All language subtitles for Comanche Moon Part 1 (2008)(BR)_Eng

There's a lot of Indians
down there, Captain Scull.

Don't be tempted by 'em, Mr. Call.
They're the wrong Indians.

I've never been thwarted
in the pursuit of a felonious foe,

and I don't intend to be this time.

That's Buffalo Hump
and his band, gentlemen,

and the felonious foe I want
is that horse-stealing Kicking Wolf.

I wouldn't be foolish enough
to take on Buffalo Hump's whole camp

with just ten men, Captain.

Captain's never been run off from,
and Kicking Wolf's never been caught.

Who would you bet against
if you had to wager...

Captain Scull or Kicking Wolf?

I wouldn't bet against the captain
even if I thought he was wrong, Gus.

He's the captain.

I'd bet against him in a minute.

It's heading toward night.
Ain't we gonna brew up some coffee?

Do you see a campfire?
You see any coffee, sir?

No, and don't you be "sirring" me,
you durn yapper.

You two can argue
some other time.

Let's go.

I consider you
a lucky man, Woodrow.

You'd probably be
long married before I am.

You'll never be married
unless you give up on Clara.

She don't mean to marry you,
and that's that.

Well, if you knew
anything about women,

you'd know they change
their minds every day.

You would've made
a good Indian, Woodrow.

You got no use
for the settled life.

I've got no use for idle palaver,
if that's what you mean.

I'd rather listen to hoot owls hoot
than listen to you think up insults.

Augustus!

Cut him off!

I'll ride him down, the scamp.
Bible and sword!

That's him, gentlemen!
That's Buffalo Hump.

Bible and sword.

It's not every day you get to see
Buffalo Hump at breakfast.

Not every day you'd want to.

That young cub we
were chasing is talking to him.

I expect it's his son, Blue Duck.

He has a Mexican look about him.
Probably the child of a captive.

He just looked right at me.

Let me look.

He almost got me once, the devil.

He's older,
but he ain't dead, Woodrow.

Those torturing fiends down there

are the best, most capable
opponents I've ever faced,

and I mean to kill them
to the last man.

But when it's done...

my God, I'll miss them.

You'll miss 'em, sir?

I'm a fighting man, Mr. McCrae,

and fighting men need
other fighting men to fight.

Well, we're a tempting morsel,

sitting up here on top of this hole.

We'd better make ourselves
morsels in motion, then.

Why, Miss Tilton.
So good to see you.

And you too, Miss Forsythe.

Mother? This is Miss Maggie Tilton.

Maggie, this is my mother.

Pleased to meet you,
Mrs. Forsythe.

Why, and you, Miss Tilton.

We just got these cups and plates
in from Pennsylvania.

I think they're the very thing,
but Pa thinks they're too fancy.

What do you think?

They're so elegant.

But I have to try not to look
at things I can't afford.

I wish we were sisters.

Oh, Miss Forsythe!

Thank you.

I doubt I've ever received
a finer compliment.

Well, I mean it!

If we were sisters,
you could help me reason with Pa

when he decides I'm trying to ruin him
just by orderin' pretty crockery.

Why, Staffordshire plates!

I'll have them all, and the cups too,
though they are rather plain.

Mrs. Scull, I haven't yet finished
inventory on the shipment.

There's more than 100 pieces.
Are you sure you want them all?

You must recall I run
a mansion, Miss Forsythe.

So box them back up
and I'll send a servant for them.

What the Negroes don't break,
I can throw at Inish next time

he drips tobacco juice
on my fine tablecloth.

Haven't seen you riding lately,
Madame Scull.

The crops aren't for my horses.
They're for my Negroes.

Good day, Miss Forsythe.

I can't seem to keep track of
my thimbles for some reason.

Now, thimbles I can supply.

There's news of those wild
Ranger boys you were hoping for.

They're bound to disappoint you.

Suppose they're still up on the plains
chasing Comanche horse thieves,

freezing their ears off.

Yes, it's been sharp weather.

I expect they're cold.

Miss Tilton...

I'd be pleased
if you'd call me Clara.

I wish Captain Scull would just
give up on Kicking Wolf.

I'd like to high-tail it back
to Austin and see Clara.

I'd like to sneak into
Buffalo Hump's camp and kill him.

That's my thinking.

We'll have to fight him
sooner or later anyway.

See, now, that's the difference
between me and you, Woodrow.

I mostly think about love;
you mostly think about war.

Yeah.

If you don't stop soon,
I'm gonna dismount right here and die.

I'm so cold and tired
I can't tell up from down.

I'm gonna quit
if I have to spend too much time

in a place where I can't tell
up from down.

Quit and do what?

All you know how to do
is ride horses and shoot guns.

If you quit rangerin', you'd starve.

Now, that's
a rash statement, Woodrow.

There he is, the rascal.

He ain't a rascal.
He's our scout.

What good's
a scout that goes off

and doesn't report
but every three days?

Hey, what's got him so riled?

'Sides that, he beat me at cards.

You must've swallowed
a badger, Gus.

I swear, you're surly today.

Shut up.

Where's Captain
off to in such a hurry?

The place Kicking Wolf and his warriors
butchered most of the stolen horses.

Kicking Wolf only wanted
the three stallions.

- Any meat left?
- Yes.

Maybe the captain'll let Deets
cook us up a bunch.

Come on, men.

Ain't you comin'?

No. I'm going to see
my grandmother.

She's old.

She may want to tell me
a few more stories before she dies.

How will we catch Kicking Wolf
without you to track?

Kicking Wolf is much too quick
for Big Horse Scull to catch.

Scull might as well go home.

And let a horse thief
get clean away?

That's not the captain's habit.

Kicking Wolf is
the best horse thief in the world.

Is Big Horse Scull
the best captain in the world?

Drag him back, Corporal Pea.
He'll scorch his shoe leather.

Come on, Bill. Come on.

Are you... yeah, yeah, yeah!

You know, I was raised
'midst trees and brush.

Never expected I'd be in no place
that was this empty.

It ain't empty.

There's plenty of Comanche down there
in that big canyon we just left.

Did our illustrious tracker
Famous Shoes

allow as to when
he might come back?

He went to visit his grandmother.

Well, he is a man of genius.

I could barely track
a mastodon, myself.

Not a big talker, but...

no point in crowding
genius too close.

Captain! It's Jimmy.
He ain't drawing his breath no more.

He was acting poorly yesterday,

but then Jimmy
always liked to complain.

Well, there's no remedy for mortality.

It'll take a good, strong pick
to hack out a grave in ground this frozen.

If only we were in Brazil,

we could do with James
what we did with my cousin Willy,

who succumbed to the bite
of the fer-de-lance,

deadliest snake in the world.

Cousin Willy was a biologist...

Here we go.
Captain's about to have a word-fit.

And it happens
that they had what's called

an undertaker beetle
down there in Brazil.

Willy wanted to go back

into the food chain
the fastest way possible,

so we laid him out naked,

and immediately,
the beetles went to work.

The next day, Cousin Willy
was part of the food chain again,

- just as he wished.
- Buried by bugs?

Not me, Captain.
I doubt if I'd ever get to heaven

without someone
to say the Scriptures over me

with just a durn bunch of beetles
for undertakers.

Well, to each
his very own, Mr. Coleman.

Cousin Willy was
of an agnostical bent.

He didn't believe in heaven,
but he did believe in bugs.

Mr. Pea?

Here, I'll make you a better fire.

Here, sit close.

It ain't much, but it'll warm you
better than the big fire.

Much obliged.

You're welcome, sir.

You don't need to be
"sirring" me, Deets.

I'm just plain me.

Maybe I'll just call you Mr. Pea.
How's that sound?

How come you did not go
with the captain, Jake?

Captain wanted me
to stay here in Austin.

Gotta take care of the place
till he gets back.

But he said I can go next time.

Felice, what happened to you?

The missus.

The missus?

What, did you drop a plate?
Did you sass Madame Scull?

I didn't sass her.
I didn't drop no plate.

If you don't hurry
with that buttermilk, Felice...

you'll get the quirting of your life.

Don't interfere
with our slaves, Spoon.

Madame would like to see you upstairs,
and you're late as it is.

What am I late for?

If the madame says
you're late, you are late.

She wants help
with the drapes. Now go!

Scat, you old possum!

Butler said you needed
help with your drapes?

I suppose he meant...

I wanted you to undrape me.

What, ma'am?

"'Come into my parlor, '
said the spider to the fly."

Well...

What, uh, ma'am, uh...

Don't stutter, Jakey.

Such lovely hair.

Ought to win you
many female hearts.

Come a little closer
so I can see your dimples better.

I was just, uh, supposed to trim
the mule's feet this afternoon.

I can't allow it.

Not today.

I should really...

Mrs. Scull...

I'd better...

Ah, there's our fine tracker.

He may be a fine tracker,
but I fail to see that he's ours.

Mostly seems to track for himself.

Well, that's just research, Mr. McCrae.

The man is said
to know every creek

in between the Rio Grande
and the Columbia River Gorge.

Takes a lot of private tracking
to build that much knowledge.

I was in Buffalo Hump's camp.

His son Blue Duck took me
prisoner for a while,

but Buffalo Hump
won't let anyone kill me.

Well, that's new. Why not?

I helped his grandmother
with her dying.

Kicking Wolf is following you.

Three Birds is with him.

Well, that's original.

First we follow him,
then he follows us.

If it's just two of 'em,
let's go kill 'em.

At least they'll stop
this horse stealing for a while.

You can't catch them.
They have better horses than you.

If you try to chase them,
they'll lead you so far away,

you'll starve before
you can find your way back.

I've been out there before,
and I didn't starve.

Here, now, men,
I won't send you out

chasing a phantom
in country this spare.

We'll post a double guard tonight.

Let's move.

Sheer, absolute genius.

Stealing horses is one thing,

but stealing Hector...
that's absolute genius!

It's still just a horse thief
stealing a horse.

We ought to be chasing 'em
instead of standing around.

We've been chasing him for ten years
and ain't caught him yet.

I'd like to see you go
into Buffalo Hump's camp

- and steal one of his horses.
- I don't claim to be a horse thief,

and we can't catch 'em 'cause we
stop to sleep at night and he don't.

What is "genius," anyway?

I guess the captain's a genius.
You ought to ask him.

A genius is somebody
with six toes on one foot.

Well, I mean,
that's what I heard, anyway.

A genius ain't got no warts.

Well, in that case,
lkey, I'm a genius.

I'm rarely troubled with warts.

I hear a genius
is desperate smart.

He's right.
I met one once up in St. Louis,

and he could
spell words backwards,

and even say numbers
backwards, too.

If you spell backwards,
you wouldn't have much of a word.

Pig.

I wish we had us
a good ol' fat pig.

All right, now, Lee,
no one was discussing swine.

No one was discussing
much of anything,

and Lee's got as much
right to talk as you have.

Captain's coming.
We'll soon have our orders.

Firearms.

Slicker. Slicker?

Need to be traveling light.

- Sir?
- Thank you.

A man should be able to go

from Cape Cod to California
with no more gear than this,

and if he can't, he deserves
to die where he drops, I say.

Sir, the Comanches
know where we are.

- You'll get scalped for sure.
- Or freeze to death.

With all respect, Captain,
why would you strike out on foot?

The tragedy of man, gentlemen,

is not death or epidemic
or lust or rage

or even scalping, Mr. Call.

No, sir, the tragedy of man
is boredom.

Boredom!

A man can only do a thing
so many times with spirit,

and then no matter how lively,
the sport becomes a bore.

I love cards and whoring,

but even cards and whoring
after a while become boresome.

You can tup your wife a thousand times,
and that becomes tedious, too.

Sir, I don't see what this has to do
with you leaving us.

Well, opportunity, Mr. Call.

Opportunity and adversity
are kissing cousins.

So we'll be leaving you,
now, gentlemen.

Famous Shoes is going to teach me
how to track while he follows my horse.

But Captain, what about us?

What could be simpler? Go home.

Mr. McCrae, Mr. Call,
I'm making you co-commanders.

See these fine gentlemen
get home to Austin,

and see that they
get paid right away.

So we're just to go home, then?

Yes, home.

If you encounter any rank bandits
along the way, hang them.

Otherwise, report to the governor
and get drunk till I show up.

What do we tell Mrs. Scull?

Oh, Inez is my problem, not yours.

If I were you,
I'd just try to avoid her.

Sir, I'd be worried if I was her
and you disappeared.

Well, that shows how little you know
of marital affairs, Captain McCrae.

Inez won't be worried,
she'll just be mad.

We're captains now, Woodrow.

Yeah, I reckon.

If I wasn't awake,
I'd think I was asleep.

I'd think I was in a dream.

It ain't a dream, you fool.

Now, don't you be bossing me
too hard today, Gus.

I need a day or two to adjust
to the notion that you're a captain.

I order you to shut up about it.

Woodrow's captain, too.

He's gonna be a lot harder boss
once he gets the hang of the job.

Get the hang of it?

Survivin's the hang of it,
Augustus.

- Bill, no more.
To wrestle with an Indian

than to reason with you!

Which way you think
we oughta go?

Well, aren't you
gonna say somethin'?

You been yapping ever since
I known you. Why dry up?

Where do you think we oughta go
if you know so much?

I've been taking orders
the whole time I've been a ranger.

Why would I know
any more than you do?

Because you're a studier, Woodrow.

You been reading in that book
about Napoleon for years now.

Me, I'm mainly just a whorer.

What made the captain decide
to make them two in charge!

They'd both argue with a stump
if the stump could talk.

Sure don't seem like
the sensible thing to do, Bill.

One of 'em says yes,
the other says no.

Well, captains oughta stay
with their troops.

If Gus and Call decided to leave us,
we'd be lost for sure.

All right.
I favor trying for the Red River.

If we go west,
we end up eating the horses.

Got those extra mules...
I say we eat the mules if we have to

and make for the Red.

There's settlements along the Red
and plentiful game, too.

Red was my thinkin', too.

Oh, is it, now.

Boys are depending on us.

Gotta keep our heads and do it right.

I just hope we don't run
into a big band of Comanches.

They'd finish us for sure.

Yeah.

So, the Red River it is,
Captain McCrae.

Let's get going, Captain Call.

No, not today, you don't.

Mind your words, Ben.
Let me pass.

No! Not today and not tomorrow
and not the next day

and not the next week
and not the next month. Not ever.

I've been coming here every day
for three weeks.

What's wrong with today?

There's nothing wrong with today,
just be gone.

I'll be calling the sheriff
on you if you don't,

and he'll know what to do
with a common lout like you.

Yeah, all right, then.

There ain't no need
to call the sheriff.

Why, thanks, Felice.

You're the only one who don't
hate me around here, looks like.

I thought I instructed
my butler to run you off.

How come you're not gone? Ben.

I was resting a minute.

Get off my step. I don't want
you 'round here any more. Ben!

And you stay away
from that yellow wench.

I don't want any
little irregularities with my help.

I thought you liked me.

Like you? I've stooped
to many follies in my life,

but I doubt I'd allow myself
to like a common farm boy

such as yourself.

It was your hair, Jakey,
your thick, lovely hair.

I suppose I found it
briefly appealing,

but now it's gone,
and that is that.

Mr. Spoon.

You call Woodrow Call
"Woodrow."

Why won't you call me Jake?

Look, I got money.

All right, I ain't a cheat.

What are you standing
over there for?

I'm ready.

Hey, I'm a ranger, too.

Just like Call.
You're still a whore, ain't you?

Then get over here.

Can I ask you
to take off your boots, Jake?

They've been in some mud.

Could you... could you just help me?

'Fraid we won't have enough coffee left
to make the rest of the trip home.

Sure don't hope so.
I love coffee.

Somethin's burning.

Captain, over here!

Oh, Lord. He's just a young'un.

Be watchful, boys.
They may still be close.

They are close.

There.

See that dust?
That's our villains.

Killed the granddad and the boy
'cause they couldn't keep up.

They took the women.

You're, uh...

you're... you're...
you're safe now, ma'am.

We need to go.
There could be 40 more not far away.

Or 400 more.

My John.

He won't have me no more.

I'll run and catch her,
see if I can talk her back.

She's right, you know.

What do you mean, Bill?

Comanches have had her.

Her husband
won't want her no more.

It's worse than that, Pete.
Nobody will want her.

Missus! Missus.

Listen, missus.

No, I can't go back. I can't.

You gotta go back, miss.
The little girls need you.

It's all right, missus.

It's all right.

Come on, let's go back now.
Let's go back now.

Hector leaves a damn large track.

Kicking Wolf and Three Birds
are walking towards Mexico.

If he has taken
the Buffalo Horse to Ahumado,

he hopes to go home
with some new wives.

I'd say he's taking
a big risk if he thinks

he can work a simple trade
with that crafty Mayan.

Back in Boston,
a saddle of antelope

is considered to be
a great delicacy.

Of course, it's a rare delicacy, too,
there being very few pronghorns

in the region of Boston Town.

You walk fast for a white man.

I can walk off
and leave most white men.

Do you know this Ahumado,

also called the Black Vaquero?

No one knows Ahumado.

When he was born, the poison leaf
was put under his tongue.

Because of that,
he can do nothing but evil.

Evil is correct.

He attacked them
in that slaver's den of his.

In the Yellow Cliffs once,
he shot Hector and got away.

It rankles me still.

You remember that slick Comanche,
the expert horse thief,

the one who traded
you horses for women...

why is that boy yellin' so?

He let the cougar
get one of my foals.

I don't raise horses
for cougars to eat.

Goyeto's working on him.

The Comanche?

He has stolen
the Buffalo Horse from Scull.

I think he's bringing him here,
and that ain't the best of it.

The best of it is that Scull's
following him on foot.

He's got that Kickapoo tracker with him.

He wants his horse back, I reckon.

Is anyone alive in the cages now?

I ain't checked today,
but, uh, I doubt it.

Scull tried to kill me once
and failed.

I tried to kill him...

and failed.

Didn't expect him to come back.

- It's the Rangers.
- Yeah, comin' in.

- Looky there.
- Look, they're ridin' in now.

Look, children.

A blonde woman...

- Land sakes.
- Children?

Billy? Billy! Bill!

What a sight!

Jake, come get this horse
for me, buddy.

Oh, Pearlie, Pearlie, Pearlie.

Oh, Billy, thank God you're safe.

Oh, my darling.

Oh, I could squeeze you in two.

Where's Captain Scull?
Was he killed?

Not that we know of.
He's chasing a horse thief.

Don't be tagging us, now, Jake.
I've urgent business to attend to.

Urgent business?

Hello, Mr. Forsythe.

Twenty-four...

You haven't seen Clara anywhere?

Twenty-five...

She ain't sick, is she?

I'm trying to count these gloves.
It takes concentration.

- Sorry, sir.
- Twenty-seven.

Traveled nearly
to the North Pole and back.

Twenty-eight.

Anxious to see Clara.

Twenty-nine.

Thirty.

She ain't sick, is she?

My daughter's never
been sick a day in her life.

She's as healthy as a horse.
She's out.

- Out?
- Out!

That's the opposite of in, Mr. McCrae.
She's gone. She ain't here.

Thirty-one.

Thirty-two.

Running errands, I reckon.

Well, I gotta report
to the governor, sir.

Thirty-six.

Hope you tell her I called.

Darn!

Don't you go
getting drunk on me.

Governor'll be wanting
us to report.

You go, Woodrow.
I got other things on my mind.

We're both captains.
We should both go.

So that's where.

Here now, Jake, stable...
stable this horse.

You tell Captain Call he can find me
in the saloon if he needs me.

And if he wants me to visit that governor,
he'd better come quick.

What, you leaving again?

That's right, leaving.
I be departing from my right mind.

Kicking Wolf has taken
your horse into the Sierra.

Three Birds' is still with them
but does not want to go into the Sierra.

How can you tell
all that from a track?

I can't.

I know Three Birds.

Three Birds is not crazy.

Only a crazy man would ride
into the country of Ahumado.

Well, this qualifies me
for the asylum, then.

Ahumado is always behind you.

If we go into his country,
he'll be behind us.

Maybe I should start
walking backwards.

If you couldn't kill Ahumado
when you had your Rangers with you,

why do you think
you can kill him now?

Lots of things could go wrong
with a military unit.

Sometimes a man alone
can do better.

I'm a born fighter.

I need opponents to match me.

Perhaps the Black Vaquero
will match me, but I doubt it.

I don't want the salt
to lose its savor.

Do you understand?

No.

I guess this means you
don't choose to accompany me.

- No.
- What'll you be doing

while I have my little contest
with the Black Vaquero?

There's a hole in the Earth
somewhere to the west.

Turtle brought the Kickapoo people
out of that hole into the sunlight.

I want to find it.

My task is simpler.

I just want my Hector back.

Thank you for your help.

It ain't polite to drink
from the bottle, Captain.

Even if you are a captain.

Proper table manners
is to drink from a glass.

Or from a saucer.

No, no, not a durn saucer.

Saucer might do
for sipping coffee,

if it's too hot
to imbibe from the cup.

Does that suit you?
And don't call me captain!

Plain Gus McCrae.

Hello, Bingham.

Hello, Captain.
Got the buggy ready.

Governor wants to see you.

You're as broad
as this buggy, Bingham.

The man who sits behind you
don't have much of a view.

No, sir.

Get a view of me, mostly.

Git up.

I'm surprised you'd drink like that
before you say hello to Clara.

Why would I say hello to her?

I seen her in a buggy
with that horse trader Bob Allen.

If he's trying to steal her from me,
I guess he succeeded.

That wasn't Bob Allen, you fool.

That was her uncle from Galveston.
He's come for a visit.

Her uncle?

Gus?

Bye.

What?

What is your hurry?

You just got here.
You've been gone over a month.

It's the governor. I gotta report.
Ol' Scull left us in the lurch.

At least Woodrow and me
got made captains.

It's the governor, Clara.

If it wasn't the governor,
it would be somebody else...

a Comanche to fight,
or a bandit you gotta catch...

Gus.

My ranger.

You mean Inish has lost himself...
and over a damn horse?

It was his warhorse, Governor.

He held that horse
in high regard.

Yes, and what about
his duty to the State of Texas?

Did he hold that in high regard?

I guess he thought
we could get the boys home safe.

We done it.

We recovered those captives, too.

Yes, though I doubt
the woman will recover.

They rarely do.

Inish Scull used good judgment
in making you captains,

and I'll second it.

You both got a bright future,
if you can keep your hair.

Meanwhile, we got thousands
of hostile Comanches to contend with,

and a whole nation to the south of us
who don't like us one bit.

And the worst is
he's left us with Inez.

I believe we can hold our own
with the Comanche,

and I expect we
can whip back the Mexicans,

but the heavens is gonna rain
when Inez Scull finds out

why her husband
didn't care to come home.

Ed!

From my reports,
they did a fine job, Inez...

only lost one man,
and that from natural causes.

Two, if you count Inish.

I decline to be impressed.

They both need barbering,
and this one slouches.

What kind of soldier slouches?

Excuse me, ma'am,
but we ain't soldiers.

We're Texas Rangers.

In rangerin',
posture ain't the important thing.

Oh, and what is the important thing?

Guts, plain guts.

All right, McCrae,
Mrs. Scull is just upset

because the captain didn't...

Oh, shut up, Ed,
I'm not so ill-bred as to be upset.

I'm angry and I detest
unbarbered louts.

I imagine these
two green ears of corn

both put whoring
before barbering.

Most men would, Inez.
It's only normal.

Well, Ed, you got
more spunk than I thought.

Captain went looking
for his horse.

No, he left to spite me.

Hector was just an excuse.

He'd just as soon
eat a horse as ride one.

Have them go fetch him, Ed.

Why, Inez, they just got back.

They need to rest,
and so do their horses.

All right,
but they mustn't wait long,

or Inish will vanish for good
if given the chance.

All right, all right.

You will send them?

Thank you, Ed.

Slouchy as you are,

I might like you to come
to tea at my house.

What about Captain Call?

Too stiff.

I do apologize... I brought you in here
to compliment you on your captaincies,

but Inez barged in and spoiled it.

Why come home just to be
et alive by your wife?

Inish Scull is
a Yankee son of a bitch,

and his wife is a...
Southern slut.

Inez Scull would try the patience
of a saint... even the patience of Job.

Well, I don't know Job, sir,
but she sure tried mine.

Lord.

Kicking Wolf, I assume.

You're the genius
that stole my horse...

which I see, incidentally,
you don't have.

Tit for tat.

Bible and sword.

If he doesn't like our cages,
take him down.

Let Goyeto work on him.

That was mighty tasty.
You're a fine cook, Maggie.

Thank you,
but I grew up in Virginia,

where there's
no vegetables to choose from.

I can live without
too much greenery myself.

Woodrow.

I got some news.

I'm gonna have a baby.

What?

I said I'm gonna have a baby.

It's your baby, Woodrow.

My baby?

Well, it's ours, I mean.

Well, Maggie, uh...

that is news.

I'm just hoping the governor
doesn't send you after Captain Scull.

Well, probably will.

Mrs. Scull's after him
hot and heavy.

You're certain there's a baby?

I'm sure, Woodrow.

Well, you know, at least we got
some time to think about it.

I suppose that fella, Bob Allen,

gave up and went back
to Nebraska.

What makes you think so?

If he ain't and I catch him
making up to you,

he's likely to get a whipping.

Gus, I don't know
that you could whip Bob,

and I'd much rather you didn't try.

And why would you doubt
that I could whip him?

I'm a Texas Ranger.

Well, I reckon
you could shoot him,

but if it's fisticuffs
you're talking about,

I doubt you stand much chance.

Bob is stout.

That's one thing I like about him.

Like about him?

You like about him?

Don't tell me you two
have been spoonin'

while I've been off doing my duty.

Got your goat, didn't I?

Besides which, we ain't married.

What I do while you're off rangerin'
is my business, Gussy.

Durn if you're not about
as independent as they come.

Gussy!

You didn't say good night.
I might have wanted a kiss.

Clara, I have had...

Durn you, Clara!

I get on my horse backwards,
which I'll never live down.

Now I put my hat on backwards, too!

I won't tell.

What was that clatter?

That was only Gus, Mama.
I was teasing him a little.

About what, may I ask?

I just happened
to mention Bob Allen,

- and it put him in a dither.
- Well, it should have.

Bob Allen's a decent man
in a solid trade.

He'd make any woman
a fine husband.

I know, Ma.

But Gus McCrae
is my one true love.

There are two kinds of men
in this world, honey...

the marrying kind,
and men like Gus.

You may have his heart, Clara,
but you'll never have the man.

He will wander God's green earth
until the day he dies.

If you think you can settle
Gus McCrae down, Clara,

then you need to think again...

because you won't.

More rope.

There goes your rival.

Mind your own business.

Clara thinks he can whip me.

Well, I imagine he can whip you.

He's at least a foot taller
and maybe 50 pounds heavier.

Shut up.
You don't know nothing about it.

Maybe not...

but if I was looking for a fistfight,
I wouldn't challenge Bob Allen.

Be common sense
to look for someone smaller.

Common sense be damned!

I'll whip him before breakfast,

then I'll probably whip you,
and maybe Long Bill Coleman, too.

Why Long Bill?

Because he's always criticizing,
the damn schoolmarm, that's why.

That Buffalo Horse was, uh...
that was some horse.

Took more than
four days to cook him.

Bible and sword.

Well, that is a sight
I never expected to see.

Mind cutting me off a slice?

I've had nothing but varmints
these last few days.

Carne por el gringo ahora mismo.

I'd say this one's about your size.

And I'd say you're dead.

If you can't catch
enough birds to eat,

I will put you in my pit.

Well, the pigeons seem plentiful.

Squab is always welcome
at the Scull table,

and it's best eaten rare, of course.

No, I could hardly ask for more.

The Texans may try to ransom you.

They might. I'm popular.

Why did you come here?

To kill you. Why else?

Do you still believe you will kill me?

I do...

and I'm rarely mistaken.

Put him over.

That's wasteful, if you ask me.

I didn't ask you!

You're burning ammunition
we might need.

The governor wants
to see us, pronto.

That durn governor's
becoming a pest.

Yeah.

Well, he's the governor,
and we work for him.

Are you throwing a three-day drunk
just 'cause Clara told you

she thought her other beau
could whip you?

I threw a three-day drunk
for pleasure, mostly.

I like three-day drunks.

Go along, Captain Call.
Need a word with Captain McCrae.

I'll be but a minute.

Aren't you even
gonna speak to me?

Hello.

Oh, stop it, Gussy.

How long do I have to be punished
for not doing anything wrong?

Who says you didn't
do anything wrong?

I say it, and you better listen!

Don't yell now.
This horse is apt to throw me.

Is this the horse
you got on backwards?

Yup.

Why'd you do that, Gus?

Because... I’m so in love with you,

I couldn't tell backwards
from forwards.

Well, that's better.

Will I see you tonight?

You bet.

Look at these, all from generals
and senators and the like,

all telling me I got to find Scull.

You would think the sun
might refuse to shine

if Inish Scull is out of pocket.

He's rich, he's famous,

and he is the best military man
this part of the country,

and he ain't here!

With the plains, from what I hear,
starting to boil...

Well, Ben...
well, what do you want?

We're busy.

My mistress is wanting
an answer, sir.

Request declined.

I did you a favor, Captain.

At least, it's a favor
if you value your virtue.

I'd as soon take tea
with a grizzly bear, sir.

Well, I doubt
we've heard the end of it.

Inez is nothing if not persistent.

But, to the business at hand.

Now, I want the two of you
to take some men

and find out what you can
about Inish Scull.

I want you to ride fast
and hurry back.

If Inish is captive,
we need to know it.

Maybe he can be ransomed.

- Our horses are worn out, Governor.
- I know.

Now, there is a horse trader
hereabouts named Allen.

He brought in
some fresh horses just yesterday.

Maybe we can acquire
a few from him.

I'll go see the man, then.

Choose your mounts, gentlemen.

The state will compensate Mr. Allen.

I'd like you to leave
as soon as possible.

- Be gone by daybreak, sir.
- Thank you.

Drat that man!

Ever since he's been made governor,
he's as pig-headed as Inish.

He is good at catching pigeons.

But he will need to catch
some water when it rains.

I want you to climb up there
and give him a bowl.

I am not a good climber.

Then this is your chance to learn.

Scull is a famous man.

The Texans will pay
a big ransom for him.

Then we will kill him.

Gracias, hombre.
I'll put this vessel to good use.

I thought your jefe
was just a killer,

but I'm beginning to think
he might be a kidnapper.

Oh, Woodrow.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Now what's the matter?

It's what's always the matter.

You're my only sweetheart, Clara.
What could be the matter?

You're my sweetheart, too,
and now you're leaving again.

I'm a ranger, honey.

Even though I'm a captain,
I ain't my own boss much of the time.

The governor says look
for Inish Scull, that's what I do.

I don't want to hear
your excuses anymore.

But it's the truth.

It's just the truth you choose
to hide behind every time you leave me.

It is not written in the heavens
that you have to be a Texas Ranger.

There are plenty of things you could do
that would be more settled.

- Like what?
- You could be a barber.

Or maybe even a judge.

Me a durn barber.

Fine, maybe a judge
would suit you better.

If I was a judge, I'd hang
half the scoundrels in this town

and that'd be that.

All right, then I don't know
what you could be...

but you're my dearest
and my deepest, Gussy.

I just can't stand all this leaving.

I just... I simply can't.

We'll only be gone a week.
A week ain't long.

It is if you're lonely.

A week can be mighty long.

I'm not a woman
who does well alone.

Clara.

I want us to marry.

I want us to marry
when I come back.

If you come back.

Damn it, Clara, I come back.
I always come back.

I'll be with Woodrow Call.

No one's more cautious on the trail
than Woodrow Call.

I wish he would marry Maggie.

We all wish that. He ought to,
and maybe someday he will,

but right now,
it's you I'm worried about.

Well, you don't need to worry
about me too much.

Even if I was to marry
somebody else,

I still want you to be my friend.
I still want you to know my children.

Marry someone else?
What kind of talk is that?!

Why can't they be our children?

Don't talk anymore, Gus.
Hold me.

Hold me tight.

I doubt there'll be trouble.
I'll only be gone a week.

But if there is, you remember
that hideout I showed you.

I remember.

Come back safe, Woodrow.

Remember what I said.

If there's trouble, be quick.

We'll need Long Bill,
Stove Jones, and lkey, I suppose.

Let's leave lkey. He's old, and we'll
be traveling night and day.

I think we should take Jake.

That worthless pup?

He's gotta get a bit
of experience sometime.

He'll need to keep up and shut up.
Jake's a blabber.

I've heard you blab a bit yourself.

We'll take Deets,
Pea Eye, and be off.

What, is there something
the matter with you,

other than a hangover?

Hurry back to me, Billy.
Don't get killed.

I won't, unless
you don't let go of me

and they shoot me for desertion.

I have to go.

Honey, don't run after me.
You'll jostle the baby.

Be careful now, Clara.

Hard to leave my Clara.
She's the finest gal alive.

You don't think she'd go off
and do something silly, do you?

Like what?

Like marry that damn horse trader
from Nebraska.

Well, if she did,
I don't know that I'd call it silly.

Maybe he's a better catch than you.

Well, he ain't, and how would
you know anyway, Woodrow?

Where's he going, Captain?

I don't know, and he don't either.

Take it.

Well, now, I roped the filly
that I really care about.

"Care about," Bob?

Well, yeah.

Well, I guess I was roped,
but nobody tied the loop.

And now I'm not.

I tell you, he is a witch.

I wish you would let me
cut out his tongue.

If he still thinks he can kill me,
he needs to keep his spirits up.

So he sings.

You complain again, I will puncture
your eardrums with a thorn...

and you won't be bothered
when Scull sings.

There is enough room
for all peoples to live in harmony.

Get over there.

Beat it.