All language subtitles for The King and Four Queens.1956.720p.BluRay.AVC-mfcorrea.EN

A man ride like that'll kill himself.

Save us the trouble.

Hey, stranger.
Give a man a hand?

Sure thing, old-timer.

Ah. I'll heave, you guide it.

Okay.

That's a nice piece of
stone. Who's the lucky customer?

Don't rightly know.

Mean not dead yet?

Dead two years. If he is dead.

Say, this is a rather interesting
line of work you're in.

Can't complain.

Buried the barber yesterday.

Well, that's it. Thank you.

Oh, hey.

How would you like to ride over to Wagon
Mound with me and make two dollars?

I already got two dollars.
Thanks just the same.

Well, I'll reckon the women
will meet me at the bridge.

You know, the first stone
I took over to Wagon Mound,

I started across that
bridge like an idiot.

Darn near had
my head blowed off.

You don't say.

Must be mighty touchy
folks live out that way.

Son, if you had a hundred
thousand dollars stashed away,

you'd be a mite
touchy yourself.

Well, howdy do? Morning.

Whiskey, please.

Hey, you, uh... Would you mind
if I borrowed your fixings there?

Help yourself, friend. Thanks.

Riding through? Hmm.

Bound where, friend?

Wagon Mound, friend.

Wagon... You hear that, Claude?

The traveler's going
to Wagon Mound.

You know Ma McDade?

No. Can't say I do.

You'll meet her. She'll
be that nice old lady

that'll put a bullet
in your head.

What's your line, friend?

I sell. Sell what?

Notions.

You take my advice, you
hear? Stay out of Wagon Mound.

Ain't nothing there but a
burned out town and five widows.

Oh, maybe I could do a job of selling,
if they've got some money to spend.

Only a hundred-thousand dollars in gold
dust buried somewhere. That's all.

Buried gold
doesn't draw much interest.

Drawed an awful lot of
interest around here.

Them McDade girls
cools them off pretty fast.

Did you ever hear
of the McDade boys?

Oh, those McDades, huh?

They pulled their last job
about two years ago.

The Red Drop mine shipment. They stuck
it up and beat it back to Wagon Mound.

It was a nice little town then.

Hmm. Take the gold with them?

Mmm-hmm. A lot of
good it did them.

Posse right on their heels.

They holed up in a
barn to make a stand.

You know what? Somebody threw a lighted lamp in the window.
They were gonna smoke 'em out.

But that lamp landed smack dab
on the top of a keg of powder.

You know, that's a mighty
interestin' story.

There's only one thing wrong.
What's that?

I hear one of those McDades has been
operating up in Dakota country.

Sure. The one that got away.

Which one?

You name him, friend.
Boone, Prince, Matt, Roy.

Take your pick. We found
three bodies in them ashes.

One of 'em ducked out of the
barn before it went blooey.

Well, I wouldn't count on him to
leave that gold lyin' around.

Oh, it's there all right. He wasn't
cartin' no baggage when he left.

I was in that posse, friend. I helped turn
that town upside down lookin' for that loot.

Never found a smell of it.

You just say as what them
widows is hangin' around for.

Just go ahead, ask.

Yeah, I was wondering
about those widows.

They'll be there. Waitin'.

Ma and those four wives
taken over that hotel.

They're waitin' for that
livin' McDade to come back

so they can split
that gold dust.

And they don't want no nosey
strangers pryin' around.

Yeah. Well, thanks for
the entertainment.

You don't believe us, do you?

See that? A luck piece.

A McDade luck piece.
All four of 'em had 'em.

Used to wear 'em
around their neck.

Did you ever try to shoot a 20
dollar gold piece on the fly?

Them McDades can do it.
Their ma can do it.

And I hear tell them
girls can do it, too.

So, where'd you get this?

Found it layin' alongside the
barn after we put that fire out.

Well, that's a nice
little souvenir.

Well, as long as you plan
on goin' to Wagon Mound,

I'll buy you your last drink.

Thanks, but that one hasn't
been put in a bottle yet.

Too bad, Claude, I would have
liked to knowed him better.

What are you lookin' at?

He seen the sign.

My name's McDade. What's yours?

Kehoe. Dan Kehoe.

You know where you're at?

I saw your sign.

Says "Keep out," don't it?
Why didn't you?

A fellow told me
about this place.

Said if I was ever in
trouble, to head for here

and ask the lady of the
house to put me up.

What fella?
We didn't change cards.

What'd he look like?

I never saw him clear.
It was dark in that cell.

Cell?

We spent the night together in
jail, up in Dakota Territory.

I told him I had a job of
work to do in these parts

and expected to do some
hard running afterwards.

That's when he
mentioned Wagon Mound.

What was he in for?

I never heard. Come
morning, he was gone.

Did he leave no word for me?

Think back, mister.

Didn't he tell you
nothin' to tell me?

Would you mind getting me
my waistcoat, please?

Thank you.

You lose somethin', mister?

You, uh, wouldn't have the
makings on you, would you?

Answer what I asked you.

No, ma'am.

Don't lie to me, mister.

What would I want to lie for?

My trail's hotter than
the Fourth of July.

You probably heard
some of the fireworks.

I heard 'em.

I'm played out.

I couldn't beat my own mother
from a standing start.

You're all the luck
I got left, good or bad.

Oh, I know what
you're thinking, ma'am.

If the law should track me
here, you're in for trouble.

The law don't come
to Wagon Mound.

I see you got yourselves
all fixed up, huh?

Well, it won't do you no good.

He's just stayin' the night.

Who is he?
Says his name is Kehoe.

Dan Kehoe.

You want someone should
sit up with him? I...

No, I don't! I don't want
any of you goin' near him.

Is he handsome?

I don't know.
I'm too old to tell.

A man on the dodge,
in strange country,

and he just happens to
stumble into Wagon Mound.

That was a
piece of luck, wasn't it?

It weren't all luck.

Reckon you got a right to know.

Somebody steered him here.
What do you mean?

Somebody passed the word that he'd
find a welcome in Wagon Mound.

That ain't so strange. It could
have been just about anybody.

No.

Why not? Why not my man?

Or hers? Or hers?

Because, if it were my boy,
he'd have sent word to his Ma.

Or to us.

One of us.

Well, how do we know
he'd send word?

We've sat in this hole for two
years, waitin' for him to come back.

How do we know
he's comin' back at all?

Oh, he'll be back, Ruby.
He's a married man.

Also a very rich one, now the gold
doesn't have to be divided four ways.

How do we know
there's any gold?

How do we know it ain't just a trick to
keep us here till we're as old as she is?

You know because I say so!

Stay away from that
Kehoe man, you hear?

I got a boy out there,
someplace.

I can't rightly put a
face nor a name to him,

but I know he's there, and I
know he's dependin' on his ma

to ride his fences for him.

Now, one of you belongs to him,

by the laws of God
and this Territory.

And when he comes back
to claim his property,

well, he's goin' to find
everything just like he left it.

I mean everything. Now,
go on, get up to bed!

Ruby? Do you think I ought to set
an extra place for Mr. Kehoe?

How would I know?

You been thinkin' about
him all night, huh?

I haven't even seen him, except
to help carry him up to bed.

Well, save your dreams.

He'll not have eyes for you,
not in that black sack.

� When I was a little girl.

� I used to play with toys.

� Now that I'm a bigger girl.

� I'd rather play with... �

Where is he? Under the table.

He's still here, ain't he?

Oh, he's here all right.

My, don't we all look
lovely this morning?

Well, it's just common decency
to look after our appearance.

Common it is. I'd argue
about the decency.

I don't see no bird
nests in your hair.

Oh, what a stink!

That's French perfume!

Prince bought it for me when
he got out of jail in Chicago.

You all kill me.

A man sleeps under our roof for
the first time in two years,

and you all remember
you're women.

Runnin' around like
a bunch of scared chickens.

That's what you sound like this mornin', too.
A bunch of cacklin' hens.

Lord, thanks for
the vittles. Amen.

What about Mr. Kehoe? Won't
he be wantin' some breakfast?

He had his.

Is he feelin'
any better, Ma?

I expect so.

He's a big man,
that one. Strong.

Well, eat your breakfast. What's wrong with you?
You all got the pip?

My sisters-in-law
are upset today.

A man's come into their lives to
remind them of their widowhood.

We don't need no reminders.
We got Ma.

You watch your tongue.

And as soon as you've ate, you get
upstairs and get into some decent clothes.

And wash that rouge
off your face.

You look like a dancehall girl.

You take that
thing out of your hair.

What's the matter? You all
forgot you're married women?

On the contrary, Ma.

Mr. Kehoe's sudden arrival has
freshened the memory of their loss.

In a pig's eye, it has.

I ain't nobody's fool.

I aim to see
he leaves here today.

It don't seem right, puttin' a bullet in
a man and throwin' him out like that.

Well, I'll decide what's right.

Sabina, as soon as you've had
breakfast, you get up there

and fix his bandages, and tell
him to get his day's rest,

'cause he'll get
nothin' else here.

Go on, now, eat your breakfast.

Come in.

According to Ma, we're about
to lose you, Mr. Kehoe.

I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

I'm Sabina McDade. I dressed you last night.
Don't you remember?

I wish I did.

I was referring to your wound.
Sit down.

Much obliged for the patchwork.

Oh, we doctor all our
sick animals, Mr. Kehoe.

Where will you go from here?
Back to Dakota?

Why Dakota?

I thought you had
a friend there.

Not in Dakota
or any place else.

Judging from the scars I counted on
you, you have plenty of enemies.

You must have
at least one friend.

Well, I thought the old
lady might be a friend,

but you tell me she's turning
me out tail over tea kettle.

What about the man
who sent you here?

What about him?

Was he any of these?

The boys?

They look like they
knew what was coming.

Do you see your friend,
Mr. Kehoe?

No.

Well, that's disappointing.

I was hoping you'd say yes.

Then, instead of merely suspecting
it, I'd know you were a faker.

How so?

If you'd pointed out one of
those men as your friend...

You see, Mr. Kehoe, that's not a
photograph of the McDade boys.

They never had one taken.

I figured that.

Since we're identifying McDades,
which one were you paired off with?

Boone was my husband.

Still is, for all you know.

Yes.

You don't sound overjoyed.

I'm not sentimental, Mr. Kehoe.

Least of all about Boone.

We'd been married
exactly two hours

when he walked out of our hotel room.
"To get some whiskey," he said.

A week later, I picked up the paper
and read where he and the others

had robbed a Touchstone bank.

So, you high-tailed it for
Wagon Mound to get your cut?

I can't deceive you,
can I, Mr. Kehoe?

You wouldn't wait
two years for any man.

Money, a pile of it, that
would be worth waiting for.

I never pretended otherwise, not even to Ma.
It wasn't necessary.

She knew what was
due Boone's wife.

She even gave me the wedding
ring off her own finger

to make up for the one
he promised me.

Beside Ma, every man I ever met
looked like a weakling and a fool.

And if I were you, Mr. Kehoe,
I wouldn't lie to her.

Or try to play any
games with me, either.

There's a few
I'd like to try, miss.

Sabina!

Comin', Ma!

� Wished I was in Tennessee.

� Sittin' in a big armchair.

� One arm 'round
the whiskey jug.

� The other around my... �

Good morning, miss.

It's a beautiful morning.

Eyes like yours, miss, must see
beauty wherever they look.

Have a hot biscuit, mister?

Well, thank you kindly.
My name's Dan.

My name's Birdie, mister...

You just let me
call you mister.

You don't know how good
that sounds to me.

For a man who doesn't have a woman
of his own, this is a real treat.

Oh, cookin'
biscuits is nothin'.

I used to be on the
stage in Chicago.

I was a dance...

I mean, I was a actress.

Now, you didn't have to
tell me that, Miss Birdie.

You've got a real flavor
in your voice.

Have I really?

You weren't in the theater?

I've been privileged, ma'am.
All the world is a stage.

Pardon me.

Forgive me for staring, miss,
but, for a second there,

I thought that bullet
had sent me to an angel.

No angel, Mr. Kehoe.

I'm afraid here we're all
cursed for the sin of violence.

All my life,
I've fought violence.

Fought it with fist and gun. Whom
do I have the honor of addressing?

I'm Oralie,
widow to Roy McDade.

Oh, perhaps not, Miss Oralie. Maybe
Roy is the one who was spared.

Unless the good Lord
has other plans for you.

Pardon me.

Ruby McDade. From El Paso.

Ah, the city of sin.

I loved it.

You know, the old woman, she
don't miss so many times.

You're a lucky man.

Yes, I've had many
complaints to that effect.

I don't complain. I'd
like some of your luck.

I'd be delighted to share
it with you, Miss Ruby.

� Wished I was in Tennessee.

� Sittin' in a big armchair.

� One arm 'round
the whiskey... �

Hello!

You look kind of cold in there.

Come on out, and I'll show you
how Prince used to warm up

after taking a bath.

Thanks. But I don't think...

You know, first time
I saw you, I said,

"He makes me feel like I used
to with my husband, Prince."

It must be the mustache.

Prince have a mustache?

No, that's what I mean.

I always wondered what it would be like
to get kissed by a man that did have.

Uh, Miss Birdie,
you got me all wrong.

I'm not the kind of man to take
liberties with a married woman.

Didn't I mention I'm a widow?

How do you know?

I just know. Prince wouldn't
have run off like that.

He always did just what
the others was doing.

If they wanted to stay
and get blown up,

he'd stay
and get blown up, too.

Well, looking at you, I would say
that was mighty short-sighted of him.

Yeah, I was awful
sad about Prince.

I miss him something terrible.

A woman doesn't hold a candle to
a man for company, do you think?

That depends on
your point of view.

You must be freezin' in there.
Come on out, I won't look.

Well, if you're not comin'
out, I'm a comin' in.

� Wished I was in Tennessee �

Come up, Mr. Kehoe.

Expecting company?

We don't encourage
callers, Mr. Kehoe.

Well, maybe you ought
to change your ways.

A batch of beautiful
widow ladies and all.

The callers we
do get don't come courting.

They come hunting something.

Maybe the same thing
you're hunting.

I'm not hunting anything, Miss Sabina,
except a little peace and quiet.

Don't touch that bell rope if
you want to stay in one piece.

What is it? A dynamite fuse?

A relic of the old
days, Mr. Kehoe.

When the boys used to come back
from their business trips,

they flashed a signal from
up there on the rim-rock.

And when it was safe for
them to come on in,

Ma used to signal them
back by ringing the bell.

Oh! You figure there's a McDade up
there now, waiting to hear it ring?

I don't, Mr. Kehoe.

But Ma still thinks there'll
be a signal flashed any day.

That's why she wants one
of us to be on the watch.

Well, that's kind of
a thankless job

if you don't believe
he's coming back, isn't it?

We take turns.

Besides, it's a quiet
place to do my accounts.

Accounts?

Oh, yes. We're in
trade, Mr. Kehoe.

We raise chickens. Ma trades the
eggs in Touchstone for supplies.

Did you think we had some
invisible means of support?

Well, I can't say I've given the
subject much study, Miss Sabina.

How is the egg business
these days?

Oh, at the moment there isn't any.
The hens aren't laying.

Maybe you need a new rooster.

A penny for your thoughts,
Mr. Kehoe.

Oh, I wouldn't rob you.

Wouldn't you?

I got one thought you can have.

How much will it cost me?

A 20 dollar gold piece.

Well? What's your
thought, Mr. Kehoe?

That you're a worse
liar than I am.

Sabina!

Sabina!

Yes, Ma?

You seen anything
of that Kehoe man?

Have you lost him?

That don't signify.

Just wanna make sure
I ain't lost nothin' else.

You want me, ma'am?

Well, I do and I don't.

What's that?
You come into money?

Yeah, in a way.

You trust me with my gun?

Thank you.

How come you done that?

� Wished I was in Tennessee.

� Sittin' in a big... �

Listen!

The lot of you.

I know what you're all
day-dreamin' about.

You can forget it right now,
'cause it ain't gonna happen.

I don't know which of my boys is
alive, and you don't know which.

But one of you belongs to him,

and don't you forget that.

Myself, I wouldn't give a
plug-nickel for the lot of you.

But I didn't do the pickin',
they done it for themselves,

and a fine lot
they picked, too.

A fussin' and a figetin' ever since
that blame Kehoe man come here.

Were you
callin' me, ma'am?

If I was to call you what I'm thinkin',
this here air would be blue, mister.

I got just two words for you.

Pack. Go.

I been packed,
ever since last night.

The way things stand. Well, I

figure that, that fellow in Dakota
must've given me the wrong address.

But, Ma, he's hurt.

His horse ain't.

Ma. Ma, look.

Mr. Kehoe may be leaving
sooner than he expected.

Go on. Get in the house. Go on.
Get a move on, all of you.

Go on! Get!

Stay out of sight, mister.

Get off my land,
Tom Larrabee.

Now, Ma,

we know he's there!

So send him out now, so
there won't be no trouble!

Send who on out?

Are you sure, son?

Sure, I'm sure.

You know who, Ma!

That boy of yours!

Ain't no boy of mine here.

Next time it won't be your hat.

Where you goin', mister?

Out there.

You give up easy?

It's a McDade they're after.

You can't
stop us this time, Ma.

So why don't you call it quits
before somebody gets hurt.

Don't be a fool, mister. You're
courtin' a rope's end, and you know it.

I got a chance.
You ladies haven't.

Hold your fire!

That's him.

That ain't no McDade.

Something I can do
for you boys?

What's your name?

What's yours?

What're you doin'
in Wagon Mound?

Resting.

Anybody here besides you?

Five lovely ladies.

Well, you just saddle up. You're
goin' back into town with us.

What for?

Because I say so.

I don't know what business
you got in Wagon Mound,

but I ain't takin' no chances
on it interferin' with mine.

You want McDade, don't you?

I want him.

For how much?

The reward's
five thousand dollars.

Five thousand more
if we get back the loot.

You keep a lookout
posted hereabouts?

I ain't got enough men.

Willie here was chasin' a stray
horse when he spotted you.

Then what's to prevent McDade
from checking in anytime,

collecting his loot, and
hightailin' it out of here?

Nothin'.

Yes, there is. Me.

I'm a parlor border
in Wagon Mound.

When McDade shows,
I'll pass you the word.

You can pick him up and the
loot in the same package.

How are you gonna
pass me the word?

You live close enough to hear
that church bell, youngster?

We used to hear them.

All right. The next time you hear
it, ride for the Sheriff here.

And ride along back with him if
you want to see a dead McDade.

We'd sooner have him alive.

But we'll take him
any way we can get him.

It's a deal.

We're obliged
to you, mister.

Or the other way, ma'am.

You walked out that door, I figured
we'd seen the last of you.

Your Sheriff can't handle
more than one idea at a time.

When he goes hunting a McDade, he
wouldn't have a Kehoe at any price.

So I noticed. Tom Larrabee ain't no fool, mister.
Why didn't he take you in?

Because I promised him
bigger game.

What game?

The loot.

And the man he really came for.

My boy? By grab, I
wouldn't put it past you.

He believe you?

Why shouldn't he believe me?

There's a reward of
ten thousand dollars.

I've known men who'd sell
their mothers for less.

So have I.

Well, I reckon
we're quits, mister.

If you say so. Better not
ring that church bell of yours.

That's the signal I fixed
up with the Sheriff.

He'll come running
if he hears it.

You catch up your horse, and
get some supper inside you.

You'll want to
make tracks tonight.

You think I'm playing
the Sheriff's game?

No, I don't think that.

Then why not let me hole
up here for a while,

till certain people
forget what I look like.

I'm a light eater, and I'll
lend a hand with the chores.

We've done without you
for two years, mister.

I reckon we can
go on the same way.

Well, I guess
you got your reasons.

I got 'em.

Four of 'em.

One other thing. When I
go, my property goes with me.

How much property
you claim to be missin'?

Not much, ma'am.

Not above 20 dollars worth.

Ma.

You say the Sheriff's no fool.

Don't you think it might occur to
him to post a lookout somewhere

to see that Mr. Kehoe
stays put?

Might.

Mr. Kehoe didn't have to go
out there this afternoon.

They might have shot him, Ma.

Do you think it's right to make him
run that risk twice in the same day?

The rains are due any day now.

Let him stay till then.

He can get away under cover
of the first big storm.

The rain will
wash out his tracks.

That suit you, mister?

Suits me.

All right.

But I still got four reasons
for wanting you off the place.

So, just you don't
give me another one.

Going to the spring?

I am.

Now, I always try to recognize
the courtesies, Miss Sabina.

Like paying
a debt of gratitude.

You spoke up for me today.
Thank you.

Better not let Ma
catch you around me.

If the old lady had her way,
you'd have seen the last of me.

I thought that's
what you wanted.

When you went out to the bridge today,
you were playing for a reprieve,

and I like to see a man
get his winnings.

Even when you're the loser?

I'm not aware I've lost
anything, Mr. Kehoe.

You might, if I stay
here long enough.

In other words, I spoke up for you
because I find you interesting.

Is that the case
you're trying to make?

It's a possibility.

Well, you're quite right.

When you walked up to that
Sheriff, I was impressed.

So I decided to help you
stay around a few more days,

just to see what'll happen next.
You'd better go now.

Ah, incidentally, you do know
where it's hidden, don't you?

Even if I did,
a hundred thousand in gold

weighs a great deal, Mr. Kehoe.

Now, I wouldn't be able to do
very much about it, would I?

Oh, you could always melt it down
and use it for brass knuckles.

We missed you at dinner,
Mr. Kehoe.

Still taking in the sights?

That's right. I'm a very
curious fellow, Miss Sabina.

Maybe you'll show me
around sometime.

Oh, I hardly think so.

� Oh, the Father
waits over the way.

� To prepare us
a dwelling place there.

� In the sweet.

� By and by � By and by.

� We shall meet
on that beautiful shore.

� By and by.

� In the sweet � In the sweet.

� By and by � By and by.

� We shall meet on
that beautiful shore.

� In the sweet � In the sweet.

� By and by � By and by.

� We shall meet on
that beautiful shore.

� In the sweet � In the sweet.

� By and by � By and by.

� We shall meet... �

He's a mighty fine
melodeon player.

Hmm.

I wished I'd knowed
what else he was,

besides sure trouble
in a house with four women.

You know a lot of tricks,
don't you, mister?

That's right.

Where'd you learn
how to play like that?

My pa was a preacher.
Had a tent show.

I used to travel
around with him.

Played the organ, sang in the
choir, passed the collection box.

Hmm.

Your pa's preaching
don't seem to have took.

Nope.

Well, my boys was the same.

I raised 'em
best as I was able.

They knowed their Bible as well
as they knowed their own names.

If they didn't, they got the
tar licked out of them.

It didn't do no good.

They was bad.
Bad clear through.

I had to take
their part though,

even when they was busting God's
law and everybody else's.

But I knowed what they was.

Like I reckon your pa
knowed what you was.

That's right.

There ain't much
I can do for them now.

What there is, I'm doing.

Them that's gone will have a decent
grave and a decent stone to mark it.

The one that's left, well,
he'll have his rights.

After that, I wash my hands.

It was the gold.

The gold was the
ruination of them all.

Myself, I wouldn't
want no part of it.

Look what it did to my boys.

Look what it's doing to them girls,
turning them against one another,

filling their heads full of
greed and evil notions.

Every one of them
lusting after that gold.

Oh, mister, if it were mine,

I'd sink that gold in the river and
tell Tom Larrabee to swim for it.

But you won't.

No, I won't.

Because I want to
see my boy again.

And I know if he won't come
back for nothing or nobody,

he'll come back for that gold.

Mr. Kehoe.

Here I am.

I was looking for you.

Just wanted to assure myself
you were still out hunting.

Any luck?

Sure. I found all that gold
you were so worried about,

sold it in Touchstone and came back here
rich to take the woman of my choice.

Hmm. Very fanciful, Mr. Kehoe.

And how does your taste run?

Oh, to just about
your shade of hair.

About so high,
waist about like this.

Then, I've got a chance.

Supposing your taste runs
to the right kind of man.

Well, I've had ample time
to think about men.

I'd say one about so high,
shoulders about like this.

But you didn't let me
finish, Mr. Kehoe.

I'd also like a man
I could trust.

You see, I expect to be
a rich woman very soon now.

Well, maybe we could hasten
that day, Miss Sabina.

Maybe we could.

Except...

Except?

Except, I wouldn't trust you
with a snowball in a blizzard.

And I'm afraid the only gold
you're going to leave here with

is what you brought
in your pockets.

Good night, Mr. Kehoe.

Don't you never sleep, hombre?

Don't you?

Not when I got
things on my mind.

What kind of things? Or maybe
I shouldn't have asked.

That's my husband's
shirt you're wearing.

I washed it for you.

Oh, thanks. It's a nice shirt.

Yeah. Matt liked things soft and nice.
I figured you might, too.

Did you come here to
talk about your husband?

No. I was a good wife to him.
That's all I got to say.

Except that two years
is a long time.

I agree with you.

So will the other girls,
from what I hear.

All three of them put together
wouldn't make as much woman as me.

Oh, I've had a
bellyful of this life.

Them others can roost
here till they rot.

Me, I got other plans.

You want to talk about 'em?
Yeah.

When you leave,
I'm leaving with you.

Hmm. And what will
your husband say to that?

I've got no husband.

You sure? Sure.

He'd have come back. He couldn't
stay away from me for two years.

Besides, he never ran
from a fight in his life,

and this was a dandy
fight while it lasted.

No, don't worry about Matt.

He's out there in the burying
ground, and we ain't.

Well, not yet, anyway.

You're pretty clever, hombre.

I saw how you handled
the old woman.

If you're smart enough, we'll
be leaving here in style.

Work on her. She knows
where the loot is.

What about working on one of the girls?
That Birdie?

Oh, them crows don't
know no more than I do.

They're still here, ain't they? Like me,
waiting for the dead to come alive.

No, hombre. It's the old
woman got the answers.

She's a hard case. Pretty near
bulletproof, if you ask me.

She ain't man-proof.
No woman is.

A hundred thousand, hombre.

We'll be sitting
in a tub of butter.

We?

What's mine is yours.

Yeah. But right now
we're discussing money.

If Matt's dead,
you're out of the running.

Well, I'm Matt's widow.

I got a right to his share,
and anything else I can get.

And the old woman owes me for every
time I've felt the flat of her hand.

I ain't waiting
much longer to collect.

But you're asking me
to do the collecting.

Yeah. That's right.

But I'm awful willing
to pay you wages for it.

Strike it rich, yet?

On a day like this, who'd
be thinking of riches?

Oh, you've a beautiful
soul, Mr. Kehoe.

I can see
you're a nature lover.

Anybody's nature.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say that you were

acting like a jealous
woman, Miss Sabina.

But you do know better.

I sure do,
and admire you for it.

You're the superior type.

No nonsense about
your sort of woman.

As long as you're worried about
that gold, you're all business.

Yes, Miss Sabina,

you won't be much use in any man's
arms until that loot shows up.

After that, we might get
to know each other better.

"Never the less, they did
flatter him with their mouth,"

"and they lied unto him
with their tongues."

� From this valley
they say you are going.

� We will miss your
bright eyes and sweet smile.

� For you're taking
the sunshine with you.

� That brightened
our hearts for a while �

My, that takes me back. Prince
and I used to dance to that.

Where they off to?

To the spring.

We need water?

No.

That's what I figured. Go on,
Ruby, catch up with them.

Go on, get!

Well, we're all set.

I remember
my mother doing that.

But her hair was gray, and she only
had enough to make a braid so long.

I wonder where I'll be
when my hair is gray.

I know where I'd like to be.

Where?

A million miles
from Wagon Mound.

It's none of my business,
Miss Oralie,

but how did a girl like you
wind up with a McDade?

Roy was the first person who
ever made a fuss over me.

I was just 16, and I didn't believe
that he was as bad as everybody said.

I thought he wanted me.

From what I hear, he wanted
everything in sight.

Yes. Till he had it.

Well, you made
a bad draw, Miss Oralie,

but that's no reason
for quitting the game.

I don't know what you mean.

You act like your life is over.

You get yourself up
like an old lady.

Widow's weaves for a man who wasn't
worth the powder to blow him up.

You know Wagon Mound isn't
the only town on the map.

Why don't you give some
other fellow a chance?

Who'd want
Roy McDade's leavings?

What kept you so long?

Busted a trace.

Show me.

You sure ain't much of a
hand at mending a harness.

Never said I was.

Looks like rain.

You figuring to be
cooking for him?

There's no sin in it.

There is if you got
a husband of your own.

My husband is dead.

You wished he was.

There ain't a one of you
ain't buried her husband

10 times over since that
Dan Kehoe set foot here.

The rotten lot of you, burning
for the touch of him.

I'm sorry, Ma.

But everything's got
the look of evil to you.

There's no talking to you.

I want to know.
What happened out there?

Nothing. Nothing?

He asked you about the
gold, too, didn't he?

Well, what if he did?

He'll try his luck with every
one of you, one way or another.

But there ain't a one of you
can tell him where it's hid.

All right, I'll tell
you what happened.

He was kind to me,
and he kissed me.

I'm not ashamed.

He's leaving here this night,

and you should pray to God

to forgive the wickedness
in your heart.

Now, go on.
Get out of my sight.

Pretty late
getting back, hombre.

You were a long time
at the spring.

Yeah. I was thirsty.

You find out anything
you didn't know?

I found out the McDade boys had real
different tastes when it comes to women.

It wasn't that good with
Oralie, was it, Dan?

I'd tell you, Ruby, only we
didn't talk your language.

Well, then I'll tell you.

She was all sad and innocent.

Only she'll rip your heart out
for a pair of pearl earrings,

and then cry 'cause
they ain't diamonds.

She don't know
where the money is.

Do you? I told you I don't.

Then that starts you and
Oralie off kind of even.

You already made
your deal, hombre.

I tell you this, you're my man,

and I don't share you
with nobody.

You're a charming girl, Ruby.

Only you wouldn't fight for a man any
more than you'd fight for that gold.

You think I'm afraid? I think

you want that money
so bad you can taste it.

For two years you've been
sitting around here,

waiting for someone to waltz in

who'd do what you
haven't the guts to do,

face up to a tough old lady.

Now, she's in there,
and she knows where it is.

Go hunt it up.

Dan, you're not going?

The old lady says I am.

Oh, take me with you,
please, Dan.

Oh, take me away from here.

You giving up
your share of the gold?

Ma'll never let it go.

She's driving herself
crazy in there,

hoarding it for a dead man.

He'd come back
if he wasn't dead.

It's all she's got to bet on, Oralie.
There's a real glory in the old lady.

She staked her whole roll on
those sons and lost three times.

This is her last bet,
that her boy will come home.

But what about us, Dan?
Am I worth a bet?

I never put a dime
on anybody but myself,

and I haven't lost yet.

You ain't gonna
use that, are you?

He's getting out of here.
I'll drive him out.

I'm a fool to let him
stay here this long.

Kehoe! Kehoe!

Kehoe!

If she shoots him,
I hope she misses.

Hope she kills him.

Kehoe! Kehoe!

He's gone. Lit out on his own.

That's what you
wanted, wasn't it?

You shut your mouth.

Didn't he take anything?

Yes. Your good sense,
that's what he took.

What'd you have to hate him for?
He never did nothing to you.

What about you, Sabina?

You don't hold no
grief for him, huh?

No, Ma. Just disappointment.

I guess I never would've
gotten him, anyway.

But it sure was fun
thinking about it.

You're harlots. The lot of you.

Good evening, ladies.

We were afraid you'd
run off, Mr. Kehoe.

Without our farewells
and best wishes.

What'd you come back here for?

I never left.

Well, then you tell me
where you was.

You've got a right to ask,
so I'll tell you.

I was taking a last
look for the gold.

Judas.

After the way we hid you here.

Nobody chased me here, Ma.

I came here to rob you.
All of you.

You got a lot of nerve, mister,
telling me a thing like that.

I got to hand it to you, ma'am.

Wherever you hid that gold,
you sure did a good job.

I guess I could've spent a
whole year and never found it,

unless I suddenly
got a lot smarter,

so I'll be riding out
the way I came in.

Maybe a little
ahead of the game,

for having known
all you lovely ladies.

Miss Birdie, don't you ever
stop dreaming about the stage.

And keep those
pretty eyes bright,

so they'll always see
everything beautiful.

And maybe the meek will inherit
the earth, Miss Oralie,

and a pretty girl
always has a good chance.

So, you should be first in
line with a golden bucket.

Ruby, you're a danger
to the whole race of men,

but danger's always a fair
price to pay for excitement.

It's been a pleasure, ma'am.

And if your husband happens
to come back, I'll envy him.

Ma, I'll always count myself a winner
for having known a tough, old cougar

who knew how to love her
sons better than they earned

and how to give a stranger
more than he deserved.

You're a rough, old buzzard.

But you'll let me ride out of here,
because you'll be thinking of your son,

and I'm not much better.

I hope he comes
back to you, Ma.

And I hope that each of you get
the man you're praying for.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll go pack my things.

One day maybe a smarter man
than me will ride by this way,

and relieve you of that gold.

If that should happen,
don't feel too bad about it.

It didn't belong to you anyway.

I've been expecting you.

You're leaving
without the gold?

What do you think?

Cards on the table, Mr. Kehoe.

What are you holding?

Aces back to back.

I know who you are
and why you're here.

Who told you?

This told me. Care to
say where you got it?

If I did,
you wouldn't believe me.

Cards on the table.

I got it from a barkeep
in Touchstone.

I think not, Mr. Kehoe.

I think this gold piece was given
to you by its original owner.

I think he sent you here to collect
the hundred thousand for him,

only you decided
to deal him out.

I see. You got it
all figured out.

I'm willing to split the gold
with you, half and half.

Fine.

It's a deal?

It's a deal.
There's only one hitch.

I don't know where the gold is.

I do.

How?

I've been here two years,
Mr. Kehoe.

What kept you from cashing in?

I needed a man with a
strong arm to help me.

Half and half?

Half and half.

Miss Sabina, you're a
woman after my own heart.

Tougher than whang leather, smarter
than spit, and colder than January.

You've described me
correctly, Mr. Kehoe.

Tough enough to make my
own way in a man's world,

smart enough to scheme my way into the
affections of a lonesome old woman,

and cold enough to sell her
out and sleep sound on it.

We're two of a kind, Mr. Kehoe.

Thank you. I'm in. Where to?

Ride out of here now.

When everything's dark, come
back, hitch up the buckboard,

take it across the bridge
and hide it there.

When it's safe, I'll meet you.

Whoa, son. Whoa. Whoa, boy.

Ma, he's on his way.

Anybody see you? No. Nobody.

When it comes to thieving, there's
nothing like experienced help.

Come on. I'll show
you where it is.

You sure you can? Quite sure.

I wouldn't bet any money on it.

You know, that gold just walked
right up and whispered into my ear.

Why, you knew!

All the time you were telling
us your fine speech.

Well, I always believe
in giving value received.

Well, you got what you came for. You
didn't have to share it with anybody.

Why are you
waiting here for me?

Ah, there's no point in winning just for the game.
Not when you're alone.

It could have been
one of the others.

Not for fifty thousand
dollars worth.

So, you paid your money
and took your choice.

Why not? You offered
me half, didn't you?

Now you're talking
like an honest man.

They say that's the kind
you can't cheat.

Ma! Hey, Ma! Sabina
ain't in her room.

She's gone, I tell you.

Dirty, thieving rat!

It's been there all the time.

And they won't keep it,
I promise them that.

That blame Kehoe
has laid his own trap.

How does it
feel to be rich?

You ought to know.

Yeah. I got it all. The pick of the
litter and all the gold in the world.

What's so funny?

If that last McDade turns
out to be your husband,

he'll be after me
like a storm of wildcats.

Boone was the one who escaped,

but he won't be coming
after you. He's dead.

And he wasn't my husband.

The closest I ever came to marrying Boone
was watching him get drunk once in Denver,

the night before he was killed.

He told me about the gold,
so I went after it.

Passed myself off
as married to him.

The truth?

The truth.

We're a pair of beauties,
aren't we, Dan?

How'd you find out
where the gold was?

I watched Ma when she went
out to check it. You?

The same. Except I had to
wait for the right man,

and in walked Dan Kehoe.

The old fox.
She's still trying to win.

Whoa!

What are you doing?

Another few minutes, and they'll
be sitting in our laps.

A reasonable man always settles

for a half, a quarter,
or whatever he can get.

Have you gone crazy?

Here, this one is ours.

You know where the mission
is outside Las Piedras?

I'll find it.

Take that to the priest, tell him to
put it with the rest of my money.

I'll meet you there later.
All right.

Morning. Sure glad
to see you gentlemen.

You just keep your
hand clear of that gun belt.

There's the loot, Sheriff.
All accounted for.

We'll see about that.
I figured we had a McDade.

Who rang that bell? I did.

You did?

Yeah. I found the gold and set out to
return the same to the rightful owner.

People being what
they are these days,

I figured it wasn't safe
carrying all that loot

without a proper escort.

So, I rang the bell for help, and
you gentlemen did your duty.

I thank you.

Well, if you wanted us so
bad, why did you run so fast?

Yeah, well now, Sheriff, you might have
noticed that I was traveling with a lady.

It turned out she was more interested
in the gold than she was in me,

so she pulled a gun and tried
to make me run for it.

It took a lot of fast talking to make
her see the right way of things.

One of them McDade widows.
Which one was it?

Now, Sheriff, you know a man of honor
can't answer a question like that.

Sheriff, five
thousand is missing.

Yeah. My property, sir. Legal
reward for returning the gold.

Oh, I reckon he's right.

Hey, Sheriff, you know,
about those McDade women...

You know, it takes a man like
you and me to understand them.

Driven half wild with greed and
loneliness, the poor souls,

they need all the charity
we can give them.

Well, it's been a pleasure to
do business with an honest man.

Well, thank you. Good morning.

Good morning.

Well, now there's a
real fine gentleman.

You don't meet them
like that no more.

All right, let's load up the gold.

Come on.

All the saints in heaven!

Can this be a miracle, my son?

She came to tell me
you'd been hanged.

Who told you?

Your lovely wife. Her,
with the flaming red hair.

My wife?

She claimed to be.

She showed me the wedding ring

when she came
for your possessions.

You didn't give her my money?

Yes. Every cent of it.
Oh, me poor frazzled brain.

Where did she go?

What a bundle of tricks she
was, now that I think of it.

She said she was going
to Albuquerque,

but she tore off like a
wild hare to the border.

Hey, Kehoe!

Here's your cash, partner.

That's right generous of you.

You know, for a while there, Miss
Sabina, I almost took you for a crook.

You've got a suspicious mind.

Well, you had the money,
what did you wait for?

Like a fella said once, "There's no fun
just winning the game when you're alone."

Oh, I see. You figure we'd be
fit company for each other?

Haven't I proved that, Mr. Kehoe?

Get in?

This will be a rare education.