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(Train whistle blows)

(Theme music playing)

(Whistling)

Whoa, ho, ho.

Are we clear?

Yeah, I worked the
train on at the spur

and the regular run won't
be by for about half an hour.

What you taking those for?

We can always
use another shovel.

Steal a shovel and sooner or
later you'll end up shoveling.

The old man said, "don't take
anything you can't eat or sell."

Not that!

Why not? Look just fine
nailed on the front of the wagon.

You're stupid.
That can be traced.

They'll never see it.

(Sighs) Somebody
from the railroad.

And somebody
remember I worked here.

And you're my stupid brother.

And then we'd all be in
trouble. Now give it here.

I won't.

You ain't fit to be a pembrooke.

(Train horn hooting)

You said it'd be
another half hour.

That switch.

Gotta pull that switch.

(Train horn hooting)

(Brakes screeching)

Hey!

(Screaming)

You all right? It
feels like it's broken.

All right, Tom, I'll be back.
I'll go check on the rest.

Ben!

Anybody hurt? Just
the engineer, that's all.

Lucky. Not that lucky.

It'll take a full day to get that
engine back up on the rails.

That switch wasn't
thrown. Where's the switch?

Man: (Shouts) Mr. Calhoun.

Boss, a man's hurt.
Over by the shed.

Get a blanket.

Who is he?

He's my brother.

I'm sorry.

Are you the switch man?

That's right, you're
Harlan pembrooke.

Dave: Why wasn't
that switch thrown?

And what were you
doing in the supply shed?

Stealin' out of it.

That's an awful price to pay.

Well, let's get the body loaded.

Where you from?

Back in the hills.

You go on back to the
hills and Bury your dead.

Don't let me find you
around here again. Ever!

Why'd you let him go?

He's already gotten
his punishment.

We've got a train
wreck to worry about.

Whoa.

Where's your brother?

He's dead.

What happened?

It was an accident.

Where were you?

I couldn't help him.

You're his brother!

It wasn't my fault.

He's dead. And
who's fault is it?

Calhoun. Ben Calhoun.

Calhoun.

Did you kill him?

No.

What kind of a
pembrooke are you?

I'll kill him. No.

I will.

Ben: Faster. We got work to do.

Come on... Move.

You dig here, under
rail. Try to clear it.

We can use that. We're gonna
use that soon. You, come with me.

Ready, Mr. Calhoun.

All right.

Feel up for riding, Tom?

Oh, I feel fine, Mr. Calhoun.

Considering. Good!

(Clanging) Dave!

Dave: Yeah! Be right out, Ben!

You're a college
man? (Chuckling)

All right, Mr. Vice president,

see if you can get those
ties out from under there.

All right.

Hey, there, you want me to lift it,
so to make room for you maybe?

I'll manage.

Nils,

you think you, Dave, barnabas, timber
crew can get the train back on the track?

Yeah. There is only
one engine then.

We should have it back
on the tracks by noon, Ben.

Good.

I'll have the payroll to
the bank before it closes.

I'll be in scalplock. Aye.

Tom! Be sure and
see a doctor, first thing.

I will, Mr. Tarrant.
Dave: So long, Ben.

All righty.

Barnabas, help
frank with the engine.

We need all the
steam we can get.

Right, let's get those mules.

Bring them in.

Bring those mules here.

(Steam hissing) All
right, we gotta handle this.

My father would like to see you.

Why?

To talk.

About?

About how you killed my brother.

(Gun cocking)

Down off that horse.

Get down now.

Take his gun.

Who are you?

I'm Oliver miles wentworth,

the rightful fourth
Earl of pembrooke.

And it was my son.

A British Earl?

On my father's side. My
mother was a comanche.

Whoever you are,
sorry about your son.

Breed: Sorry isn't enough.

I'm afraid an apology will not
make up for the killing of my son.

I didn't kill your son.

Yes, you did, Calhoun.

That's a pembrooke's
word for it.

Get going.

Where are we going?

To pembrooke valley.
Come on, get going.

(Piano music playing)

Alex, why'd you jump like that
just 'cause breed's comin' in?

Why not? I'm breed's pet monkey.

He pulls the string and I play.

That's enough.

A pembrooke's been
killed. (All gasping)

Pembrooke? Right.
Here's the man that did it.

What did he do?

He drove the train.

Well, he drives for me.

I say you're both responsible.

Tell your father the truth.

Your brother was killed in
the wreck that you caused.

They were so busy
stealing railroad property,

they didn't take the
trouble to throw the switch.

You tell me, Calhoun.
What killed my boy?

The wreck... That he caused.

How?

Engine ran into a pile of ties,
shoved them over onto your boy.

So it was your
engine, with him driving

that pushed your tiles
over on the top of frank.

I hold you both responsible.

That will be for a
court of law to say.

In this valley, I
am the only court.

The only law.

And I find you guilty.

You can't do a thing like...

Guilty!

The penalty is death.

All: Yeah!

(Indistinct chatter)

(Piano music playing)

Tom: It's a gauntlet!

They're going to
make us run a gauntlet.

That's something
only savages do.

Tom,

when you run it, keep your
head down, keep moving.

Don't panic and don't stop.

If you're little bit afraid,
don't worry, you're not alone.

Let the engineer come first.

No.

Let me run it. He's
an old man. He's hurt.

My son never got
to be an old man.

(Grunts)

(Grunting)

(Music stops)

Send Calhoun
through again. What?

Send him through
again or give him to me.

Where's your sense of honor?

Calhoun already got past you.

Carrie! Yeah, breed?

Set an extra place at the table.

Mr. Calhoun will
stay for dinner.

That's part of what you
earn for running the gauntlet.

What's the rest of it?

Clean, quick death.

After dinner, you will be shot.

Let me by.

That's my suit.

Your father sent
it over for Calhoun.

You'll get it back and the
bullet holes won't even show.

Don't you try me, Carrie.

With my body, Harlan? Huh?

(Grunts)

Go ahead. Try to
beat me into liking you.

Go ahead. Well,
who else is there?

Alex?

Alex is good for playing
music and drinkin' gin, that's all.

Yet, you like him, don't you?

Maybe 'cause he's
only half a man.

But I ain't half a man.

And I want you, Carrie.

Well, I don't want
you. Not at all.

(Chuckles) I don't care.

I think I might even like
you a little better that way.

(Chuckles) Except it's
never gonna happen.

Mr. Railroad president?

This is for you.

There'll be a
formal funeral, is it?

Dinner'll be in an hour.

I can hardly wait.

It's funny. That's just
about the way I feel.

(Piano music playing)

Your place, Mr. Calhoun.

Breed likes music.

I do.

What sort of host would I be
if I didn't entertain my guest?

Average, I suppose.

I'm not average, Mr. Calhoun.

Oh, yes. You, uh... You
descend from nobility.

Are you saying I don't?

Ben: Oh, I mean you're not the
only nobleman that I have ever met.

I knew a Duke once,

he dealt farrow
over in leadville.

You're being
facetious, Mr. Calhoun.

My father was an Earl
of the British empire.

A cultured Earl. Here.

This was his.

That's the family crest.

Very nice.

Where is the family?

Right here.

Nobility.

You're saying
we look like trash?

Not all of you.

Carrie doesn't.

I do, huh?

I am kin to royalty.

Pembrookes lived in
england for a thousand years.

They're big men,
proud and mighty.

(Chuckles) And I, the
rightful Earl of pembrooke,

sit here with an earldom over

renegades, breeds,
outlaws and horse thieves.

You think I don't know it?

You think it doesn't chew on me?

It wouldn't chew on you, if you'd
forget all about your pembrooke blood.

You're my son and
it's your blood, too,

and if you're not proud
of it, I'll spill it out of you!

(Laughing)

My father gambled his
way right out of england.

He lost everything he
had on one hand of cards.

Everything that
is, except the title.

And since he could
neither sell it or pawn it,

he bequeathed it to me.

Why didn't you
return to england?

(Chuckles) Why, certainly.

And go visit the queen

and tell her that my
mother was a comanche?

Yes. My father taught his squaw
how to sing god save the queen

and she taught him
how to steal horses.

Between the two of
them they begat me.

(Laughs)

(Plays piano loudly)

Are you mocking me?

He was only joking, breed.

You're real soft on
lame dogs, Carrie.

Stop it!

Both of you! Dogs!

They're always fighting
like dogs. And mongrel dogs.

Savages.

The pembrooke blood.

Mr. Calhoun, you've
had your dinner.

Perhaps there's something
special you'd like to hear Alex play.

Yeah, like a last request?

I get to kill him.

You say your father
was a gambler?

Did you inherit
any of that blood?

Meaning?

That I'll make you a gamble.

Three thousand
dollars against my life.

(Laughing)

But where would
you get the money?

We were carrying
it on the train.

(Chuckles) Cut in half.

Win it and I'll tell you
where the other half is.

What makes you think I couldn't
make you tell me right here?

Well, I wouldn't bet on that.

We divided into two
stacks. You win, that's it.

If I win, I also win
my way out of here.

That's a gentleman's proposal.

Alex knows all about gentlemen.

He used to be one.

Now he's my music machine.

I pour on the gin,
out comes the music.

Carrie, give him another drink.

What is your game, Mr. Calhoun?

Poker.

(Music stops)

Harlan, set up the card table.

Carrie, bring us
a bottle of wine.

All right, Mr. Calhoun,
but not poker.

Baccarat, was my father's game.

(Snorts)

What's the joke?

Calhoun.

If he loses he dies quick, if he
wins he dies slowly. (Chuckles)

Sings...

Not again.

Bean stew is my specialty.

Okay, come on, bean
stew. What's in it?

Uh, I'm not absolutely sure.

What was handy mostly.

(Chuckles) I'm sorry I asked.

Really bad, huh? Oh!

I guess I burned it a little.

I guess you burned
it a lot. (Chuckles)

Hi, nils.

Good. Very good.
It is not too sweet.

That decides it. You
better dump this out

before we pick Ben up or
you'll have it for breakfast.

He should have
reached scalplock by now.

Sure.

While you stand here

fighting off your beans,

he's probably off with
some beautiful girl,

seated at some elegant table.

(Piano music playing)

Your father's?

No. Got it from a gambler.

He said it came from London.

He wanted to sell
it. He asked for $100.

Tried to cheat me.

I hung him.

Glad to see that you have
such a high regard for honesty.

Fifty dollars.

Fine.

Breed: Natural nine.

That beats seven.

He'll murder Calhoun.
There's no doubt about that.

But he won't beat him.

It doesn't matter to you?
Whether he gets killed or not?

Carrie, my darling,

nothing matters to me.

Ben: I'll bet 200.

I never could play
my life out in inches.

I'll go. Play you
for all you've got.

How does it feel
gambling for your life?

Exciting.

You better get away from him.

(Yells) Harlan!

Don't you know better than to stand
behind a man when he's gambling?

I'll take your bet.

Look at your hand.

Ben: Natural nine.

Seven.

You won! You won!

Game's over.

No, no, it's only beginning.

Harlan, bring me my lockbox.

You made a bet.

For your life. But
you're still alive.

You can leave in the morning.

But until then,
we'll keep playing.

Still your bank.

(Music stops)

Make your bet.

$2,600, all of it.

That's all our money.

No, it's all my money, son.

I made my bet, Calhoun.

I'll call.

I've never seen so much
money in my whole life.

Card.

Card.

Two winning cards.

I'm riding a lucky
streak, breed.

I'll give you a chance to
reduce your bet if you like.

No.

I'll stand on these.

Four.

Where do you stand?

You seem a bit nervous.

Which means you haven't
got an eight or a nine.

But you didn't
draw a card, so...

It must mean you've got
about a six or a seven.

So...

I better draw.

A four.

The bank stands on eight.

That's all the money I got.

Then the game's over. No.

I'll bet that silver. It's real.

No!

No, you can't, breed, you promised
me this for when I get married.

Who'd be likely to marry you?

I'm betting the silver.

(Piano continues playing)

I'm not interested.

You name it.

(Scoffs)

It's not really
my problem, is it?

I think I have something
that might interest you.

Carrie...

Carrie, step over here.

Good cook, handy
with the chores...

And I've halfway trained
her into acting like a lady.

I'll stake her against the bank.

You can't!

There's nothing in this
valley, in this house that I can't!

No...

Carrie: Alex, stay out of this.

Carrie's a human being.

Breed, she's the one living thing in
this valley that cares anything about you.

And you care about her.

All right, Alex...

I'll make you an offer.

You go back to making your
music, or else I'll break your hands.

You're standing up to
me? I'll let you gamble, too.

Maybe I'll feel sorry for
you after I break you up.

Maybe.

You want to take that chance?

For Carrie?

Alex folds.

I refuse the bet.

No.

I'm willing.

All right.

I accept.

Money's on the table.
Would you like to deal?

Not too good, huh?

Three... would give
you a chance. I'll stay.

Two pictures.

A zero.

Draw anything from a
four to a nine and you win.

Ten.

You lose.

You can leave here
first thing in the morning.

Take your winnings with you.

I have a cabin across the way.

Take her with you and
whatever she owns.

I'm ready to leave now.

You won your bet,
Calhoun, but on my terms.

You won't leave this
valley before first light.

And all the family's money.

Carrie...

What else are you
gonna give him?

Start looking for the other
half of that paper money.

And you find it.

Then what?

Then we'll know
where everything is.

Why'd you agree to the bet?

I'm a gambler,
too. It's in the blood.

You're not a pembrooke.

Maybe it's catching.

And what's happened to you?

You had a feeling for
Alex and he let you down.

You hate Harlan and now
you're upset with breed.

And you won me in a game.
That's what happened to me.

And you're a man. And whatever
happens to me depends on you.

There's a guard outside.

What did you expect?

Two guards.

There's probably
one over in back.

But they'll stay outside.

You get yourself some rest.

I'll keep an eye on them.

You're the only real person
I've ever met in my whole life.

Looked all through that stage coach
and the wagon, didn't find a thing.

Keep looking.

So what happens if I look all
night and still don't find anything?

What happens to Calhoun?

Why then, he leaves.

What else?

Calhoun, it's morning.

You can take your time.

Tired?

A little.

But I suppose it's better to lose
a night's sleep than our lives.

Changed shifts
twice during the night

in order to make sure
that breed kept his word.

Gave us till morning.

Take this, you'll need it.

You're not going? Mmm.

No, breed won't let me go
any more than he will you.

And the only reason
you're still alive is because

he hasn't found the
other half of that money.

I hid it where he
wasn't likely to look for it.

In my other pocket.

You keep that.

Use it for getaway money.

Where will I get away to?

Me.

Which one's my horse?

You didn't win a horse.

You don't figure for me to walk
all the way back to scalplock.

No.

I figure on you running.

You're gonna have just
about a 10-minute head start.

But I won my life.

I've given it to you.

It'll be up to you
to hang on to it.

We're gonna gamble again.

My game, my stakes, my rules.

The honor of the
pembrookes, huh?

Breed: It's a tradition.

We're gonna have a fox
hunt. You're going to be the fox.

I'm gonna give you
exactly 10 minutes.

(Dog barking)

All right.

Well, it ain't 10 minutes yet.

It's my game, son.

I just changed the rules.

(Laughs) Let's go!

(All shouting indistinctly)

Good morning to you.

(Door closes)

The gentleman,

generous.

Take... Go buy... with it

but keep away from
me. Get away from me.

I can't go away
from you, Carrie.

I can fail you. I'm very
good at failure. But I

can't let go of you.

Let go of me? You don't have me.

Does Calhoun?

He's a man.

I am a bad joke.

You know, the worst part
of the joke is that I love you.

I know that last night, you
needed me and I fell apart.

You crawled.

Yeah. I've crawled before

different than
last night. I felt it.

There he is, over there.

Let's go around him. Force
him back into the canyon.

You go around that
way. You go up this way.

Up there, Harlan.

(Grunting)

(Whipping)

Go after him!

Good, Calhoun!

Clever.

(Gunshot)

Breed: Don't make
it easy, Calhoun!

Morning's young yet.

(Horse whinnying)

(Gasping)

(Grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

Get Calhoun.

Ben!

Where's the dynamite
they stole from the railroad?

Where's breed?

He's got the hills covered
and Harlan's dead.

Where's the dynamite?

I want you to
take Alex with you.

He'd never make
it in his condition.

He's got to.

All right, I'll take him.
Now where's the dynamite?

In the shack.

Must be back in the
valley. Come on! Come on.

(Women screaming)

Find him!

Where's Carrie?

Carrie!

Go ahead. Shoot.

I can kill an unarmed
man. Why can't you?

I haven't got the
pembrooke blood.

Now, no more gambles.
But I'll make you a deal.

I'm going out of here. I'm gonna
take Carrie and Alex with me.

And you...

There's no trouble,
then I won't kill you.

I'll take you on into scalplock.

No deal.

Kill me.

Do it.

(Gunshot)

Dave: I think the sheriff is
still mad. (Chuckling) Yeah.

He says the next time you want to clean
out a pest hole like pembrooke valley,

invite him along.
Don't do it alone.

(Chuckles) Well, you
tell him, I didn't do it alone.

Carrie, would you pour?

I don't know how. I mean...

I don't know how
to handle myself.

Alex, I'm just not
gonna fit in Philadelphia.

Well, that will be
Philadelphia's problem.

Now, you pour the coffee
or I'll put you over my knee.

Here's to need.

Need?

(Chuckles) Yes.

As a man needs a woman,
so a woman needs man.

(Whistle blows)

(Theme music playing)