All language subtitles for Hondo.1967.12.Hondo.and.the.Ghost.of.Ed.Dow

Well, there it is boys.

Let's show 'em how we feel about folks that
try to teach the Apache to read and write.

And count.

Yeah, and especially count.

How we gonna do any decent tradin'
with Indians that can count?

You two take the school. We'll take the store.

Come on! Hyah!

Who are you?

Wait!

What do you want?

Wanna teach you a lesson

Indian lover!

My books!

Get her off me, Joe! Get her off!

All right!

All right, you little red whelps!

Now you get outta here and stay out!

And don't ever come back!

You better get out while you still can.

'Cause if you don't, we'll be comin' back.

He won't be doin' business for a while.

Come on. Let's go.

Hyah!

[Gunshots]

Hondo.

What happened, Matt?

Wilma... she's inside hurt bad.

Who did it, Matt?

I couldn't tell.

Four men. Their faces were covered.

Well, we better get her to a doctor.

–We'll use the wagon.
–All right.

Whoa!

Woman here needs a doctor.
You headin' to Fort Lowell?

That's right.

Well, that stagecoach is faster than this wagon.

Put her on this seat.

I'm goin' back and see if I can pick up their trail.

(Hondo) See you later, Matt.
Ride her easy.

Git!

Are you all right?

Yes.

What are you doin' here?

We come back to help.

The Hendrixes are good to us.

Yeah, well, you better stay away from here.

Whoever did this is liable to drop around again.

Go on, beat it.

Son

I'm sorry. I'll let you know when
the Hendrixes come back.

[Sam whimpers]

What do you got, Sam?

Well, that looks like it, Sam, if we could
just find the fella this belongs to.

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Hyah!

Whoa!

Need some help.
Someone get Doctor Paul.

–Excuse me.
–(Sergeant) Stand back, folks. Give him some room.

Yes, monsieur, we'll take her quickly to my place.

This way.

Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

Yes, sir?

–You're big for your age, aren't you?
–Huh?

I'm your grandfather, Johnny.

My grandpa?

My grandpa.

Yes, and I've come all the way
from Boston just to see you.

Mr. Dow?

Hello, Angie.

Well, I had no idea you were coming.

Ed sent me a tintype when you were married

but you're much prettier.

Ed and I weren't as close as I would've liked.

The suddenness of his death,
when your letter came I...

He was my only son.

I understand.

That and not being here for his funeral...

At least now I can visit his grave.

Of course.

Well, you, uh... you must be
exhausted from your long trip.

Why don't you come into the back.

Maybe you'd like to freshen up.

Thank you. I would.

I'll take it, Grandpa.

All right, Johnny.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Dow.

I mean, Grandpa.

You're welcome, Johnny.

Can I go show it to Buffalo?

Don't be long.

Well, I'd like to give him a great deal more.

He couldn't be happier.

You and Johnny are the only family I have now.

I'm a wealthy man, Angie.

I'd like to take you both back to Boston

and share that wealth.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dow.

I know it's hard for you to understand.
It's like, uh...

another world.

But this is a good life.

And Johnny's growing up
just the way I want him to.

Well, I won't conceal that I'm deeply disappointed

but if that's the way you want it,
why I'll have to accept it.

Well, at least let me help in the way I can...

financially.

Well, if we need anything,
I'll let you know.

Now, I'd like to see Ed's grave as soon as possible.

Of course.

She tore this from one of the men.

I know. Mr. Hendrix was in to see me.

–He's going back out there today.
–And you're lettin' him?

Well, what do you suggest I do?
Throw him in the guardhouse?

Talk him out of it.

It's his decision!

Look, Captain, those men will be back.

What men?

You don't know who they are,
you didn't see anyone

you didn't find any trails.

Captain, that's a tradin' post.
There's a dozen different trails around it.

That leaves us nowhere with nothing.

Not exactly.

If they wanna get rid of the Hendrixes,
most likely they're traders.

The kind that don't like to
deal with educated Indians.

Well, that narrows it down
considerably, doesn't it?

Mr. Lane, there's at least fifty
traders in this area alone.

Well, it narrows it down more than that,
Captain, to the man that owns this.

I'm gonna see Doc Paul as soon
as Mrs. Hendrix is fit to talk.

Do you know why they buried
your father so far from town?

I guess they just bury people where
they die out here, Grandpa.

Did they find the Indian who killed him?

No, he got away.

[Horse neighs]

It's all right, Grandpa.

That's Vittoro.

Vittoro?

He's an Apache chief.

Comes here sometimes

to visit his daughter's grave.

(Ben Dow)
An Indian woman is buried there?

A beautiful Indian lady.

Do you know Vittoro has more scalps
than any other Chiricahua?

And he's your friend?

Oh, that was before the treaty, Grandpa.

Him and Emberato used to go hunting.

Emberato?

He's my special friend.
Knows all about them.

A mountain lion's up there.

Where?

Oh, you can't see him,
but Emberato showed me his cave.

Has a mate and two cubs.

He sleeps all day.

She does the hunting.

Did Emberato tell you that, too?

Sure! Emberato tells me
lots of things about animals.

And ways to find water,
and how to keep from getting lost.

He seems like quite a man.

I'd like to meet this friend of yours.

You will, Grandpa. When he's at
the fort he comes for supper.

Good.

(Buffalo)
I can't imagine who'd do a thing
like that to the Hendrixes.

You seen anyone around missing this lately?

No, I ain't....

Why don't you try Mrs. Marney? See if
she done any mendin' for anybody.

I already did.

How's Mrs. Hendrix?

Well, she hasn't come to yet.

[Sighs] Expect she'll be all right?

Doc thinks so.

I'd sure like to know who busted up their place.

Seen anything of Red Henderson
and his brothers lately?

Oh, it couldn't be the Hendersons.

They're plumb up north in Colorado.

[Sam growling]

[Barks]

[Barks]

Get that ugly mongrel outta my way.

Shut up, Sam.

I still don't trust him.

(Buffalo) Looks like he don't trust you neither.

You get him outta my way
or I'm gonna blow his head off.

Why don't you just come over to
the bar here and have a drink?

I'll forget what you said.

The argument is over.

You're welcome.

Come on, Sam.

Didn't think I'd be running
into you again so soon.

Well, I guess sooner or later
everybody passes through here.

You look like you could use a drink.
I know I could.

Well, thanks. I think I had my fill.

Maybe some other time.

Rock and rye, please.

Sorry. All I have is straight whiskey.

All right. Whiskey.

Excuse me.

My name's Victor Tribolet.

Now I know I haven't seen you
here before, but somehow...

you remind me of someone.

They say my son resembled me quite a bit.

I'm Ben Dow.

Ed Dow's father.
Of course.

That's too bad about Ed.

Mr. Tribolet, have they done
anything about that Indian?

Indian?

The one who killed Ed.

My daughter-in-law wrote me about it.

Well, I suppose she had her reasons
for writing you a thing like that.

What do you mean?

No offense, Mr. Dow.

It's just that everyone around here
knows who shot your son.

The man you just invited to have a drink.

Hondo Lane.

Mr. Dow, what's wrong?

My son's grave

hidden out there in the desert.

But now I know why you're trying to hide it.

It wasn't the Indians, was it?

Yes, it was.

The other man...

I mean...

Well, the rest of it...
it was an accident.

No one's to blame.

Oh, I wish I could make you understand!

Try!

Go ahead!

You're good at explanations.

Mommy, can Emberato stay for supper?

(Angie) Well, I don't know.

(Johnny) Please. He has to go pretty soon.

Maybe today.

Well, maybe.

You go pick some berries for supper.

Now, Mom?

Yes, now, Johnny. Now.

See you later, Emberato.

Hondo Lane.

Emberato.

I tried to tell him about Ed.

She might have gotten away with it, too.

But there are decent people in this place.

Gotten away with what?

Hiding my son's murderer!

What kind of a woman are you

carrying on with him?

Letting Johnny idolize him?

That's about enough.

Was it planned?
Were you in it together?

–No, no...
–Mr. Dow!

There's never been anything
between Angie and myself.

Of course not.

She's a good woman.

She's been through a lot.
Leave her alone.

So that's why you didn't want to leave here.

That's not true!

Well, Johnny is still my grandson

and thank the Lord I'm here to
protect him against both of you.

There are laws even out here

when a child like that is concerned.

Oh, no!

You can't take Johnny!

Angie, take it easy.

But Ed told me about him.

When he wants something,
he's blind to everything else.

That's why Ed ran away.

He's not in Boston now.

But he can hire lawyers.
The best!

No judge would take Johnny away
without giving him a full hearing.

If it came to that, he'd lose.

But then the truth would
have to come out about Ed

that he tried to kill you.

I'm thinking of Johnny.

What it would do to him if he found it out like this.

Angie, you know what I think about that.

Sooner or later he's gonna
have to find out anyway.

And so will Mr. Dow.

Maybe not.

He has his pride.

Let him keep his memories.

It's not a memory he wants. It's Johnny.

Hey, Hondo.
[Laughs]

Doin' a little drinkin'?

More thinkin' than drinkin', I guess.

Would you like some company?

Nope.

Adios, brother.

[Apaches yelling]

Come on, Sam.

[Sam barking]

[Horse neighs]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

My name is Lane.
Are you two all right?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Lane.

My name's Angie Dow.

This is Johnny.

We'll have to camp here tonight.
I'll right your wagon.

Somethin' I don't understand, Mrs. Dow.

What?

What you and that boy are
doin' alone in Indian country.

My husband runs the store at Fort Lowell.

He was away and I promised to take some supplies

to the relay station just west of here.

Some troopers escorted us as far as the station

but they had to keep going.

I was sure it was safe to go back alone.

Nice to be sure.

You seem to know a great deal about the Apaches.

I do.

I suppose you would learn fighting them.

Partly fightin' 'em

partly livin' with 'em.

You lived with the Apaches?

When you're married to one,
it's better to live with her

than to have her live with you.

You have an Indian wife?

Wife, squaw...

I had one. Destarte's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

(Ed Dow) No...

You haven't heard the last
from me, mister gunman.

Did you say something, Ed?

Yeah, I said somethin'.

–Well, what is it?
–Never mind.

You'll find out what is it.

You'll find out when I get ready to tell you.

All right, Ed.

I'm going to sleep. I'm tired.

Were you tired last night, too?

–You're drunk.
–Yeah, I'm drunk.

I'm drunk and you don't
like the smell of whiskey.

–Good night.
–Mrs. Dow!

What did he smell like?

You're gonna smell dead, Mr. Hondo Lane.

Now's our chance.

That suits me.

Before he gets too deep into Indian country.

Hey, Dow...

We split fifty-fifty, right?

That's what I said.

[Sam growling]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshot]

There wasn't anything else I could do.

He wanted the money.

That dodger's no good.
I've been pardoned.

Now I've gotta tell the boy I killed his father.

He's my son.

I'll tell him in my own way.

Circuit judge isn't due here until the 20th.

–Well, that's three weeks from now.
–Mm-hmm.

I wasn't planning to stay that long.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dow.

Well, certainly there's something
you can do about it?

No, not a thing.

I have no authority over civil legal matters.

It's a fine country

where the welfare of my grandson depends
upon the convenience of a gypsy judge.

Well, thanks, Mr. Tribolet.

You know, Selby, I'm curious about something.

Why did Hondo's dog go after you?

Well, me and the boys paid the
Hendrix trading post a little visit.

Yes.

I heard they'd been visited.

Well, Mr. Tribolet, they were ruinin'
our business with the Ind...

I understand completely.

I do a little trading myself.

But that still doesn't answer my question.

Why'd the dog attack you?

Well, the Hendrix woman tore
a button off of Sel's jacket.

Yeah, and Hondo was foolin'
with it when we came in.

I guess his hound smelled it
and then got a smell of me.

There's no button off your jacket.

That's because I had sense enough to
stash the other jacket out at our cabin.

Good.

Well...

now maybe you can do some
dealing with the Indians.

Get me some decent buffalo hides.

Yeah, as soon as you get us
some decent tradin' whiskey.

I'll have my boys drop it off for
you at Big Rock right away.

That's all we're waitin' for.

Now, uh, suppose the Hendrix
couple decide to come back.

Now, that'd be a shame.

Whiskey?

Where is the nearest sheriff from here?

Sheriff?

Tucson.

It's about two days' ride.

(Dow) I'll have that whiskey.

Mr. Dow

someone giving you trouble?

It's this miserable country.

No laws, no courts when you need 'em.

Well, I don't know what your grievance is.

When you live out here,
you manage to find shortcuts.

It's my grandson.

He doesn't belong here.

But I can't wait for that judge to come along

so I can get legal custody of him.

Well, Mr. Dow, if it were my grandson

I'd certainly do what has to
be done before it's too late.

Too late?

Hondo Lane has that boy and his
mother wrapped around his finger.

Now if they should decide to get married

he'll take over the business, the boy, and everything.

Well, that settles it.

Judge or no judge, I've gotta get
that boy away from those two.

I have, uh, some associates who have a cabin

hidden away in the hills beyond here.

Now I'm sure for the proper inducement

they'd be happy to have that
boy there waitin' for you.

Mr. Tribolet

what do you expect to get out of this?

I'll be quite honest with you, Mr. Dow.

I've tried for some time to buy that
store from your daughter-in-law

without success.

I've gotta get that boy out of here.

I don't want him harmed in any way.

Mr. Dow

we both have the same interest at heart.

I wish I could be more helpful

but they all wore masks.

Maybe Matt remembers something.

But, madame, your husband went back
to your store just a little while ago.

–Alone?
–(Doc Paul) Oui.

He said it must be done.

(Doc Paul)
Now, now, you must not become alarmed.

He will come back to get you, huh?

Is there anything else, Mrs. Hendrix?
Anything at all?

How can I think clearly?

Well, you've gotta try.

One of the men...

I can't even describe him.

But he called the other one something like...

Sel.

Was this Sel a big man?

Big?

Well, yes, bigger than the other one.

Do you know who he is?

Mrs. Hendrix, I think I do.

How long has Selby been gone?

Bartender at the cantina said about an hour.

You want to take some troopers with you?

No, I think I can trail him better by myself.

Maybe you're right.

See if you can find out where they hole up.

All right.

Oh, Mr. Lane...

Mrs. Dow's father-in-law was in to see me.
I guess you know what that's all about.

I do.

Well, I hope everything works out all right.

Well, thanks, Captain. So do I.

Sergeant.

Yes, sir?

Take some men out to the trading post.
See if Mr. Hendrix is all right.

[Gunshots]

Let's go.

(Angie) Buffalo!

Howdy, Angie.

Buffalo, have you seen Johnny?

No, I ain't. I ain't

Is he missin' or somethin'?

Well, he should've been back hours ago.

Well, where'd he go?

The huckleberry patch.

[Laughs]

Well, I wouldn't worry about him none.
You know how kids are.

He's probably trailin' some lizard to his lair.

I'll go look for him for you.

Thanks, Buffalo.

Hondo.

Johnny's been took.

–What?
–Yeah, I found a...

found a basket where he was
up pickin' berries and all

and the prints of a couple of men
but they didn't leave no tracks.

I knowed you was on a job but

Angie's plumb out of her mind with fret.

Ben Dow still at the fort?

He was when I left.

Come on. I'm gonna go
shake the truth outta him.

Well, what about Selby?

Forget about him. He can't leave
the territory, but Johnny might.

[Sam barking]

Remember

you can't get nothin' outta no dead man.

Where's Johnny?

Captain Richards already knows.

I had nothing to do with it.

Ask the bartender.

That's right.

Mr. Dow was here all the time.

And I was with him, Mr. Lane.

You don't act worried enough!

Johnny, you're only grandson,
is missing. You just sit here.

And why are you so worried?

–The man who killed my son!
–You can't treat him like that!

(Captain Richards) Mr. Lane!

Sergeant McCall and his men just found
Matt Hendrix's body at the trading post.

The place is burned to the ground.

–I'm sorry, but...
–Selby could've done it.

Now you were tracking Selby

but you disobeyed orders and came back here.
Now just for the record, Mr. Lane

what's your excuse?

For the record, I'm not givin' any.

You figure I made the wrong
choice by not followin' Selby.

The way things turned out, no matter
what I did it would've been wrong.

One thing is sure: talkin' about it
won't bring Johnny back.

I'm terminating your orders
right now as a civilian scout

and I'm sending a full report to Colonel Crook.

All right.

Don't blame yourself for Matt.

If anyone's guilty,
it's me for sending for you.

Nobody ever bent me the
way I didn't wanna go.

I'm gonna ride out and find Johnny.

Now hold on, Hondo.

That's awful big country out there.
There ain't nothin' but

sand and cactus. A fella could poke around for days.

Why don't you wait here for Ben Dow to make his move?

He won't if he knows he's bein' followed.

Well, supposin'...

supposin' Johnny's already on
his way out of the territory.

My way, he won't get far.

Angie, you got somethin' that belongs to Johnny?
A shirt maybe?

Now what do you want his shirt for?

I'll let Sam sniff it.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Stay here at the fort.
Keep an eye on Ben Dow.

If he moves, follow him.

The trail might be cold,
but Sam'll be able to pick it up.

Here you go, Sam. Go find Johnny.

[Barks]

[Sam whimpering]

What is it, Sam?

[Barks]

That's Johnny's yo-yo.

Well, you gotta good nose, Sam.
Just keep usin' it.

They said that you told 'em
to bring me here, Grandpa.

It's going to be all right, Johnny.

You're going back to Boston with me.

But I don't wanna go.

I wanna stay with Mommy.

Well, your mommy will join us later.

All right, now we've done our part.
What about yours?

Not right now.

Gruder, take this kid outside.

It's Bridger and Gavin.

What are they doing here?

That's a little side money.

–Where you been?
–Takin' care of Hendrix.

You can forget about the trading post.

Grandpa

they're your friends?

Come on, take the kid outside.

I warn you.

Easy with him.

Gentle as a little lamb.

No, Grandpa!

I don't wanna go with you!

I wanna go home!

It's for you own good, Johnny.

You're own good.

No, no, Grandpa!

It's five hundred.

It's all there.

All right.

That's good for openers.

What?

Mr. Dow, you're a rich man.

I'm sure the kid's worth a
lot more than that to you.

I should have expected as much

from murderers, thieves.

Now, Mr. Dow, that's no way to talk.

You know, we've done business with your family before.

Ed never made no bones about takin'
advantage of a little situation like this.

My son was an honorable man.

He wouldn't spit on your kind.

Bridger

tell him.

Well...

he ran with us

he dealt with us

and he split everything right down the middle.

Not my son! Not Ed!

Come on, Dow! Come on!

How do you think he got killed?

He got an arrow in the back and a bullet
in his gut tryin' to bushwhack Hondo.

You know if it wasn't for the money
I'd tan your hide.

Now you stay there.

What are you doin' with the rock?

Come on, give me the rock.

Give me the rock.

Gimme the rock!

Even breathe and I'll blow your head off.

Johnny, Buffalo's behind that corral over there.

Let's go.

You stay in there.

Call those men out here.

Selby!

Gavin! Bridger!

Come on out!

Now where'd he go?

Come out in the open and throw your guns down.

[Gunshots]

[Barks]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Barks]

[Barks]

I knew you would come.

I knew it, Emberato.

You all right, Grandpa?

I'm fine, son.

We better get you back to your mother.

I don't know what to say.

Well, maybe it's this country.

Good and bad, all mixed up.

Well, sooner or later they sort out, Mr. Dow.

Come on, Johnny.

[Sam barking]

(Hondo) All right, Sam, bring him along.

Mr. Dow, I...

I don't know how to thank you.

I mean, the children...

(Dow) Mrs. Hendrix

making it possible for you to rebuild
was no great hardship for me.

It's people like you who make the real sacrifices.

Matt made the sacrifice.

But without you it would've been for nothing.

It was the least I could do. Good luck.

Thank you.

Johnny, you take good care of your mother, you hear?

I will, Grandpa.

Good boy.

Bye, Mr. Dow.

Keep your eye on both of them for me...

Emberato.

(Stage driver) Hee! Hyah!

I tore up that letter to Colonel Crook.

Well, you never know.
You might need it some day.

Yeah.

I thought I might make up a form letter just in case.

Doggone the... Doggone it!

Will you look at that thing, Hondo?

I can't make it do nothin'.

You take it from me, these here "ho-hos"

ain't never gonna catch on.

Yo-yo's, Uncle Buffalo.

Well, yo-yo, ho-ho...

You take it. I don't want it.

Seems to work all right.

♪ ♪