All language subtitles for The Furies (1950).eng

Buenas noches, patrón.

Good evening. Gracias.

So it's you.

I might have known.

I might have known
no one but you

would have bone enough
to come into her room here.

I neglected to order a gown
for your wedding.

I'm trying to make
one of hers do.

I think a sister should favor
her brother's wedding

with her best appearance,
don't you?

I don't think T.C.
will like this, Vance.

You know he's been particular

about keeping her room
same as before she died.

Mother had everything.

Calling cards for a woman

whose next-door neighbor
was miles off.

Jewels for a woman who never
looked at herself in a mirror.

Sunshades for a woman
who never left this room.

You understood her, I never did.

No, you never did.

Huh. I'm only surprised he
hasn't hung a sign on this.

The wifely property
of T.C. Jeffords.

And you're T.C.'s son, and he
despises anything he can beat.

I never let him beat me.

Why do you always let him
get the best of you?

Isn't it writ in the Scripture,

"honor they father"?

Always laughing at me
inside you,

aren't you, Clay?

Not always.

Why do you suppose T.C.
is coming back

from San Francisco?

Why, for my wedding, of course.

Ha!
Ha-ha. I know.

T.C. wouldn't walk across
the street to my wedding.

Then why is he coming back?

I think he needs money.

T.C.?
Oh, you must be moon hit.

Why, he's one of the richest
men in the territory,

in the whole country.

Cattle rich, land rich.

I make it he's money-poor
right now.

I make it that's why
he's had Scotty taking tally.

That's why he's spreading
these IOUs.

Oh, they're easy to spread,

less easy to pay off.

Whoa! Whoa!

T.C.!

Patrón, patrón, welcome home!

Had a hankerin' to bed down
in my own tepee tonight.

Got the railroad to flag me
right through to The Furies!

You were in her room.

That's right.

Her gown befits you.

Father.

Son, you made "father" sound
just like son of a she-fox.

Daughter, son,
meet Reynolds here.

Reynolds from old Anaheim's
bank in San Francisco.

Reynolds, meet my household.

Scratch my sixth
lumbar vertebra.

This here is Scotty Hyslip.

Scotty keeps my accounts.

The man who made
all those bear raids

on the Huron Railroad stock
and then took to swindlin'

on the sound theory that the
things folks want most in life

is to get something for nothin'.

Old souvenir. Time I met up
with a party of Osages

and got a iron in my
sixth lumbar vertebra.

Scar vexes me now and then

and takes kindly to scratchin'.

This be El Tigre, The Tiger,

my ranch boss.

Señor.

El Tigre won victory
after victory.

For his love of his people
was known to his people.

Then he hung a man.
Now, it was justly.

He was so taken
with the dance on the air

he begun hanging his people,
and unjustly.

His people took
just too many hangings.

You tell ol' Anaheim
I got only the best

workin' The Furies for me.

Marcel, my cook there,
once dished up a mess

Napoleon give him
a blue ribbon for.

And when I gifted
my deceased wife

with a portrait of myself, I...

Pretty good, huh?

Chiquita!

There's dust on me.

Sí, patrón, but I did not
expect you until tomorrow.

Cook, you'll rustle up a fine
mess for an hour from now.

Oh, vamoose, the rest of ya!

I got a hankerin' to be
with my kin. Vamoose!

Vamoose!

T.C., you talk too much.

So I do, and so I will

till I meet up
with talk better than mine.

Where is it? Where's what?

The necklace you said
you'd bring back.

Clay, you got a mess
of good manners.

You oughta feed
your sister some.

Oh, here's what you've been
pesking me about.

Pearls, fit for dull,
dump-faced little women!

I told you anything but pearls.

Oh-ha-ha-ha.

You didn't dare come back
without it, did you?

I'd bed Donald
the rattlesnake first.

Oh!

Like it, daughter?

So did I.

It'll match her earrings.

Well, I'll go up to my room now.

For your bride!

My deepest gratitude, Father.

An hour in the room whenever
he comes back to The Furies,

an hour whenever he leaves.

And yet when she was dying
and sent for him,

he wouldn't come.

He couldn't stand to see
anything that belonged to him

slip away from him.

I like being T.C.'s daughter.

Yes, princess,

heiress apparent to The Furies.

Good water and graze here.

Anaheim picked himself
a smart appraiser.

There's the Darrow strip,
best part of The Furies.

Darrow's son,
he has come back to the town.

I thought I'd seen the last
piece of Darrow hide.

If you permit, patrón,
leave this piece to me, eh?

I permit.

Come on.

What's that?

Sounds like a calf bawlin'.

Where do ya make it?

There, down the draw.

Heh-heh, be a lesson to him

not to get himself
stuck in the mud.

He didn't get stuck.
He's been stuck.

It's a squatter's trick.

They mire a calf
and then come for him later.

No, no. You'll choke him.
I'll get him.

You'll do what?

You heard me.

Many squatters
here on The Furies?

Some. The people
in the pueblocitos,

the little villages,
they matter not.

But back in the hills
there are others.

You're paid to make sure
the squatters don't rob us.

Next time earn your pay.

Quite a friendship
between you and Miss Vance.

Women were created so that man

might enjoy his food and sleep,

not to give orders.

There. Come on.

There. Come on.

Now take it easy.

I'm trying to lend you a hand!

Ha! Look at this.

Didn't think the old man
had it in him, did ya?

Didn't think I could do it.
Ha-ha.

Come on, you hens,
throw me a rope!

It must be a calf.

It looks like a man,
but it can't be.

Only a brainless calf would
get himself stuck in the mud.

T.C.,
you come outta there.

You're too old to play
in mud pies.

What are they saying?

That never will
they have a finer chance

to kill the patrón.

Never will they find him
with fewer men to help him.

There is to be no trouble
while she is here.

No guns.

That goes for you too.

You stashed my calf away here!

Yeah!

I told you before!

Señor Jeffords, it has always
been our right on the land,

the right of we, the Herreras
and those of the pueblocitos

for as many years back as
you have hairs on your head!

Stop stealing cattle
from The Furies!

I told you once.
I tell you now!

I'll not tell ya again!

At least he riled you enough

so you walked yourself
out of the mud. For a fact.

I tell you, if the
devil riled you enough,

you'll walk yourself right
out of the fires of hell.

I give you my word,
if I do, daughter,

I'll take you
right out of there with me.

Rightly speakin',
it's no concern of your'n,

but I think it only fit and
proper you be a party to it.

Reynolds here representing
Anaheim's bank

has loaned me $100,000
on The Furies.

That's right.

Speak when you're spoken to.

You favor my Napoleon, huh?

It's a fine work.

He was a great 'un.

Started from scratch
to build his self an empire.

Mm.

Hey, how do you like me?

Well, no matter, no matter.

About the matter
of the cloud on title.

The what?

The squatters constitute a cloud

on the title of The Furies.

As a condition
of making the loan,

the Anaheim Bank will require
the removal of the squatters

from the premises.
Pure legal mush, daughter.

It only means the squatters,
they gotta be booted

off of The Furies, and so
we gotta start bootin' 'em.

Oh, no, you don't.
Not the Herreras. You tellin' me what to do?

The pueblocitos, all right,
but the Herreras stay.

Mind your tongue, daughter.

I want your word
on that, T.C.

That's one thing
I want your word on.

Can't I never get
the best of you, never?

Never.

Ah, you're a she-fox.

Ya got The Furies in ya,
all right.

You have my word
on the Herreras.

Sign the mortgage.
It's fit and proper.

May I read it first?

Sign it.

Certainly, Father.

I suppose you'll use part
of the money

to pay off some
of your T.C.'s.

Why you mule-headed,
bone-eared--

To pay off what?

What are these T.C.'s
which are to be paid off?

Well, ya see, uh,

the folks hereabouts don't get
to see much hard money,

so I had these got up for them
to use for money.

My word's behind 'em, and my
word's enough for the folks.

Call 'em T.C.'s.

Folks should like 'em, too,
and why not?

I give 'em better paper
than they use in Washington.

And my motto is
Amicus humani generis--

Friend of the human race--

which has six more letters
of Latin than
E pluribus unum.

And to boot, I give 'em art.

Picture of a lulu of a girl
ridin' a bull.

Fine figure, ain't she?

How many of these IOUs of yours

are still outstanding?

How much do you owe?

Piddlin' amount.
Piddlin' amount.

Makes a complication.

I better bring this situation
to Mr. Anaheim's attention.

Get out, you
and bobtail talk of T.C.'s.

If I've inconvenienced you...

Get out!

Good night, Father.

So you, uh, say you'll
have to see ol' Anaheim.

That's fine.

You trek on back
to San Francisco

and palaver it out
with the ol' red-eye.

Of course you understand.

I understand.

Yeah, duty- and honor-bound
and such.

Yeah. Matter of fact,
I'll trek back with ya.

That'll be fine, sir.

Matter of fact,
I'll take Chiquita along.

What?

They say travel's improving.

Uh, Mrs. Reynolds,
your wife,

might get a real pleasure
out of, uh, meeting Chiquita.

Uh, might help to improve
Chiquita considerable.

In view of the small amount
outstanding, I...

I don't think it'll be necessary

to mention the T.C.'s
to Mr. Anaheim.

Mr. Reynolds,
it's always a real pleasure

to do business with a gentleman.

There'll be a
conveyance for ya
at the railroad at sunup.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ah, that Clay.

He's always laughing
at us, isn't he?

Clay's marrying
Carol Ann Weadick.

She's bringing Bar Double X
when her pa dies.

Ah, it's lucky for Clay,

'cause I'll give him no part
of The Furies.

And that takes care of Clay.

For a fact.

And I got to admit
I'm none too catty

of runnin' The Furies myself.

Oh, I know I was good
at putting it together,

starting from scratch,

hooking one piece
of land onto another.

But this money talk

with puny money men...

Running The Furies ain't for me.

Which takes care of you.

Which leaves who
to run The Furies?

Which leaves me.

Can you run it?

Wouldn't speak well for me
if I couldn't.

It's what you've
trained me for, isn't it?

Only one thing can waddle it up.

What's that?

The man you take to husband.

My husband will be my choice,
not yours.

Maybe so, maybe no.

See here.
Here's half the money

I got from Anaheim's
bank--$50,000.

Good sum.

It's yours for a dowry
if you pick a man I can favor,

one I can sit down
at the table with

and not dislodge my chow.

You sound like you'd rather
I never married.

You won't have it easy
finding a man.

I've spoiled most
of them for you.

You'd want a man like me
who'd knuckle under to no one,

least of all you.

You think you're top man on
God's green earth, don't you?

You know anyone better?
No, but I'll keep looking.

And when I find him,
I'll marry him,

and I won't care if it does
put you off your feet.

Burnett?

I'll take that.

Who's Burnett?

No matter.

A man gets lonely, daughter.

I'll ask no more questions.

Scratch my sixth
lumbar vertebra.

Come on, slow foot!

Beat ya here again!

Ah, it's been a long time
since we race here.

I always did get here first,
didn't I?

You always did
get here first, didn't you?

Juan Herrera, you let me win!

You always did, every time.

The one time I didn't let you...

you scratched blood.

It's The Furies brand
on you, all right.

No, Vance, not The Furies.

Yours.

No difference.

No?

What is it, Juan?
You've been on touch all day.

Look.

Wherever you see,
as far as you can see,

it is The Furies, your father's.

He has space
for thousands of cattle,

for hundreds of horses,

but has he space
for a few Herreras?

It's his land. He can have
on it whoever he wants.

If he doesn't want you
Herreras on it,
that's his say-so.

I was afraid that someday
you were going to say that.

All right, I said it!

I don't take to anyone
talking like that about T.C.

I don't take to it, even if
we did grow up together,

even if you are my friend,
one I can talk to,

one who understands.

And I don't take to your going.

Till our eyes next meet.

Till then.

Time?

The kiss of a good friend.

"Hasta luego!

"Hasta luego!

It wasn't there!

Congratulations, Carol Ann!

Fair the bride
and happy the day.

Oh, thank you,
Dr. Grieve.

Evening.

Well, gentlemen,
do I or don't I?

Am I yanked by my boots or
pulled by the hair on my head?

He's here on The Furies?

Gentlemen, I don't.
Deal me out.

Mr. Darrow.

Mr. Jeffords, sir.
My honor and pleasure.

That's far enough!

I'll have no grit-eatin' black-

legged gambler on The Furies,

and I'll have no son
of a Darrow.

Well, talk like that, sir,
must be meant as a joke.

I'll be pleased to ignore it.

Ignore what you like,
but drag your
belly outta here.

You taint the place.

Sir, you posted an open
invitation to this gathering

on every stick of lumber
in the country.

To protect those present from
any further unpleasantness,

I'd like to make a deal
with you.

You stop telling lies about me,

and I'll stop telling
the truth about you.

I heard that before.
Now git!

I killed your father
in a fair fight,

and I'd be pleased
to do as much for you.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

This is our dance,
I believe, sir.

Why did you come here?

I'm interested
in the Darrow strip.

What do they call you?

Some call me a grit-eatin'
black-legged gambler.

I run the legal tender.

Some call me Mr. Darrow,
and some call me Rip.

Rip.

Fits you, like a blade
cutting right through.

This wasn't our dance,
Miss Jeffords.

You didn't invite me here.

Why did you let on you did?

I had ever seen you,
I would have invited you.

I'm sure you would have.

Modest, aren't you?

No.

You think you're top man on
God's green earth, don't you?

I'm a gambler.

When I'm losing,
I cut my bets to the minimum.

When I'm winning, I let it ride.

Patrón, the food is ready.

The beans is on,
the coffee's boiling.

For them that don't like beans,

there are 150 various other
vittles. So dig to it!

I'm not hungry.

Nor am I.

My rig is outside.

How very convenient.

Do you think I'll be cold?

Do you mind if I take the reins?

I like to know where I'm going.

I think I can trust you.

No, no.
It'll do without that.

She's smart enough
to see through him.

He'll hang himself.

That'll be a different twist
of the rope for you to enjoy,

hey, Tigre?

This is a nice romantic spot.

That depends on who you're with.

I know this place.

This is part
of the Darrow strip, isn't it?

It is. I thought
you'd be more comfortable

if the surroundings
were familiar.

Do you always go after
what you're after

as directly as this?

When you know what you want,
why waste time?

Or perhaps you'd prefer
polite conversation.

Speaking of the weather,
Miss Jeffords,

'tis a fine brisk evening.

So it is.

That ends
the polite conversation.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

May I expect the honor
of your call

at The Furies on Saturday?

I take it you'll bake a cake.

Isn't that the way
that courting is
done hereabouts?

I've never baked a cake before,

but I'll bake one.

If I were to come courting you,

your father would send
his army from The Furies.

He'd wreck the legal tender,
and he'd wreck me.

You're not a man to be afraid.

The odds are too great
against me.

I've seen so much death,
I want to stay alive.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

I expect the honor
of your call on Saturday.

Yes or no?

You'll be there.

I want your word
he can come calling Saturday

with no trouble
from you or your maggots.

Which one of them red-eyes
is snorin'?

Man's entitled to quiet
in his own home.

I want your word.

If I give you my word,
will you give me your'n?

On what? That you give me a chance

to show him up for what he is,

a dollar-grabby black-leg

who'd drag his belly
from here to Santa Fe

for $3 in gold or in silver.

Or in T.C.'s?

He's a puny money man
who's out to revenge me

for the Darrow strip

and who ain't got bone enough
to fair fight.

He'd gouge back at me by doing
my daughter malice and harm.

That's my lookout.

I've always worked my own
leather. I'll work it now.

I want a yes or a no
about Saturday.

Have I got your word
I can show him up?

If you can, that's fair.

Then you have my word.

Bring the man on.

Well, where is he?

Where's the dude?
Where's the tinhorn gambler?

I think the icing on the cake,
she melt away.

I think so.

Well, daughter,

appears like your caller
ain't gonna show.

I've wasted me most of the day.

Don't propose to waste more.

If he calls, I'll be the ham.

You deal fine.

But a slow payoff
cuts down on the play.

Speed up the payoff.

All right, Mr. Darrow.

Clever of you.

Smart as a whip.

I told you I didn't want
the Legal Tender wrecked,

didn't want to take
on The Furies.

That's all I need, word to
get back to your father

you've been here!

Don't you have brains enough
to know that?

Will you cool down?

If you're gonna
act like a child,

I'll have to treat you like one.

Ah!

No one ever hit me before!

You're like a filly that never
had a rope on her.

I waited for you all day!
That was your doing.

You said you'd be there!

No. You said I'd be there.
I didn't say a word.

Watch me for that, Vance,
and don't misinterpret.

I baked you a cake.

I brought it along.

I didn't want it to go to waste.

You brought it
to shove it in my face.

That's just exactly right.

No, it's too good for that.

You're looking at me
with eyebrow lifted.

If you have a question
to ask me, ask me.

Out with it.

If you have something
to tell me, tell me.

Out with it.

I was so sure of myself.

I was so sure I could
handle him or anyone.

Now I...
I don't know.

You have love for this man, huh?

This, uh, Rip Darrow?

Some weeks I think
I know him well.

Some weeks I'm sure
I don't know him at all.

Sometimes I think T.C.
is right,

that he's a money man,
that money means more to him.

Maybe... maybe in his time
he has been hungry.

To a hungry man,
money is always important.

I don't think I like
being in love.

It puts a bit in my mouth.

You're in love with me.

Since you had your first pony.

Tell me, Juan,
do you like being in love?

It has been with me for so long

that whether I like it or not,

without it
I would be a lost man.

Come in.

Still dealing from the bottom
of the deck?

Watch me.

Sometimes I think
those are the only women

that it's in you to love.

Why not? They're new
and they're smooth to touch.

They're exciting
and they're honest.

When they're against you,

they don't make you think
they're for you.

When they're for you,
they bring you money.

Too bad they've got two heads.

When they're for you,
they bring you money.

I could bring a man money,
lots of it.

$50,000.

You've mentioned it
often enough.

It's a royal dowry.

It is.

Rip, do you ever mean
to ask me of marriage?

I do my own proposing,
remember that.

Ask me again to call on you
at The Furies.

If I ever get you there,
I'll never let you go.

Ask me.

Mr. Darrow, sir,

may I expect the honor
of your call

at The Furies tomorrow?

Yes.

But there's never
a word of love from you

except for women like that.

They're honest.

But they lack flesh and blood.

Welcome to The Furies, sir.

I see the retainers.

Where's the king?

In his counting house-- waiting.

Miss Jeffords.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

If he's smiling, be smart.

If he's not smiling, be smarter.

I believe you gentlemen
have met.

Mr. Jeffords, sir,
my honor and pleasure.

If I hold out my hand this
time, will you shake it,

or will you shoot it off?

Been readin' me a book
on Napoleon's writings.

He says the only use of gals
is to marry 'em off

in advantageous lives.

That's what he writ.

Scotty tells me
you been buyin' some cattle

from The Furies for cash.

I've gone in for a little
cattle brokerage

and some friendly banking.

Mr. Darrow, I hate a man
that's mealy-mouthed,

so come smack out with it.

Fine. You love my daughter?

Yes.

She love you?

She thinks she does.

She's blind.
I aim to make her see.

I have her word
I can show you up

for the puny, money-lovin'
red-eye you be.

Father... I have your word.

Well, you know what this is.

$50,000.
Count it.

My daughter's dowry if she

picks a man that's fit for her,

and you, sir, ain't fit.
You have the stump.

My daughter takes you
to husband,

I'll cut her off
without a two-cent piece.

You'll get her as she stands,
not a whit more.

But if you walk outta here now
and let my daughter be,

you can keep the whole bundle,
and worth it to me.

Now take her and git or take
the money and git, but git.

Rip!

I knew it. I knew the cash
would bait him.

I'll take the money,

but you really didn't
have to do it.

I never told your daughter
I'd marry her.

You did!

And I had no intention
of doing so!

You did!

I'd be foolhardy
to call a Jeffords a liar.

When you said
you'd come calling!

Vance, I told you
I'd do my own proposing

and I warned you
not to misinterpret me.

Consult your father here
on misinterpretation.

He's an expert.

I believe, sir, you won
the Darrow strip in court

on the theory
of misinterpretation.

I told you, daughter,
he was using you

to gouge back at me
for the Darrow strip.

And you're not ready to marry,
not to me or anyone else,

because you're married already
to The Furies.

You don't want a husband.

You'd just like to have a man
handy at The Furies.

If you don't want word of this
to get around,

don't try to wreck
the Legal Tender.

My thanks for my invitation
to The Furies.

I've enjoyed my call.

Miss Jeffords.

Mr. Jeffords, sir.

T.C., we've been taken

like a couple of suckling pigs.

He hit me, and no one else
ever did before.

And he made me cry.

No one else ever did before!

Welcome home.

I'll unpack my bags

and stay a while.

I like a nice, simple contract.

"The Darrow Bank.

"The Darrow Bank is to conduct
all business in this territory

"for the Anaheim Bank."

Except for any business
at The Furies.

I'm not exactly welcome there.

You'll handle our business
at The Furies too.

Frankly, our bank
wouldn't be signing with you

and you wouldn't be buying
cattle for Bailey Brothers

if you hadn't swindled
ol' T.C.

Swindled is a harsh word,
Mr. Anaheim.

Harsh or not, the story we had

had a certain appeal
for my father.

He likes anybody
who can outfox ol' T.C.

Here's the confirmation
on El Paso.

I told you they'd weaken.

You were right again.

I mean, you've taken to business

like a fur trader to sin.

I mean, you--

Oh, stop buttering up
to me, Scotty.

What's that you're
trying to hide?

Oh.

Oh, T.C., have a heart.

You're spending it faster
than I can make it.

Another six months away, and
he'll have the entire nation

knee-deep in T.C.'s.

Print up another batch, Scotty.

Señor Bailey.

Welcome once again,
Mr. Bailey.

Señor Anaheim Junior.

Miss Jeffords,
may I present Mr. Anaheim.

Welcome to The Furies, sir.

I'd conceived an image
of you, Miss Jeffords,

but it pales
beside the actuality.

You have a way
with a compliment.

Mr. Darrow.

I believe you know Mr. Darrow.

His bank is our new agent
in this territory.

Congratulations, Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Darrow has the smell
of a successful businessman.

I'm sure you know
the luck I wish you.

Yes.
Thank you, Miss Jeffords.

What about the renewal
of our loan?

Mr. Anaheim Sr. isn't sure
he'll renew his loan
on The Furies.

Why not? Squatters.

Oh. So that's still
rubbing them,

the cloud on title.

If you would permit me
to drive the Herreras out...

No.

Mr. Darrow,

how would I go about persuading

the son of a banker to change
his father's mind?

Your most persuasive
should be persuasive enough.

Think so?

Chiquita, food and drink
for our guests.

I'll join you gentlemen
in a moment.

Mr. Darrow, Scotty
has a word for you.

Burn out the pueblocitos.

Get rid of them any way
you can, but not the Herreras.

I'll handle them in my own way.

Is that satisfactory,
Mr. Darrow?

Burn 'em out, kill 'em off.

Simple T.C. Way.

Scotty, your word
for Mr. Darrow.

Any business you have
with The Furies,

send for me, and we'll
conduct it at your office,

but don't ever set foot
on The Furies again.

Is that clear?

Perfectly, Miss Jeffords.

Let me look at you
in your new suit.

Still as handsome as ever,
aren't you?

Burn them out!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Juan!

Juan!

Vance, you all right?

Next time don't make
your welcome so warm!

Buenas noches, señora.
Muchachos.

You play with big marbles.

We thought you were El Tigre

come to try to burn us out,

like those fires down there.

I'm asking you to leave
The Furies once and for all.

Is that why you honor us?

I have T.C.'s word
you won't be touched.

You look like T.C.,

standing there,
ordering us off our land!

Gracias!

She doesn't like me any better
than T.C. likes you.

It is so!

"It is so. Gracias."
You're cold as a blue norther!

What are you so galled about?!

And T.C.'s been away,
and I sent for you,

and you didn't show up!
Why not?

Because I chose not to!
That's blunt enough.

I have no stomach
for the way you live.

That's too bad.
Anything else?
Yes.

You cannot blot out the fire

within you with this other man,

no more than the pueblocitos
can blot out El Tigre's fires.

You're talking about Rip.
I'm over that.

Oh, are you?

Always pulling the bit on me.
Always telling the truth.

Juan the saint!
Well, now I'm galled.

Go on. Dish up the bread.

Let's break it,
and let me get out of here!

All right! Never mind
looking for it!

It happens I brought some along.

Stay, Juan. I need you.

There's no one else to pull
the bit on me when I'm wrong.

Till our eyes next meet?

Till then.

Whoa.

Flo, may I present
my daughter Vance.

Daughter, I'd like you to meet

an old and dear friend of mine.

Mrs. Florence Burnett.

Delighted, I'm sure.

My dear.

You look so wonderfully healthy.

I told ya, didn't I?
She's one in the nation.

Hey, Scotty! El Tigre!
Let's get this gear stashed.

Mrs.?

My husband passed on
some time ago.

My dear.

I hope I shan't be
too much bother.

You won't be.
No bother at all.

We have guests coming
all the time.

Come on, Flo. I wanna
show ya the house!

It was her idea,
señora, not mine.

I burn out the pueblocitos,
they return.

It will always be so

until the Herreras are driven
from The Furies.

I understand, Tigre.

Good evening.

My dear, do come in.

Do sit down, please.

I'm pleased The Tiger
entertains you

during T.C.'s visit
to his wife's room.

Of course, I knew El Tigre
by repute.

At one time, his name was quite

a worry to Washington.

Señora Burnett,
I hope your stay here

will be long and memorable.

Thank you, El Tigre.
I'm sure it will be.

Burnett?

Oh, yes, of course.

I knew I'd seen that name often.

Signed as endorsement
on the backs of checks

made out by Temple to cash?

Well, T.C. is so loose

and free and easy
with his money.

Doesn't make much difference,
my dear,

as long as he gets
his money's worth.

But does he?

Now that's what I like to see.

I want you two take a shine
to each other.

Why, Temple, I feel as though
we were old friends already.

Ah, that is fine.

Daughter, hadn't been for Flo,

I'd still been shinin' the seat

of my breeches in Washington.

Oh, now, Temple.
Yeah. Go on, tell her.

Really. Go on and tell her.

Just that I had
been acquainted
with the president,

so that when it was necessary
for Temple--

The president?
Yeah.

Flo fixed a soiree.
Plunked him right down by me.

Cut out all the red tape.
You can talk to him.

He's no 9:00 dude.

The range rights acquired from
the government are valuable.

You've done
The Furies a service.

You have a fine knowledge
of the ways of politics.

You can hoot and holler that.

What's that?

My favorite.
Cognac and orange juice.

Try it, my dear. No, thank you.

The oranges will be
piling up by the crate.

I'll telegraph Bailey
in San Francisco.

Any libation
any of my folks want,

that's what my folks
is gonna get.

Why, Temple, how wonderfully
thoughtful of you.

I'm tired.
I think I'll turn in.

Good night.

Good night, dear.

Good night, my dear.

I'm afraid this
house isn't like the
houses you're used to.

I only hope
you'll be comfortable.

My dear,
it seems like home already.

Flo, scratch my sixth
lumbar vertebra.

That's it.

Say, Flo, did I ever
tell you how I got this?

Remember, I met up
with a party of Osages?

Yes, Temple, I know.
You told me.

Ah, feels good.

That's it, Pop.

Right, son.

Here. Your payment.

If it makes any difference,

Miss Vance, you gave me T.C.'s
for the last load.

The boss told me this time
to-to make sure

and got the cash.

You'll take these T.C.'s.

But the boss, he says
he was most particular.

He--

Yes, Miss Vance.

Yes, ma'am.

Pop, you must be getting feeble.

She rode you right down.

Any other remarks, son? No, Pop.

Come along.
Yes, Pop.

The last transaction with Bailey

showed about 7 1/3 percent
profit?

Not about 7 1/3, exactly.

I mean, you do
a perfect job of calculating.

I mean, it--

My dear, do come in.

Scotty's been making
a wonderfully brave attempt

to show me the way
a ranch is run

but to no avail.

I don't see how
you do manage all this.

And as for blaming you--

What blame?

For the squatters' return
to The Furies.

I told Temple that's
no fit work for a lady,

burnings and the like.

I told him you're not to be
blamed one bit
for your failure.

Thanks.

My dear,
I had a wonderful notion.

I had a notion you'd have
a wonderful notion.

To aid you.

I thought I'd write--

I thought I'd have Temple
write to Mr. Bailey

to send an experienced manager

to take the burden from you.

Why?

My dear, it's a sacrilege

that so lovely a creature as you

has been kept at The Furies,

that you haven't been granted
your opportunity

to make the grand tour
of Europe.

Paris, Vienna, Budapest...

I like it here just fine.

You're such a brave creature,

and believe me, I do understand.

That's more than I do.

I, too, have had my full portion

of unfortunate romance,
so I know exactly.

The wisest way is
to forget Rip Darrow

and the way
you've been tormented.

The wisest way is
to take a long trip--

Now, that's what I like to see--

you two hailing away together.

Come on, Flo,
this'll be fit to watch.

Marty Jaeger's breaking in
a bay Cayuse.

Yes, Temple.

It'll be all right,
my dear. You'll see.

The bay's got an iron mouth.

Father.

Yes, daughter?

Nothing.

Ah, mayhap you're right, Flo.

She has been getting moody
the past few weeks.

Mayhap a change for her.

Now, Temple,
you're so understanding.

I'm sorry about showing
the books, Miss Vance,

but she and I got to talking.

First thing I know,
the safe was open,

the books out.

I mean...

I know just what you mean.

♪ It was in the merry
Month of May ♪

I just don't know how
to fight her.

It's like hitting the wind.
It freezes me.

I always thought I'd enjoy
seeing you broke your halter.

But I don't enjoy it,
not a whit.

Turn to her.

No.

Now!

Now look at her, Vance.

You're not fighting Bailey
or the Anaheim Bank.

And you're not up
against the wind.

You're fighting a woman,
that's all.

Well, git and go!

Where'd ya latch onto that one?

I thought only old Ranahan
knew about that.

I'll tell you a secret, sir.

I heard it for the first
time today.

I heard it, and I learned it.

I was in hopes it would
please you, sir.

♪ It was when I embraced her
in my arms ♪

♪ I thought she had
10,000 charms ♪

♪ Her caress was soft
and her kisses sweet ♪

♪ Say we'll get married
next time we meet ♪

♪ Oh, curse your gold
and your silver too ♪

♪ God pity the girl
that don't prove true ♪

♪ I'll travel west
where the bullets fly ♪

♪ And I'll stay on the trail
till the day I die ♪

Vance?

What are you doing here?

I come out here
when I'm restless.

It's the Darrow strip, isn't it?

Or is it because we rode here?

You and I, that night we met.

Take your choice.

Either way, it shows
you have a haunted streak.

That's good to know.

What are you doing here?

I ride out here
whenever I'm restless too.

That was honest.

That's a dainty
little Derringer.

May I see it?

Real dainty.

Don't return here, Mr. Darrow,
or I'll kill you if you do.

Vance.

Mr. Darrow?

You're really on the prod.

Like the cattle--
all set to stampede.

All set.

You'd like me to take you
in my arms, wouldn't you?

Sleep well!

What are you up to in here?

Waiting for a chance to see you,

to talk to you alone.

All right.

Sure have been actin' woman-y
this past month.

Flo is a friend of mine.

I hadn't mentioned Flo.

And a good friend of yours,
too, if you'd only know it.

Fine. Fine. I'll light
the candles on her birthday.

What is it she gives you,
T.C.?

All your life
you've had a craving

to find a woman and lady
in the same body.

That's it, isn't it?
Elegance and refinement.

You found the lady in my mother,

but she wasn't woman enough
for you, was she?

That's enough of that kinda talk,
Vance! It's more than enough!

What's come over ya, back-bitin'

guests under your own roof?

My roof? Stop talkin' such drivel!

I don't know whose roof
it'll turn out to be!

We've no cash!

People are beginning
to mistrust the T.C.'s

and old Anaheim's sitting
in his bank ready to knife us!

Can't talk like that
in her room.

Ya gotta gab, do it out here,
not in there.

It ain't fittin'.

Go ahead, wreck yourself, but

don't wreck The Furies with you!

The Furies is mine!

I hooked it together,

and I'll crack it apart
if it so pleases me.

What are you laughin' at?

You. It's been so
long since you

were mad enough to bellow,

I thought you were getting puny.

Me? Puny? Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, don't think a good
bellow ain't real pleasurable.

Daughter, when you
get you an idea,

you stampede like a herd.

I told you once
The Furies is yours

to use and boss with me
in my lifetime,

and it's all yours after that,
the whole shebang!

That is my word to you.
Have I ever broke it?

How long will she stay?

When we hang the latchstring
out at The Furies,

we put no time limit
on it, do we?

No.

I'll tell ya this.

She's fixin' to visit
San Francisco

before much longer.

Good. I'll help her pack.

Temple?

I've been waiting, Temple.

Oh, yes, I clean forgot.

You don't mean
to ride in this rain.

Oh, my dear, I'm not one
who'll melt away.

Are you so sure?

What are you doing in her room?

My dear, do come in.

It was so good of you to have
Chiquita prepare me this tea.

I always did say hot tea
was a woman's best ally

against the rain.

I told Chiquita to bring it
to your room, not here.

I shall miss Chiquita
and you and all The Furies.

You'll what?

I leave for San Francisco
next week.

I don't know when I've enjoyed
a stay more, my dear.

I do wish I could express
how grateful I am to you.

My dear, don't try.

I hope you'll visit
The Furies again.

Sometime.

Oh, then your father
hasn't told you.

Told me what?

Why, he's journeying
to San Francisco with me.

We're to be married there.

While we're away, this room
will be done over completely,

and then I think the room
will suit me just perfectly.

Why?

I don't understand.

Why do you marry him?

Extraordinary question.

The answer, my dear,
is somewhat more simple.

A woman of my age
can get very lonely,

and I find T.C. companionable.

That's drivel. You want
his money, and you know it!

Of course, that too.

I once married for love.

The marriage failed
for the lack of money.

Money makes life soothing.

I mean to have it.

And if some term me
an adventuress,

why, I suppose that's what I am.

You know, a most extraordinary
thing your father did.

He gave me $50,000 outright

and then proposed to me
for the first time.

It's yours.
Why do you marry him?

Perhaps for love of a man

or perhaps for love
of The Furies.

You told her.

She has.

I said it was a thing
I'd tell her myself.

Temple, I knew how difficult
it would be for you.

It was my wish
to ease it for you,

to help you, to smooth it.

Daughter, I warrant that Flo
would be a friend to ya.

She yanked the blinkers
off of me

and made me see what an ornery
old moss horn I was to...

To work you so very hard,
my dear,

to compel such
self-sacrifice of you.

So it's all been
wonderfully arranged.

Mr. Bailey has a competent man
on his way here now

to take the load of running
The Furies from you.

It's fittin'.

He'll evict the squatters,
as Mr. Anaheim insists--

all of the squatters,
including the Herreras.

No! I have your word
they're not to be touched!

My dear, the entire territory
will envy you,

because you are to make the

wonderful grand tour of Europe.

Ah, I envy you myself.

To see all that
for the first time.

And my dear, please remember,

there will always be room
for you at The Furies.

There will always be a room
for her, won't there, Temple?

Aah!

Ohh!

Ohh!

El Tigre!
Everybody!

El Tigre!

If she dies, I'll kill you!

Get out!

Scotty! El Tigre!

Here! Up here!

Dr. Grieve.

Yes?

Your fee.

Oh.

Enough?

Munificent, sir, a royal fee.

How is she?
Mrs. Burnett?

Oh, her face
will be forever disfigured--

a permanent partial paralysis.

But considering
that the wound was deep

and bordered on the vein,

I'd say that I did
a very decent job.

Good night, Doctor.

Well, interesting night,
at any rate.

Full of promise.

Where'd she go?

To the Herreras. Luis trailed
her halfway up there.

Mr. Jeffords, she's your own
flesh and blood.

She's a cancer to be cut out!

Come on, boys!

Oh!

Oh! Oh, my leg!

My leg.

They almost nailed me. You'll live.

Get that sack.

Cover me!

You're afraid, huh?

There's no need for fear.

We have waited a long time
for this day.

Look at the mother witch.

Still a ways short.

Only one thing for it.
Get closer, come on!

Now move it up!
Come on! Come on!

Any closer, and we'd
all be pigeons.

Those Herreras can hit

a pigeon in the eye
at 300 yards.

You willing to get killed?

No, but it's my profession.

Mama! Mama!

The coyote will creeps closer.

Come, my toro.

Come, my toro.

A little more and I send
you to the flames!

You're afraid, yes?

Not for yourself, but for him.

You are afraid that he
will be killed, huh?

The old bull is
on his way into the trap.

Come, my old one.
Come, my toro.

Closer.

Now that rock, my old one.

Creep past that rock.

Ayeee--

No, Mama.

That is enough.

We will yield to the old one.

Juanito.

We will go away from The Furies.

My friend wants it that way.

I am the eldest!

Since when has the word
of the eldest

not been the word for all, eh?

Since when?!

Vamanos, Vance.

You are welcome to go up.

Hey!

Señor Jeffords!

Well, what is it?!

We do not admit defeat,

but we will surrender
if you give me your word

that we can all go free
in safety!

It's a lie, a trap.

He means to draw us in
for the kill.

It's no trap.
Why should they lie?

They ain't like you.

You been trespassin'
The Furies long enough!

Go on!
Good riddance to you!

We have your word?

Yes! Yes, I said!

It is agreed.

Come up!

All right, you can come
out now, my brave men!

Hyah! Come on.

Get their guns.

Cut that bay out
and bring him to me.

Get off The Furies
and stay off
The Furies forever!

You can take a horse apiece
and not one whit more.

This bay here, what outfit
does he belong to?

It belongs to me!
You know that.

The bay has a Furies' mark.
He was stolen six months ago!

Dance on the air.

Tigre, you still got a
hankerin' to see a man hang?

If this thief would hang,

never again would a squatter
dare appear on The Furies.

It's true,
but I've given my word.

For trespassing,

not for stealing horses
and cattle.

It is our right on the land
to take a horse,

a cow, a calf,

enough to live on and no more.

It has always been the right
of the Herreras on this land.

The thief, he talks of rights.

Well, patrón?

Hang him.

He means me to beg,

to beg him for your life.

All right, I will.

Wait.

It is true.
He means you to beg.

It is also true
that should you beg,

he will hang me anyway.

He sits his stallion,

stiff with hate.

You will not humble yourself.

This I ask.

Amen.

Juan.

The kiss of a good friend.

Till our eyes...

next meet.

Till then.

Tears a body to see someone
you love hurt, doesn't it?

Do you want me to beg?

Do you want me on my knees
to you for his life?

I'd hang him anyway.
That's what he said.

He did, eh?
He always was smart.

But you're not! You're old
and you're getting foolish.

And you've made a mistake!
It's me you should've hung.

Now I hate you in a way I didn't

know a human could hate!

Take a good, long look
at me, T.C.!

You won't see me again
until the day

I take your whole world
away from you!

Juanito.

Juanito!

Juanito!

Hi there, honey.

Where's Rip?

He'll be back most any time.

Just get in off the railroad?

Yes.

We haven't met before.

My name is Dallas Hart.
I'm new in town, honey.

Honey, you wouldn't be new
anyplace.

Don't tell me.
You're Vance Jeffords.

Rip tell you about me?

No, but everyone else has.

And I can believe what they say.

Good night, Dallas.

But, Rip--

I said good night!

I never could see what they
see in the thin ones.

It's not what they see.

You been away a long time.

And you've marked off the days
on your calendar.

You're not so calm and collected

as you try to make out.

I'm out to get
The Furies for myself.

How?

T.C.'s.

I've been running what Scotty

calls a bear
raid on the T.C.'s.

These past months, I've
covered every mile of track

on the railroad.

I've spread word
that they're worthless,

that my father will never
be able to pay them off.

People been offering me those
for 80 cents on the dollar.

I expect to buy all I need at
five or ten cents
on the dollar.

You might.
People panic.

Just, uh, how does this
get you The Furies?

Right here, black and white,

in easy stages.

Have I slipped up in...

any part of it?

I'm sure you haven't.

It'll work.

Fine.

There's a certain irony.

In what?

The key to the plan lies
in the Anaheim Bank--

getting it to extend
T.C.'s mortgage.

You're smart.

It wouldn't work if Anaheim
foreclosed on T.C., not now.

Not till we're ready.

I'm the correspondent bank
here for Anaheim,

but the decision must be made
by old man Anaheim himself.

You know that.

Why did you come to me?

Money.
Money to buy the T.C.'s.

The dowry money, $50,000.

I've kept it here for you.

It's yours. I'll pay you
for the use of it.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

If this works,
it'll wreck your father.

I'll not let The Furies
slip away from me.

And it certainly will

if it's left to him and to her.

Not her, him.

It's T.C. you hate,
isn't it, Vance?

You've found a new love
in your life,
haven't you, Vance?

You're in love with hate.

Well, if you're patient
and work hard at it,

it may be all you'll need
to live by.

I hope it'll be enough,
because hate
doesn't leave room

for anything else in your life.

And I speak as one
who's hated the same man

as you hate now.

What's in this deal for me?

What do you want?

The Darrow strip, the sweetest
part of The Furies.

By every fair right it's mine,
and I mean to have it.

Look at you.

Just the thought of losing
part of The Furies,

and you're ready
to claw and scratch.

Is it a deal?

Does it make sense to you to

give up 10 percent of The Furies

to save 90 percent?

It's a deal.

Good.

When do we go to San Francisco
to hit ol' Anaheim?

The sooner, the better.

May I see you to your room?

Are you sure you won't
extend the loan?

It seems my father's been
waiting a long time

to get at T.C.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Good night.

Yes?

What are you doing up so late?

I couldn't sleep.

Did you see young Anaheim?

False alarm.
Talks big, means little.

I'll have to see the old man.

Old Anaheim's got to extend
the mortgage, or we're licked.

Otherwise T.C.
won't round up the cattle,

and rounding up the cattle's
a job only T.C. can do.

Get The Furies' cattle
and then get The Furies.

Look, it was your idea.

Don't weaken on me now.

Oh, don't worry.
I'll take care of old Anaheim.

Oh, might confident, aren't you?

Sure you can handle any man.

Well, look at you.

You'd like to hit me
right now, wouldn't you?

I would.

Go ahead.

Now you'd like to kiss me,
wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

What's in it for me?

Is it worth
the Darrow strip to you?

Sleep well.

Good night, Mrs. Anaheim. Good night.

We liked this party. Thank you.

Emily, do convey
my thanks to your husband.

I'll convey your thanks
to my husband.

Good night.

Mrs. Anaheim, I can't
thank you enough.

It's been a most
interesting evening.

I'm so glad.

Excuse me, my dear.
Miss Jeffords has no escort.

I'll take her to her hotel,
then I'll stop at the club.

I expect I'll be quite late.

No, thank you,
Mr. Anaheim.

I couldn't impose.

But, Miss Jeffords, I...

No, thank you,
Mr. Anaheim.

Very well.

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You could've wrapped my husband

round your little finger.

- That's right.
- Why didn't you?

I came here for one purpose--

to make sure T.C. got a 90-day
extension on his mortgage.

I feel somehow if I had
permitted Mr. Anaheim

to see me home, I wouldn't have

achieved that purpose.

Why not?

In the course of the evening,

I realized that you
were the one to reckon with.

You're a clever one.

I don't control
the Anaheim Bank,

but I do control
Mr. Anaheim.

And have I reckoned with you?

I like a clever woman.

I'll help you.

Thank you.

He's a faithless husband,

but he is my husband.

Come on, come on.
Quit cat and mousin' me.

Yes or no?

No.

We foreclose The Furies
immediately.

Good day.

T.C.Emily.

You reprobate.

I was just told
this meeting wouldn't occur

until later in the day.

So if I'm somewhat
out of breath,

you'll forgive an old woman.

Old?
If you was any younger,

we'd have to throw ya down
to get your shoes on ya.

Oh-ho-ho.

I had the pleasure
of meeting your daughter.

Who?

Your daughter.

You must be mistaken, Emily.

I have no daughter, not anymore.

Well, the ol' bear's
got his claws sunk in me.

What is it you want, T.C.?

90 days' time.

There's been no cattle buyers,
and no market at all.

But now I've got me one.

Give me 90 days to round up my
cattle, collect and deliver,

and I'll have the money
to pay you off--90 days.

You have no such deal.

Well, I'm a rotten liar, Emily.

A lie sticks out of me like
a billy goat's whiskers.

I've got no deal.

Bailey's supposed to have
himself a cattle buy,

but with this market,
I doubt it.

Give me one more chance
at Bailey.

I think T.C. can have
until ten tomorrow morning.

Don't you?

All right, my dear.

And if he gets a buyer, you'll

give him his 90 days, won't you?

Yes, my dear.

Thanks, Emily.

How is she?

Your daughter?
Oh, fine.

If only I could find
that cattle buyer

Bailey whispered about.

If only we could float
some more T.C.'s.

If only I had a buck for every
time you said, "if only."

Cold, Scotty.

Can't seem to get enough
sun or fire

to heat me through anymore.

I've got five $1,000 bills
in my grouch bag,

and they're yours if you want.

Howsoever did you get you
the money, Scotty?

Where was I when you hired me?

Just got ya outta jail.

What was I in for?

Took the next step
to being a finance genius.

You took outright to swindlin'.

Workin' at The Furies,
I just sorta kept

my finger in the pie somewhat.

The $5,000 is yours
if you want it.

Ah, Scotty,
if youse gonna steal,

you shoulda stole enough
to do some good.

Thank you kindly.

Keep your grouch bag tied.

$5,000 would only be
a spit in the ocean.

Order up some more wood.
I'm cold.

Still cold?

Yeah, I've been cold ever since

that dawn I hung him.

Ever thought of asking her
for the money you need?

Scotty!

Scotty.

I'll get more wood.

Flo.

Supper's here.

Flo?

Please, Flo.

You said please.

You never said that
to me before, Temple.

Flo, I hate a man
that's mealy-mouthed,

so I'll come right out with it.

I'm broke, bust,

flatter than
a poor boy's tortilla.

I need the $50,000
I settled on ya

and the jewels, and...

well, anything a dollar
can be raised on.

What you put away
for a rainy day. Rainy?

It's a cloudburst.

That must have been difficult
for you to say to me, Temple.

Yes, it were.

Did you really think
I'd come through for you?

Oh, son, step outside, will ya?

I'll give a holler
when I need you.

If I gave you the money,

you'd have saved yourself
with it now.

You'd get rid of me.

Well, you shouldn't talk so.

You'd get rid of me,

because you can't bear
anything ugly.

You don't see your face
when you look at me, Temple.

But I see it.

I thought you were hungry,
Temple.

If you saved yourself now,

you'd find another woman,

one who wasn't marked,

one who didn't drink too much,

quite possibly one who was rich.

In any event,
you'd get rid of me.

With this face,
I'd find no one else.

I'm bound to be lonely.

Money is the only thing
that makes loneliness bearable

to some slight degree.

So I must refuse you, Temple.

I must keep the money I have.

And if that isn't
sporting of me,

I can't help that.

Well, that's real.

It's honest.

I'm sorry, Temple.

Yes, I believe ya are,
and I'll tell ya this.

If I ever get any fresh money,

I'll come and bring ya back
to The Furies.

I hope you do get money again,
Temple.

And somehow, I think you will.

Well, here's hoping.

Here's hoping.

Oh, son!

Pour out that wine.
Fill up these glasses here.

And catch hold of one yourself.

That wouldn't be proper, sir.
I said catch hold.

We're drinking a toast
to a lady.

It's fittin' all present
should join in.

Come on, wake up.

Come on. Come on!
Bailey's just come through!

Come on. Come on, wake up!
We got a buyer!

Go on, ya old jackass.

If I'm a jackass,
you're my brother.

Come on.
Come on, wake up!

Just got an order from Bailey.
Just got an order from Bailey!

He's got a buyer
for 20,000 head of cattle.

A buyer for 20,000 head
of cattle!

Enough to pay off
every dime to Anaheim.

Enough to pay every dime
to Anaheim! Ah! Ha-ha!

Have we got 20,000 head
of cattle?

We'll rake out every last
maggot that can
walk and crawl.

Old Cimarrons that ain't seen
the light of day

for a dozen years

and them up in those rocks
skinnier than a snake's rump!

We'll round up 20,000 head.

Come on, Scotty.

We're payin' a visit

to Anaheim, the old windsucker!

Toss me my britches!
Yah! Yah!

Hi! Ho! Hup!

Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, then. Hah! Hah!

Third horse he wore down today.

I'll tell you, he must
have him a cast-iron rump.

Come on, boys!

He was so tired, he fell asleep

hunkered on his spurs.

The patrón.

He's the best I ever worked for.

He's the best I ever saw.

He's the best I ever heard of.

The boys already
got up a tune about him.

They'll sing about T.C.
and this roundup forever.

You heard it?

♪ Through mesquite
And chaparral ♪

♪ T.C. cussed and fit

♪ And drug them cows
From out the sloughs ♪

♪ Until the cowboy spit

♪ Oh, there never was a man
Like old T.C. ♪

♪ When he was in his prime

♪ He drug them cows
From out the sloughs ♪

♪ At T.C. roundup time

I can throw you
and do more than spit.

♪ Swings his boot
And squatters scoot ♪

♪ Ain't no man to fool

♪ His word is law,
His whip is raw ♪

♪ For he was born to rule

♪ Oh, there never was a man
Like old T.C. ♪

♪ A giant in his prime

♪ His word is law,
His whip is raw ♪

♪ At T.C. roundup time

Well, will you look at that?

The old rogue.

Mean as a goat
and tough as Mother Lucy.

Needlehorn
and an uglier rogue than me.

Prancin' wild here
a dozen years or more.

The king of The Furies.

What's that?

I said he was king
of The Furies.

Where's my horse? Here.

He aims to try
to throw that bull.

He does.

Ride, T.C. Bring him down!

Ride him down right there!

Rope him, T.C.!

Rope him!

All right, T.C.
Let him have it!

Ah, patrón.

T.C., get him. Get him!

Come on, T.C.

I did it!

It's still me.

I'm still king of The Furies!

I tell you, Scotty boy,
it's an omen.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right,
Scotty boy.

Here comes Bailey now.

The roundup will be
finished tomorrow.

T.C.'ll be here tomorrow night
for his money.

He still has no idea who's
buying the cattle from him?

He said to me,
"By all git and go,

"I don't know who's buyin'
and I care less.

"Just let the money be there."

You've won.

By tomorrow night,
you'll own The Furies.

Yes, I've won.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You should be happy.

Thanks.
You've done a good job.

You know, I'd be happy
to invest part of my fee.

In what?

In dinner for the three of us.

I'm not hungry.

Nor am I.

They say the night air
is freshening to the appetite.

My rig is hitched up outside.

How very convenient.
And what a coincidence.

This is a nice, romantic spot.

That depends on who...

No.

It's no use, Rip.

No use at all?

We'll never have
what we could have had,

what we started out to have.

You've changed.
So have I, too much.

You thought it would be
different, didn't you, Vance?

You thought
that when you'd licked T.C.

and finally gotten your revenge,

it would be the
greatest moment in your life.

And if I did?
You were wrong.

Tomorrow night
you'll face T.C.
and you'll wreck him.

We're the same kind, you and I.

We're both out
for what we can get.

And we're smart.
We'd make a good partnership.

Darrow and Jeffords
or Jeffords and Darrow?

Oh, funny.

But we would make
a good partnership,

and I figured it out.

We... we may
as well get married.

It would be much simpler
than drawing up

a 20-page partnership agreement.

You're wrong again.
I'm always wrong with you.

If we marry, it won't be
a business arrangement.

Come here.

You haven't changed.

Don't worry about that.

And don't ask me
to be your husband.

If we marry, remember one thing.

You'll be my wife.

Whenever you're wrong,
I'll tell you so.

If I'm ever wrong,

you just keep
your little mouth shut.

Mr. Darrow, sir.

I hope you can chew
what you just bit off.

Hey!

Whoa.

We celebrate tonight, Scotty.

By git and go,
we celebrate tonight!

Come on, Scotty!

Bailey, never thought
I'd ever set toe

in a Darrow bank.

The bank happens to be
a correspondent

of the Anaheim Bank...

Enough of this legal mush.
Let's get it over with.

These are the purchasers

for whom I acted as broker.

I've got your signed order
for my cattle.

When do I get paid?

Mr. Bailey, pay him off.

$145,600 and no cents.

I assume the computation
agrees with your tally.

T.C.'s.

Paid in my own T.C.'s.

Worthless.

Fit to bed a pup down with
and nothin' more.

$140,000, eh?

I didn't know
I had that much out.

That's a heap of money
for one man to scatter about.

His own legal tender.

Lulu of a girl ridin' a bull.

I knew it was art,
but I'll be double dogged.

I never thought a girl
could really ride a bull.

But ya did it, Vance.

Ya rode me proper
and ya throwed me proper

and ya rode the seasonal rise
in beef prices.

Sell cattle enough now
to pay off ol' Anaheim,

every acre free and clear.

Look at her, Bailey.

She's smart and she's a beauty

and she's full of lick and fire.

She's one in the nation.

And I tell ya,
no one could've bet her

but T.C. Jeffords.

You're an old
rogue bull, T.C.,

and you'll always prance wild.

And so The Furies
is in your hands.

Well, I suppose
that's where she best be.

I'm back to scratch.

That's when I had my fun,
starting from scratch.

What's your share in all this?

The Darrow strip is mine.

You've ached a long time
to say that, haven't ya?

Yeah.

And don't think I'll stop
aching till I have a son.

We'll own the whole Furies.

Ha-ha. No.

By all the 12 sons of Jacob.

I got $100 gold in my pocket.

That'll just about see us
through the royalest ranahan

this town ever did see.

We'll start
at the Queen High. The Legal Tender.

It's my doin'.
We'll start where I say.

We'll begin us
at the Queen High.

No tellin' where we'll end us.

Oh, wait.

Forgot my chore.

"Paid in full.

"T.C. Jeffords."

Come on, Bailey.

Come on, Scotty.
We're gonna celebrate.

And we're gonna start right now.

Rip.

I know.

You want it to be
a three-way partnership.

Now I'll have all the fun again

of startin' from scratch.

Aren't you getting
a little old for that?

Old?
I'm just the right age.

Old enough to know better,

and young enough
to forget what I know.

Don't think I didn't have me
an ace up my sleeve.

Scotty's got $5,000,
and there's an island

off the California coast
named Catalina.

You've told me
about that island.

Yeah, but I didn't tell you
all about it.

You mean, a certain
wiry little filly?

Git and go,
where'd you hear about that?

Well, no matter about her.

I tell ya,
there's this island there,

and it's fit for a king!

Somebody's been shot! It's T.C.!

T.C.'s been shot!

Doc, over here!

This way!

Get Dr. Grieve.
He's in the bar.

Get him!

The old Herrera witch, huh?

Ah, she could hit a pigeon
in the eye at 300 yards.

And don't ya go namin'
my grandson T.C.

Be too heavy a pack
for him to carry.

He'd have too much
to live up to.

'Cause there'll never
be another like me.

Scotty.

We'll take him home...

to The Furies.

We'll put a great stone
over him.

We'll carve the letters
2 feet high--

T.C. Jeffords.

He'll like that.

And we'll have his grandson.

And we'll name him T.C.
just the same.

♪ There never was a man
Like old T.C. ♪

♪ When he was in his prime ♪

♪ His word was law,
His whip was raw ♪

♪ At T.C. roundup time ♪