on me too quick.

Five of them was at me, Maggie.

All right.

Oh, I'm shamed forever.

it gets lonely not having no woman to
hold onto when you bunk down at night.

That's why I turn to patrol at night.

I don't bunk too much.

I don't know that little
Maggie Tilton well,

but I do know she wasn't
meant to be no whore.

She was meant to be a wife.

That's my view, too, Woodrow.

So the sooner you give up and marry
her, the happier me and Billy will be.

Amen.

I didn't know I was put on this
earth to make the two of you happy,

I do miss my Pearl, though.

they're shooting, men!

Comanches for sure!

Hey, hey, hey, hold on, hold on.

I know this old pup.

Hey, this is howler-- this is
that old bear hunter's dog.

Lookee there.

Ben Lilly.

Bet that old scamp has killed a bruin.

There you are, Famous Shoes.

Any word on Scull?

I remember Scull.

Took him on a hunt once in a canebrake.

He wounded a big old boar bear
and went in right after him.

Not every man will run into
a canebrake like Scull did.

We need more recent news.

Ahumado has Scull in a pit.

He wants a ransom for him.

Ben Lilly and I have
mostly been burying people.

There's no shortage of burial
work between here and Austin.

Not since the raid.

What raid?

What raid?

Buffalo Hump came
raiding with 600 warriors.

Maybe more.

Buried ten dead yesterday.

People trying to farm
where they oughtn't to farm.

They killed most of the settlers
along the Brazos and the Trinity.

Then they hit Austin.

Killed lots of people.

Burned lots of buildings.

Stole thousands of horses.

Oh, god.

What if they killed my Pearl?

Would you lead us back to
Austin by the quickest way?

I ain't waiting, Captain.

I'm going right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bill.

Hold your horse. Listen to me...

we'll get you back as quick as we can.

But our horses are poorly now.

He's right, Billy.

If we push these nags too hard we'll
most of us be walking back to Austin.

Yellow Cliffs Northern Mexico

Do you like my pit?

I preferred my cage, frankly.

Fewer vermin.

Better view.

You made too much noise up there.

You might have made parrot angry.

I would anyway, if I get the
chance to have a word with parrot.

I speak parrot, you know.

I've asked the Texans for a ransom.

But my snakes might get
you before it arrives.

No, these snakes are pets.

It's the flea population
that I'd rather be rid of.

if the Texans don't bring the ransom...

I might have at you myself.

Galveston Harbor

I've just got to tell
you straight, Clara.

There's no way to sugarcoat it.

Buffalo Hump hit Austin.

The store's burnt down.

Your ma and pa are dead.

And I'm sorry.

What about the Rangers?

Did any of them get killed?

Three of the town Rangers, I believe.

Your friend, Captain McCrae, was gone.

He was hunting Captain Scull.

I'm so sorry, Clara.

you got no reason to
stay in Austin, now, Clara.

The store's gone.

Stores can be rebuilt.

The store wasn't the only
thing I had in Austin.

I wish you'd let me
take you to Nebraska.

Keep you safe.

Safe.

There's indians and sickness
and bad luck everywhere.

How can anybody feel safe?

I wish you'd marry me, Clara.

Oh, Bob...

I thank you for your offer.

And I take it seriously.

I do.

But I need time.

Time to get over my own pa.

Of course.

I won't make you wait forever.

If I promise that you'll have
my answer within a year...

will that seem worth the wait?

Well, of course it would, Clara.

You know I'd wait for you.

Give me time to get a house
built, just in case you say yes.

"Down to a sunless sea."

And mid this tumult, kubla heard from
far ancestral voices prophesizing war.

The ransom better come quick.

El jefe, he's not patient.

He may let me skin you yet.

bible and sword!

My skinner died of that snakebite.

Well, he was something
of a fool, wasn't he?

Yes.

He was a fool.

But he was my fool.

Pearl must be a mighty good
cook for him to take on this bad.

For all we know, she's safe.

I've et Pearl's cooking.

It was only fair.

I suspect it was the poking
that Billy's most interested in.

What?

The poking.

Yeah, well, you would think that.

Well, the big ladies, they're...

they're a pleasure to poke.

What is it, Deets?

Mr. Coleman, he gone.

Oh, dear lord.

Oh, dear lord.

Oh, please god.

Not my Pearly. Not my Pearly.

Pearly. Pearly! Pearly!

Thank god you're alive!

Oh, thank god! Oh...

you might be wasting your thanks, Bill.

Honey, don't say that.

I rode all night and
all day to get here.

They done me.

And you wasn't here to protect me.

I had arrows in me, but
not deep enough to kill me.

And I lost our baby.

I was so scared.

Did, did they, Pearly, did they?

I couldn't get to that
gun you left me in time.

So I'm ruined now, Billy.

I can't be a wife to you no more.

better blow out your lamp
and get to sleep, Pearly.

Billy.

It's come to me.

If you quit the Rangers, you
never have to be gone ever again,

and I know just what you
could do for a living.

I don't have the faintest notion
of how to do anything but Rangering.

All right.

Tell me what you're
thinking and then let'S...

let's get on to bed.

Our preacher got killed in the raid.

And his wife, too.

I know for a fact you'd be a fine
preacher once you got the hang of it.

Pearly, I can't read.

And the only verse I know is that one about
the green pastures, and even that one'S...

cloudy in my mind.

Well, I can read.

I can read you the text in the morning
before church and then you can preach on it.

I swear, honey, I don't know
where you got such a notion.

Besides, them boy's would laugh me outta town
if I was to put myself up to be a preacher.

Would you help me off
with my boots, Pearly?

I swear I'm tired to the bone.

Oh, no. Oh, no Billy

Stow!

Get ready!

No. No...oh, no...

why would he do that, Deets?

Probably something to
do with the missus, Mr. P.

And the Comanches.

I was so scared.

Did they?

Trouble you?

No, no. I hid under the
smokehouse like you told me,

and there was a snake under there,

but he didn't bother me at all.

There's no need to worry about
Miss Forsythe, Captain McCrae.

She's safe in Galveston
with her aunt and uncle.

And her friend, uh, Mr. Allen.

Oh, I expect that Miss Forsythe and
Mr. Allen are more than friends now.

They had a matrimonial look
about them when they left.

Now, I know you men just got back
from a pointless trip, and, uh...

and you've had a bad shock.

But there is the urgent matter of
Captain Scull that needs tending.

That scoundrel Ahumado
has Captain Scull.

He's offered to trade
him for a thousand cattle.

Delivered in 30 days.

Now, the legislature...

when it gets its wits together, will
vote up the money to pay for the cattle.

But somebody's got to convince the south
Texas ranchers to yield 'em up on credit.

It may not be an easy task, Captains.

Easy?

Why, Richard King's the
biggest rancher in Texas.

I'd like to hear what Richard King has
to say when these two Rangers ride in

and ask him to spare a thousand
head of cattle to rescue my husband,

whom he cordially detests.

We'll go if we're sent, sir.

For right now, we've got the sad task
of burying Ranger Long Bill Coleman.

Well, of course, Captain.

I merely wanted to make
you aware of the situation.

Captain McCrae, can you spare a moment?

Ma'am?

I have a bureau that's
too heavy to move.

Bingham's wounded, and my yellow
gal got taken by Comanches,

so I'm short of hands, and I
would like to move my bureau.

It will just take a moment.

Right against the wall.

Lovely.

That will be all, Ben.

Mrs. Scull?

Mm-hmm?

Did Miss Forsythe actually say
that she aimed to marry Bob Allen?

Well, women don't actually need to make
speeches when they've decided to have a fella.

I'll show you how it works.

Ma'am.

Now, now.

Don't be contrary, Captain McCrae.

Clara Forsythe is gone.

But I am here.

- ma'am.
- Captain.

we'll need to caulk this coffin,

or else the worms and maggots
will be at Billy in no time.

The hardware store burned down.

I doubt you'll find
anything to caulk it with.

Billy Coleman was a fine feller,

and he deserves better than to
be all bloated up with screwworms,

and ain't been in his grave two days.

Will you stop talking about worms and
maggots and screwworms eating Bill Coleman?

It might be Bill's up in heaven.

Yep. Maybe Bill's up in heaven by now.

Playing a harp, Ikey.

I don't know nothing about heaven, but
I do know about worms and varmints.

All right, shut up!

You just shut up before I strangle you!

It's too fine and
sunny a day to be dying,

but our old pard Long Bill
Coleman died despite the sunshine.

That's a harsh fact.

I recall he liked the scripture
about the green pastures.

Well, it's spring now, and lots of
sweet, green grass will be growing over him.

It's good-bye today
to a damn good Ranger.

It's our baby.

He's kicking.

I'll bet you kicked aplenty when
you were in the place he's in.

How do you know it's a he?

I doubt a girl baby
could kick that hard.

I wonder what Long Bill was
thinking there at the end.

You can wonder all you
want, but we'll never know.

That's one puzzle.

Another one is...

why would Clara marry
Bob Allen, and not me?

What the hell's wrong with you?

Maggie thinks that baby
she's carrying is mine.

Well, I have no doubt that she's right.

Well, I admire Maggie. I really do.

She's been good to me.

But she's a whore.

How can a whore know
which man gave her a baby?

Maggie has been good to you, Woodrow.

And if you were a generous man, you'd
give her the benefit of the doubt.

But how can she know? That's
my question. How can she know?

Do something normal for
once in your life, Woodrow.

Marry Maggie.

Hell, if I didn't have such a love
for Clara Forsythe, I'd marry Maggie.

I'd turn her head, and I'd
take her right away from you.

And I wouldn't give a thought
to who fathered the baby.

You're one of the luckiest men in
Austin, or probably in all of Texas,

and you don't even realize it.

I suppose you would just.

What do you think, Deets?

I think bluebonnets are
mighty pretty flowers.

All right.

you should cut that man's tongue out.

He may be calling the great
snake who lives in the mountain.

There's no great snake in that mountain.

Scull sings to keep up his spirits.

He could be calling parrot.

He could even be calling jaguar.

What if jaguar comes?

yesterday you killed a horse
that didn't belong to you

you tried to jump a gully

the horse broke both its front legs

the horse was lazy and stupid

and you beat the new captive...

when I told you to leave her alone

she's a disobedient slave

why shouldn't beat her?

because that's the women's job

you cause too much trouble here

I want you to leave the band

leave the band?

you've been rude and
disobedient your whole life

if you stay here

one day I will lose
patience and kill you

you can take five horses. but go

and go now

we'll see who kills who, old man

I would not want a son who
hates me as much as he hates you

you believe I'm in
danger from that whelp?

that boy is reckless

I doubt he'll last long
enough to be a threat to me

This damn shrubbery gets any thicker,

we'll have to turn into
armadillos just to get through it.

Well, Famous Shoes is
looking for a clear route.

Expect he'll report pretty soon.

well, she don't look too friendly.

She gored my horse!

What will I ride?

Take one of the pack mules.

They make decent mounts.

Does anything feel wrong to you, Woodrow?

I mean, ain't these the very cattle that we're
supposed to drive to Mexico and pay for Scull?

I'd say we'd have about as much
chance as driving 1, 000 jackrabbits.

Durn. I never thought I'd have to Ranger
against anything meaner than a Comanche.

Them damn cows are meaner by far.

Lord almighty!

Bull.

Deets, if you don't mind, would you please grab one of
those pack mules and put Ranger Spoon's saddle on it?

Are you Mr. Fogg?

Yes, sir.

This a piece of
worthless foolery, Captain.

The Mexicans steal
half our cattle anyway.

That piece does nothing about it.

Now he wants us to give them 1,000 more?

State of Texas means
to pay for them, sir.

We got a legal IOU.

Not good enough.

Cash money would be good enough.

Come back with cash money, I'll
deliver 1,000 head myself.

Well, we ain't got cash.

Would you know of a
man named Richard King?

Governor Pease seemed to feel that
he might be willing to help us.

I expect Dick's around here somewhere,

branding every calf his vaqueros
can get a rope on, just as I am.

But Dick didn't get where
he is giving away cattle.

Well, he wouldn't be giving them away.

We told you, the state of Texas will pay.

If the state of Texas survives.

Hell, Dick King's ranch may
be the state of Texas someday.

'Course, it's a free country so far.

You want to try Dick, go and try him.

There's a kind of a half-town
by the Rio Grande, south a-ways.

owned by a French couple.

Dick stays there some.

likes the whiskey...and women.

This town have a name?

It's called Lonesome Dove.

Who told that fella he could
have those cattle he's branding?

They're wild cattle.

Anyone who wants to brand one can
do it, if he can catch the calf.

If that's all it takes to be a
rancher, then me and you could be ranchers.

Well, where'd we put
'em if we caught 'em?

We don't even own these
horses, much less land for a ranch.

We been Rangering for the state of
Texas for most of our lives, Woodrow.

All we own's our saddles and our guns.

I might want to be rich someday.

Might want to own a mansion
or keep a fancy mistress.

Well, I ain't saying we
gotta Ranger forever,

but, right now, we got a job to do.

What's that critter there, Lee?

It's big, whatever it is.

What's wrong with you fellas?

Ain't you ever seen a land shark before?

That one's monster big and
he's headed right for us!

I'm Dick King.

You must be the Ranger boys who were hoping
to get some fool to loan you a thousand cattle

to take to some old slaver
who has no interest in cattle

and who will kill Inish Scull
whenever it pleases him to do so.

That's us, sir.

What's got you men looking so jumpy?

Oh, it's that land shark.

Wallowin' in the river down a way.

Now, our work's on the prairie.

We're rarely required to
deal with aquatic monsters.

Eh, you must be McCrae!

I heard you were a jester.

Yonder land shark is one of
Madame Therese Wanz's blue pigs.

Now, if you were to harm one of her
pigs, you'd have to flee the country,

which, of course, you could do from here just
by trotting across that river right there.

yeah, I got him now!

Now that's my bull...Solomon.

You won't find his equal in America.

Uh, I have a letter from the Governor.

Thank you.

My, my!

Oh, no.

Pardon me.

Well, I wish you'd read it
before you let it get wet.

I apologize.

I don't normally throw
letters into the river,

particularly not if they're from
high potentates like Ed Pease.

But I have no intention of wasting any cattle on this
scheme to rescue Inish Scull, who's a competent man.

Ought to be able to rescue himself.

Heard there's a town
somewhere near here, Mr. King.

I'm mighty dry.

Yes, sir. Lonesome dove.

There's an excellent saloon.

All it lacks is a roof.

I recommend the brandy.

16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22...

do you know what day it is, Captain?

I know what day it is.

Lonesome Dove

Hell, this ain't a town.

No, but it's a nice-size clearing.

You could put a town in it.

I expect those French folks are
hoping the cattle business'll pick up.

I only see one Frenchman so far.

He's dead drunk.

Xavier!

Xavier, Vite! Vite!

The customers arrive!

The tablecloths! The brandys!

Hell, the fella's puttin'
tablecloths on all them tables.

Why would he bother with a tablecloth
when he ain't even got a roof!

You'd have to ask him that, Lee.

I suppose they order
things different in France.

Monsieur, pelage s'il vous pla�t

Uh, I think she wants your
slicker, Captain McCrae.

Durn.

S'il vous pla�t

Merci.

First, the brandys, then the hairs off.

Hairs off?!

You think she means to scalp us?

Voila.

I think she just wants
to give us haircuts.

And if they ain't too
expensive, I plan to invest in one.

Myself, I'll invest in a brandy or two.

Bon app�tit

Hey, hey, watch...watch it.

The brandy's good, yeah?

Bonjour, mon petite!

How are you?

How you doing, darlin'?

Xavier.

Now, why would they call
this place Lonesome Dove?

Hell, there's a dove everywhere you look.

Well, I can tell you the
origin of that misnomer.

There was a traveling
preacher, Herman Winsorst,

who used to wander through
this border country.

I knew him.

Well. Now, Herman
stopped in this clearing,

and he preached a sermon to
a bunch of vaqueros one day,

but while he was preaching, a
dove lit on a limb above him.

And ol' Herman took that as a holy omen,

because he decided to stop
wandering and start up a town.

Where is he now?

Well, in Heaven...

I expect.

Ol' Herman preached his
last sermon five years ago.

Thought he had a nice
crowd of vaqueros one day,

but, in fact, it was Ahumado and some
of his men who stopped to listen.

Soon as Herman said
"amen," they shot him.

Dead.

And they took everything he had.

But they still call it Lonesome Dove.

Yes, sir.

The preacher's gone, but the name stuck.

That's curious, ain't
it, what sticks and...

what don't.

Where's your carpenters, darling?

They leave.

That way.

They're afraid your bull might get them.

Or the pigs.

Nonsense. Now, that bull
wouldn't harm a kitten.

Now, those carpenters were
here not more than an hour ago.

I don't see how the Wanz's are
ever gonna get a roof on this place

if the damn carpenters
keep runnin' away.

Well, if they're that close, Famous Shoes
can round 'em up and bring 'em back.

Not my turn for a haircut yet, anyway.

You must be the carpenters.

We be.

Well, those French folks are
eager to have you back at work.

And so's Mr. King.

Now, if you come back with us, we'll
try to protect you from the bull.

- What do you got?
- Straight.

Aw, come on!

Lucky Lee.

Damn, that was a shock.

Never had a hair cut
out of my nose before.

That damn bull of yours
nearly got us all, Mr. King.

The proximity of all
them Mexican heifers.

Stir 'em up.

Salut.

If more folks knew they
could be fed like this,

Lonesome Dove would
be a town in no time.

When we're through Rangering, I
might move here myself.

Move here and do what?

I don't know yet, but I might
soon think of something.

Dick King's a rough ol'
cob, but he's right about us.

Governor sent us on a fool's errand.

Got no cattle, we ain't gonna get any,

and we couldn't drive 'em
to Mexico even if we had 'em.

Besides, it's fly season.

What?

Fly season.

A thousand cattle would attract a million
flies, which is more than I care to swat.

why don't we just go get Captain
Scull away from Ahumado ourselves.

We could do it.

I'm game if you are.

It's about time we made
something of ourselves.

Buffalo Hump's held the plains ever since
we been Rangers, and we never whipped him.

And Ahumado's held the border, and
we never whipped him either.

Now, that's poor work, in my book.

You ought to give up and open a
store if you feel that low about it.

There's need for a store now
that the Forsythes are dead.

You could marry Maggie
while you're at it.

I don't want to run a store.

And I don't want to marry, either.

We rarely agree, Woodrow...

but we do agree about Mexico.

I'm restless.

Let's go tonight.

It's a fine moon.

You think we should tell 'em
we're leaving them to their fate?

No.

It'll just spook 'em.

All they have to do is find
their way back to Austin.

I thought you didn't care
for Mexico, Famous Shoes.

I have a duty to Three
Birds and his family.

He's not like the other Comanches.

He was once my friend.

I need to find his remains
and give him a proper burial.

We're planning to travel fast.

Well, if you yet ain't noticed, he's
mostly in front of us, Woodrow.

He'll keep up.

I know I can't do much, but I'd
like to go with my Captains.

Now, you got it turned around, Deets.

It's not that you can't do
much, it's that you can do too much.

You see what we're
leaving you with, don't you?

Fine men, but rank incompetents mostly.

You're the one who can cook and build
fires or dress wounds or find bee trees,

or all those useful skills.

You're the only man who'll be able
to get 'em back to Austin without us.

Well, if that's the way it is, Captains, I'll
be happy to get the boys home.

They left?

Left us here?

Yes, sir.

Going to get Captain Scull.

Calm down, Stokes.

At least they left us someplace.

You may consider this
someplace, but I don't.

She was the best wife

and yet she produced a bad son.

I heard Blue Duck raids along the
Arkansas River with a band of half-breeds

now that his mother is gone.

If he ever comes back, I'll kill him.

The spider who hides has bit you.

This is bad.

If you tell anyone, I
will cut your throat.

Soon your leg will begin to rot.

People will smell it.

Someone might have a grudge.

Someone might want to kill you.

I cannot cure you.

No one can cure me.

Everyone in the camp
would like to kill me...

including you.

In the south, there's
a tree of medicines.

If you can make it there, the
tree might save you.

Then keep my secret today.

By tomorrow it won't matter.

When I put men in a cage or in this pit,

soon they find they want to die.

But I have put you in my cage and in
my pit and you still don't want to die.

I don't for a fact.

And I don't intend to die anytime soon.

I was once like you.

Nothing could make me want to die.

My Rangers will be along
with my ransom any day now.

They're not coming.

My cattle are too wild for the Texans.

No aces.

That damn Lee Hitch
stole every one of 'em.

I mean to give him a good
licking when we get back to town.

What's wrong with you?

I wish you'd talk more, Woodrow.

You don't talk enough to keep
my mind off of gloomy topics.

Like?

Like Billy Coleman, our old pard.

This is the first time in over ten years
that we've gone Rangering without Billy.

Now, if he were here,

I'd have somebody to help me
complain, you'd be more comfortable.

I hate a thing like death.

Well, everybody does, I expect.

Yeah.

Folks don't always get
to do what they intend.

Billy had it in mind to be a
carpenter, only he couldn't drive a nail.

He was only a fair shot, too, yet
he survived a lot of scrapes.

Well, you're only a fair
shot yourself, Woodrow.

Now me, I'm a fine shot, and yet I might
be the next to die for all we know.

Rangers oughtn't to marry.

Have to leave their womenfolk for too long
a spell, things like that raid can happen.

Things like that happen married or not.

I just said what I believe.

Rangering ain't a settled life.

I expect Bill'd be alive
if hadn't have married.

Well, then I guess it's bad news for
Maggie if that's the way you feel.

Gracias.

Gracias, gracias.

Gracias, senora.

Ahumado salido.

Gone away?

Where?

Achioria in the south.

So... my rival's gone.

A durn horned toad would have a hard
time making it in this country, Woodrow.

There are many tracks all going south.

Everyone is leaving the Yellow Cliffs.

Did Captain Scull
make any of the tracks?

No.

We better get a move on then.

- Cuerda

Cuerda

Si. Si.

Gracias.

Unable

like a prayer on the wing

home of the

sailors

Deets, the nice man who cooks for
the Rangers, he done the flowers.

Then I'm much obliged to him.

When I see a bunch of the boys ride in,

I always think my Billy
would be with them.

I don't see Captains McCrae or Call.

They usually lead the pack.

Well, man, where are your Captains?

I snuck off in the night.

Just took a tracker.

I believe they thought to slip in and
bring out Captain Scull quiet-like.

If he's alive to bring out.

You men go on south.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Deets.

Ma'am?

I want to thank you for the care
you've taken of my parents' graves.

They're lovely.

Blue bonnets were my mother's favorite.

Oh, no trouble, ma'am.

No trouble at all.

Cap'n McCrae tell
me, "please keep them nice."

How is Captain McCrae?

Oh, he's fine, ma'am.

Real fine.

Uh, last time I see him, he
was sipping whiskey.

That's my Ranger.

- Thank you, Pearl.
- Good-bye.

Hello, Miss Forsythe.

I told you once to call
me Clara, and I meant it.

Yes, thank you, Clara.

And you must call me Maggie.

It'd be a pleasure.

I'm glad to see you
that you survived, Maggie.

You and your precious cargo.

Yes.

I hid under the smokehouse
like Woodrow told me to.

It's lonely for you...

I know... waiting for your man.

It'd be bad enough if I
was certain he was my man,

but with Woodrow Call, it's hard to know.

Well, maybe your precious cargo
will help convince him, Maggie.

Ahumado.

They're from parrot.

Parrot must have driven the
black vaquero off this cliff.

Why would a bird do that?

Parrot is more than a bird.

Before men came out of
the earth, parrot ruled.

Now men rule.

Parrot has not forgiven.

Looks like a cougar got her.

No cougar.

It was jaguar who killed the old woman.

I have found my friend.

I can make a fine
burial scaffolds for him.

I'll help you bury him if you want us to
once we know what's what with the Captain.

I'll look up on those caves and stand guard
with Famous Shoes in case that jaguar shows.

On a boat, bird on the wing
"onward!" The sailors cry

That's Captain.

I'd now that Yankee voice anywhere.

like a bird on the wing...

Good Lord, Woodrow.

What do you suppose Mrs. Scull's gonna
say when we bring him back like this?

I don't know and I don't care.

Far as I can tell, Woodrow, that's
the Captain's problem, not ours.

Well, maybe.

Once you've been out of that
pit for a few days, his...

his mind will come back from
wherever it's wandered off to.

What I do know is, once we get
the Captain back to Austin,

I plan to stay as far away as I can
get from that she-bear wife of his.

How much longer you
expect it'll be, Pearl?

I don't know how much longer I...

I don't know how much more I can stand.

You're nearly there, just one more push.

One more push, here we go.

Here we go.

That's it.

Here we go.

Maggie, you've a son.

Here he is, Mag.

As fine-looking a
boy as there ever was.

Makes me wish I had one of my own.

Oh, maybe you will soon, Clara.

I want to find Three Bird's
family, and tell them I found him.

Treat him in the Comanche way.

Well, good luck to you, then.

But don't be gone from Austin too long.

Keep 'em coming.

Don't make me break my count.

I'm tempted to hang a man
who makes me break my count.

Keep 'em coming.

I see you found your man.

I hear he's mighty jumpy even
when he's not in the saddle.

Appears that way, sir.

Well, you're a persistent
fella, Captain Call.

Now, you two strike me as able men.

I'm in the process of putting together a
million-acre ranch in this part of the country,

and I could use able men.

Well, what would we mostly do, sir?

Fight Mexicans.

They still seem to think they own this part
of the country and the cattle on it, too.

I mean to disabuse them
of that notion over time.

You boys could certainly help.

I expect I could offer triple what
the state of Texas is paying you.

Well, we appreciate the offer, Mr. King.

Yup.

Comanche's ain't beat.

Either are the Kiowa or the Apache.

Who would fight for the settlers if you
hired us away from the State of Texas?

I'm not a do-gooder, Captain.

When's the last time you
had a sip of whiskey, McCrae?

Too long.

Well, a man needs his grog.

I'm damn surly myself
when deprived of grog.

Make a stop at Lonesome Dove.

I'm sure Therese'd be happy to take a
pair of scissors to your Captain there,

and you two can have your fill
of whiskey and consider my offer.

I sometimes think it's the surprise elements
in life that keeps us going, gentlemen.

And just last week I was in a filthy pit, being
irritated by vermin of every description.

And now here I am, a week later...

drinking a finer grade of brandy than
I expected to find in South Texas.

Being barbered by A...

beautiful-breasted French woman.

Which is the best kind of
French woman, I can assure you.

Monsieur, stop the wiggles, please!

I don't want to cut you.

Speed bonny boat like a
bird on a wing "onward!"

The sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to
be king over the sea to sky...

So, you're gonna deliver me
back to Austin, gentlemen?

After all, I now know
the ways of the flea.

When you're not looking, I may
just pop off and disappear.

Well, we'll always be looking, Captain.

What about you, McCrae?

I suspect you tucked my
wife in the boot closet.

Isn't that correct? Sir?

He wears a guilty look about
him, doesn't he, Captain Call?

And this Dick King who thinks he's going
to poach you two from the State of Texas,

He's got to think again.

There's a Civil War brewing.

Half the troops down this way will
be fighting brother against brother.

You're two of the best
this fine old state's got.

You and McCrae aren't going anywhere.

If there is a war,
Captain, what will you do?

Yankees will need experienced men.

I expect I'll join the fray.

Let the warring start, yes?

I've still got time to get home
to take a buggy whip to my wife.

A pleasure I intend
to pursue vigorously.

Maybe they'll be home soon, Clara.

Gus McCrae says to me,

"I have to leave, but I'll
be back for sure by Friday."

Well, that's one thing.

I can get by till Friday, I expect.

It's these uncertain absences I
just don't seem to be able to handle.

I know, it's hard.

I keep looking for them to
appear, and then they don't.

Gimme this fella.

Yeah?

All right.

Gimme this little fella.

There he is.

Hello...

I named him Newton.

After my grandfather.

We can call him Newt.

I wish Woodrow had been
here to help me decide.

But I asked Jake, and
Jake, he seemed to like Newt.

I haven't noticed any
meanness yet in Mr. Jake Spoon.

Oh, Jake's been a-a real help to me.

I don't know how good a man he is, but...

he likes a laugh now and then, which is
more than I can say for your Woodrow.

Woodrow don't laugh much.

Or help much either, for that matter.

You still love him.

Yes, ma'am.

And now there's Newt.

I have seen you before.

you are the Kickapoo who tracks.

I found the body of Three Birds

and buried him in the Comanche way.

The cholera came to our camp.

There are no people anywhere now.

Is Buffalo Hump alive?

He has gone north looking for buffalo.

What about Kicking Wolf?

Kicking Wolf is alive, too

You ask too many questions.

Leave us alone.

Gussie!

Gus!

Gussie!

Clara, honey...

when I heard your voice calling my
name, I was sure it must be a dream.

You ain't asleep, Gussie.

It's me, all right.

Bob Allen, eh...

he catches me kissing his wife...

he'll for sure give me a licking.

Even if I was married, I guess I could
still kiss my friends if I want to.

But the fact of the matter is, I have yet
to plight my troth, to be fancy about it.

Gus...

I don't have a husband.

I'm not married.

If that's the truth, honey, it's
the best news I've heard in months.

I should have never believed Inez.

- She had me thinking...
- Inez?

Inez Scull?

And just what did she happen to
say, and why were you around to hear it?

She came into the governor's office while
we were getting orders from the governor.

She gave me to understand that you
and Bob Allen had gotten married.

And you believed her?!

I had no reason not to.

Oh, Gus, common sense would've
been a reason not to.

I wouldn't do such a thing
without telling you first.

Inez Scull was just
angling for a little sport.

I have no doubt she
got some, Miss Forsythe.

That's Inez's way.

What she angles for, she usually gets.

Clara, I thought that...

I'll give you that to think about, if
you want to think, Gus McCrae.

I booked a seat on the Galveston
stage, and I mean to take it.

- But Clara...
- No "buts" about it, Gus.

- Clara, I don't care for Inez...
- Don't talk to me, I said!

I'll keep my love for you where
it's always been, in my heart.

If you talk to me right now, I
will rip that love right out.

Bye.

Why, the fool!

What's he hopping for?

Sometimes he thinks he's a...

a flea, ma'am.

It's hard to explain.

You lied to me.

You told me Clara was
married, and she ain't.

Why, surely you could see through
my little deception, Captain McCrae.

All's fair, love and war.

why should I let you waste yourself
on that whey-faced shop girl?

whoa, here, now!

Hello, my dear.

On your back, as usual, I see.

well, I suppose we're free to do
as we please now, ain't we, Woodrow?

Yeah, I guess so.

Me, I'm gonna go find
myself a saloon and open it.

If it ain't open already.

to be continued...