All language subtitles for 31 -PUTG

Tombstone, Arizona Territory.

A respectable looking
lot for a change.

I think I see an old acquaintance.

A woman friend, Harris?

–Acquaintance, Clay, acquaintance.

–Miss Dixon?
–Yes?

I'm Harris Claibourne, editor of the Epitaph.

I don't if you'll remember me.

We met a few years ago in Kansas City

when you were such big news
in the suffragette movement.

That was a few years back, Mr. Claibourne.

–It's nice seeing you again.
–Miss Dixon...

You feel Tombstone is ripe for
the suffragette movement?

I wouldn't know. I'm no longer
with the organization.

I'll be dealing faro at the Oriental.
Good day, Mr. Claibourne.

An actual account
from the pages of my newspaper,

the Tombstone Epitaph.

This is the way it happened

in the town too tough to die.

(Claibourne) The name Julie Dixon appeared
on the register of the Cosmopolitan Hotel.

Room 17, Miss Dixon.

Thank you.

Do you have a Sam Dixon
registered here?

No, ma'am, we don't.

Recently?

Well, I can't be expected to keep
everybody's name in mind.

We have a fast turnover
here in Tombstone.

Could I look at the register
for the past few weeks?

Well, we're not supposed to, uh...

Miss, what about my money?

I don't recall saying it was yours.

(Claibourne)
Richie Farrell, owner of the Oriental,

had struck it rich with
his lady faro dealer.

Hello, Richie.

Hello, Hollister.

You got a hankering to join
Richie Farrell's faro game, too?

Oh, no, thank you. You're smoking
those expensive cigars again.

Thanks to our new dealer.

Betting's closed.

10 not part of the action.

8 loses. 4 wins.

Business hasn't been so good since
Big Nose Kate went through here in '81.

Where'd you find her?

[Belle] Fill this up.

Belle.

You oughta know better than that.

Can't have you drinking alone.
It's bad for business.

These new entertainers
are mighty independent.

(Julie) 4 not part of the action.

Oh, I found Julie over in Tucson
working for Billy Bennett.

She found out I was running a
table here. Asked me for a job.

Good idea, huh, Hollister?

Mm-hm. Yeah, if she
can take care of herself.

6 loses.

9 wins.

I just don't figure it, Clay.

She was one of the drivingest
suffragettes of 'em all.

And that's goin' some with those gals.

Yeah, well, Richie just told me that when
he found her, she was dealing in Tucson.

What would make a woman
change so completely?

How about money?
That changes a lot of things.

6 of hearts.

6 of spades.

King of spades.

Well, now. I finally beat the lady.

Little short there, ain't you, lady?

It's 4-to-1 when you call a turn.

–Not on a cat hop.
–A cat hop?

I, uh, don't know nothin' about cat hop.

A cat hop is when two of the
last three cards are paired.

Calling a turn in that
situation pays 2-to-1.

You'll find it in the
rules on page 47.

She's a natural-born dealer, Harris.

Got ice water in her veins.

She's a cool one, all right.

Must kill a woman of her background
to make her living this way.

Take a good look, Clay.

You can't say that's a happy woman.

[Shuffling cards]

It's about time for those cards to
start goin' the other way, isn't it?

Surely you're well enough acquainted with
faro to know it's a game of pure chance.

Luck isn't with you.

That's just what I mean.

It's about time luck
started coming my way.

Top card is 8, not part of the action.

Jack loses.

5 wins.

5 won, lady.

You were on the 5 to lose.
Your bet was coppered.

–You accusing me of cheating?
–Yes, I am.

Take your money back.
You're no longer in the game.

What's going on?

The, uh, lady accused me of cheating.

Look in his left hand. You'll find the
token he tried to sneak off the deck.

There you are, ma'am.

No need for the gun.

You vamoose. If I see you in here
again, I'll have you thrown in jail.

Take a rest, Julie.

All right, get things back to normal.

Oh, Miss Dixon.

You handled yourself like a veteran.

One of the first things a dealer
learns is to be on guard.

And the same goes for a sheriff.

Should you ever need one,
my name's Clay Hollister.

Thank you.

Julie.

–Excuse me.
–Sure.

Sorry about that blowup, Julie.

Of course, you must expect
some rough ones once in a while.

I know, Mr. Farrell.

She can use a friend, Clay.

She's out of her element.

Mm-hm.

You looking for someone?

Has a Sam Dixon
been in here recently?

Your... Your man?

My brother.

I think you'd know
him if he came in.

He drinks a lot,
gambles even more.

No, I don't remember anyone by that name.

Well, better freshen up
and get back to work.

(Claibourne) Belle Winters had
been around. She knew men.

She also knew what
was troubling Julie Dixon.

I brought you a relaxer.

I don't drink.

What are you doin'?

Looking for a name.

If you're still foolin' around with that crazy
notion of yours, about time you had a drink.

Are you sure you haven't seen
Sam around town lately?

What makes you think you'll
find him in Tombstone?

He was heading this way from Tucson.

The sprees he gets on, it's a
wonder he didn't end up in China.

Then I'll just have to keep
going until I do find him.

I'll come face-to-face with him
one day if takes the rest of my life.

You know something?
I really think you mean it.

Why do you think I took this up?

Because I like it?

I hate every minute of it,
but I'd do anything to find him.

Tom Scott was just a man.

It's only been 6 months.
You'll get over it.

Not in 6 months or in 6 lifetimes.

You had a quite a thing for Scott,
didn't you?

What makes you think he was
any different from any other man?

Men...

I think your brother did
you a favor by killing him.

I intend to return the favor.

(Claibourne) September 15, 1883.

Julie Dixon became a familiar
figure at the stage depot.

Now you see what I mean?

She's met every stage since
she's come to Tombstone.

Well, maybe she figures like I do:

sooner or later everybody comes here.

She's looking for somebody.
That's for sure.

I wonder who.

Oh, come on.
You worry too much.

No, somebody or
something changed her.

[Piano music playing]

Ah, the Oriental.

That other place didn't look
too bad to me. Come on.

Let's get back on the
other side of town, Dixon.

–What's a matter with you?
–Nothin'.

Except I'm loaded with pay and
burnin' to take a crack at them tables.

You ought not to do that, Sam.
That's a fancy place in there.

Somebody might recognize you.

Who's gonna recognize me
around these parts?

Come on. I feel lucky.

You always feel lucky.

(Claibourne) September 16, 1883.

Mail was in. A few circulars.

Thank you, Lee.

Could I speak to you, Sheriff Hollister?

Oh, Julie, uh...

What can I do for you?

–Well, I need your help.
–Yes?

Uh, Lee...

I know a lot of people are wondering
how a suffragette becomes a faro dealer.

It's unusual, I guess, but...

I thought it was the best
way to find my brother.

Is he a dealer, too?

Uh, no. I wish here were.

He's always on the
other side of the table.

Gambling's an obsession
with him, but...

Well, he is a good man.

And since my father
died about 6 months ago,

he's all I have left.

You haven't seen him since?

No, he never did like to stay
in one place for too long.

Just what is it you
want me to do, Julie?

Find him.

If I could just talk to him,
I'm sure he'd listen to me.

Maybe he'd settle down,
make a life for himself.

My father left us a little money.

You must love him very much.

I do.

He just got started off
on the wrong foot.

I, um...

I'm afraid I never heard of
a Sam Dixon in Tombstone.

I know Tombstone attracts
a lot of gamblers.

I thought at last I'd find him here.

What kind of work does he do?

Oh, he can do most anything.

I have a picture of him. He's had
a lot of experience riding herd.

May I keep this?

I'll ask around.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

If you should see him,
I hope you'll keep it a secret.

Sam's the independent sort. He wouldn't
like to think of his sister taking care of him.

I understand.

–Isn't that the lady faro dealer?
–Mm-hm.

What kind of a woman is she?

The kind that doesn't
belong in Tombstone.

(Claibourne) Clay Hollister told
me of Julie's visit to his office.

He found himself pledged to
helping the girl find her brother,

and also committed to turning him
over to the authorities in Silver City,

where Sam Dixon had shot and
killed a man over a card game.

–You know anything else about Julie?
–Nothing.

Like all suffragettes, her
background looks respectable,

and dull, as far as I could tell.

What do you think you'll do?

I don't know yet.

Well, maybe her brother
isn't even in Tombstone.

Maybe.

But if he is, the best thing I can do

is find him and get him out of here fast
before she finds out about it.

And I better start looking.

–I'll keep this out of the paper.
–Thanks.

(Claibourne) Trail herding was a likely
job for a man avoiding the law.

Clay Hollister checked the ranches
and camps outside Tombstone.

He learned that Jim Kenney had been
hiring trailhands for the past 3 weeks.

The morning of September 17.

Hello, Jim.

Howdy, Clay. What brings you out here?

I'm looking for a man. This one.

Does he work for you?

I don't ask any questions of a man as
long as he does his work with the herd.

Come on. Does he work for you?

I'd rather not say.

Well, it doesn't make much
difference. I'll find him anyway.

–Trailhands won't like me for this.
–They won't know, Jim.

Well, what's he done?

He killed a man in Silver City, Jim.

Where is he?

A good afternoon's ride from here.

They'll be bedding down at the
southern foot of the Dragoon Mountains.

Much obliged.

Why thank me?

–I didn't help you none.
–That's right.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Good afternoon. Is Sheriff Hollister in?

No, I'm afraid he won't be back
before tomorrow morning.

Is there anything I can do for you?

He's gone out to pick up
that man in the poster.

I'll talk to Mr. Hollister tomorrow.
Thank you.

(Claibourne) The night of September 17.

Clay Hollister approached the trail camp
at the foot of the Dragoon Mountains.

There's a rider comin' up the trail.

–Maybe a lawman lookin' for somebody.
–A lawman?

Yeah. I thought I saw his
badge flash in the moonlight.

Anybody in trouble around here,
they better hightail it.

You get out of sight, Sam.
We'll try to stop him.

Thanks, Will.

Well, howdy, Sheriff.

What brings you up here?

Looking for Sam Dixon.

I understand he's riding with you fellas.

Somebody sent you around for nothin', Sheriff.

We don't know no Sam Dixon, do we?

Nope.

–Are you the only lookout?
–That's right. I'm the only one.

Where's Dixon?

Now look, Sheriff, you doubtin' my word?

I told you we don't know no Sam Dixon.

How come there are three
bedrolls and only two men?

Oh, now, looky here, if you...

[Gun cocks]

All right, first man that follows me gets shot.

[Grunts]

[Groans]

We got a long ride, boy.

It's up to you whether you
make it back in one piece or not.

(Claibourne) September 18, 1883.

I had to assume Clay Hollister
had returned with Sam Dixon.

All I could do was try to
keep Julie out of the way.

–Good morning, Mr. Claibourne.
–Morning, Fred.

–Looking for someone?
–Uh, yeah, Miss Dixon.

She left a little while ago.
Didn't even have breakfast.

Do you know where she went?

No idea.

Well, thanks, Fred.

Good morning, Mr. Claibourne.

Well, hello, Miss Dixon.

–You, uh, waiting for Clay?
–Yes.

Well, you know he won't be
back till much later on today.

I was just over at the hotel looking for you.

I thought maybe if you
hadn't had breakfast yet

you'd give me the pleasure.

Not today, Mr. Claibourne.

[Hoofbeats approaching]

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Don't go through the door, Mr. Claibourne.
I'll be forced to kill you.

I mean it.
Move away from the door.

Been waiting a long time for this.

Oh, Julie.

Drop the gun, Sheriff.

Told you I'd catch up with you, Sam.

–Look, Julie...
–I said drop it!

I'll shoot the first man
who tries to stop me.

Ain't no use, Sheriff.

This is between me and my sister.

Go on, Julie. Kill me.

–If that's what you're planning to do.
–Now, hold on, Julie!

He's wanted for murder in Silver City.

He's wanted for murder right here.

He wasn't any good for you, Julie.

Stop it.

Who are you to judge him?

What have you ever done
that's been worthwhile?

You're crude, you're weak and spineless.

You always have been.
Tom was a man who...

Julie, I can afford to tell the truth.

They're hanging me in Silver City.

So it don't make no
difference what you do.

Sure, I killed him.

I killed him for you, Julie.

For me?

For you.

I was hoping you wouldn't
end up like Belle.

That's right. Belle Winters.

He did the same thing to her
as he would have done to you.

I don't know what you're talkin' about, Sam.

She was a nice girl once.

Till he got his corruptin' hands on her.

You see what she is.

If what you say is true, that was a
long time ago before I met Tom.

A man doesn't stay bad.

Some don't maybe.

But not Tom Scott.

He was uptown and
downtown at the same time.

What do you mean?

I mean he was seein' Belle again
while he was goin' with you.

I'm in a position to know, Julie.

I'm downtown, remember?

I don't believe you.

Look, Julie, I saw 'em together.

It was the same as seein'
how you would end up.

So we got in a fight,
and I killed him.

And that's why I killed him!

For your own good, Julie.

[Sobbing] No!

Well, at least I told you.

You can believe what you want.

But like I said...

I'll be hanging in a week.

I might not be if I hadn't
run from my first killin'.

Get his gun, Sam, and...

Thank you, Julie.

Much obliged for the favor.

You hold 'em here.
Give me plenty of time to ride.

Well, what about me?

They'll bring charges against me.

No, I wouldn't worry about that, Julie.

You've had lots of time
to learn all the tricks.

Just do a little smilin' at the judge,
and you'll get off in no time.

[Laughing] Faro dealer!

Sure had you pegged all wrong, sister.

You're as bad as Belle.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[Crownd murmuring]

There'll be, uh...

There'll be two charges, Julie:

aiding and abetting, murder.

Well, I can at least testify for your past character.

You might get off, if that's any help.

It isn't.

(Claibourne) That's the way it happened,

in the town too tough to die.

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ If your past has run
afoul of the law ♪

♪ It's a handy place to be ♪

♪ 'Cause your future's just
as good as your draw ♪

♪ in Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪