All language subtitles for Convict Stage (1965) - English

Throw down that strongbox.

You're sure getting mighty
handy with them guns Johnny boy.

Yeah, it's too bad Ma wasn't here to
see you, she'd be mighty proud of you.

I kind of wish though, that
you hadn't had to kill that girl.

Yeah.

I know what you're thinking Lattimore,
but you let the law take care of this.

This is the only law those two understand.

Come on.

- Looks like you got.
- Yes.

I think the kids can take care
of themselves from now on.

Don't touch it.

You're lucky it's me found
you instead of Ben Lattimore.

If I were you Jethro, I'd go fishing.

Well, you ain't me,
and the creek is dried up.

Now you're not
as fast with a gun as you used to be.

It's a 24 hour ride from Prescott to Apache
Wells even if you take the shortcuts.

Now you know nobody is going
back you up, not against Ben Lattimore.

You don't hear too good Benton.

I said it was a 24
hour ride from Prescott to here.

Me and the Sims boys won't
be here when Lattimore shows up.

We going to catch the morning
stage to the territorial prison.

Well, you the marshal.

- Oh, no time for that now.
- Where they get them?

Locked up in Apache Wells.

But don't worry about it old girl, we'll
ride in and bust them out like we did before.

No, this is a different
town and a different jail.

And the kids killed a girl so nobody has any
sympathy for them not even for little Johnny.

Oh, that fool kid is trigger
happy, he's been asking for this.

Hold your tongue Adam Scott, he's my baby.

It's one tough baby.

Well, he had good teachers,
you and me and the rest of this outfit.

Look, Jeb had the same teachers,
but he doesn't go around shooting women.

Johnny had to shoot that girl.

His mistake was not to make
sure that she was dead.

Like mine was not to make
sure that Lattimore was dead.

- Well, isn't he?
- No.

So we have him to worry about too.

He won't let my kids come
to trial, he has sworn to kill them.

We'll get them out of that jail fast.

We don't have to, the
marshal is going to do it for us.

Ben, how could you? Over her grave.

- She'd understand.
- I don't.

- Well, Sis grew up with guns around her.
- And died by one.

So the men who killed
her will have to pay for it.

- They've been caught Ben, they're in jail.
- They've been in jail before and got away.

- Let the law punish them Ben.
- Punishing is going to be my job.

Well, if you go, I won't be
here when you come back.

Sally, I love you, but I
can't let them get away with it.

You going straight through to Moccasin
Miss or you stopping off at Apache Wells?

- Straight through.
- So am I.

- Someone meeting you in Moccasin?
- Nobody is meeting me anywhere.

Come on, baby.

Here you are.

All right you two, I ought to
get you to the territorial prison...

before Beth Lattimore's
brother catches up with us.

- There's no one in there ma'am.
- I would like to buy a ticket.

Well, here comes the agent now.

How much is the ticket to Moccasin please?

- Eh?
- How much is the ticket to Moccasin?

Fifteen dollar ma'am, but if you
take my advice, you'll wait till tomorrow.

- Well, I'm in a hurry, why should I wait?
- That's why.

In the back.

- That's Jeb and Johnny Sims.
- Who are they?

- You never heard of them two hoodlums?
- No.

Well, alongside of them
John Wesley Hardin was a Sunday school boy.

My, my, my and one of them is just a child.

Yeah, well so was Billy the Kid.
Now you still want a ticket?

Well, you see, my daughter
is going to have a baby.

But don't you remember? I telegraphed
last night to her husband that I was coming.

Well, you'll have to
sit on top with the driver.

- It's good enough.
- So will you Miss.

How about me?

- You sit inside.
- With those murderers?

There's always tomorrow.

- Who are these people?
- Passengers, I'm still running a stage line.

Two of them got
through tickets so I can't kick them off.

And this here lady is going to have a baby.

My age? He means
my daughter is going to have one.

Well, I'd appreciate it
if you folks would take the next stage.

I' got some desperate men here.

Well Marshal, I just have to be with my
daughter, you see, this is her first child.

And I just can't wait.

I reckon ain't nothing I can do about it.

But you ladies will have
to ride up top, It's safe up there.

What's your name mister?

- Sam Gill.
- Occupation?

Drummer.

- I'll take that Mr. Gill.
- I may need it to protect myself.

Any protecting needs to be done, I'll do it.

It's a lot of gun for a drummer.

I ride the stages a
lot Marshal, they get stuck up a lot.

Hop aboard.

When Ben Lattimore gets here
I want you to keep your mouth shut.

Tell everybody else too.
I don't want him catching up to us.

What's the matter? You scared of him Jethro?

Bible says a man's life span
is three score and ten years.

I got ten more to go,
expect to be around at the finish.

- This it be a pretty dusty trip ma'am.
- Thank you.

Wire my old man at Cottonwood we'll
be stopping long enough to change horses.

Oh yeah, tell him to try to stay sober.

- Now get out of here.
- Get out, fast, fast.

- Just a couple of Indians.
- Good, we'll blame it on them.

How?

Take them out and bury them,
everybody knows you can't trust an Indian.

We lost a few men, how
do you explain their bodies away?

Bury them too, the old
man we'll leave for the buzzards.

All right.

Now then.

You just give the keys to the drummer
there then lock your hands behind your head.

Could be that gun ain't loaded.

Well, maybe I'll just
pull the trigger and see, the keys.

I ain't got them sonny.
Gave them to Piute just before we pulled out.

- He's lying Jeb.
- - No, he isn't. I, I saw him do it.

- Pull the trigger.
- Go ahead, Dixon will hear the shot.

Next thing you know,
him and that Indian will have their...

guns sticking through both them windows.

Chances are, they'll take you both back to
Apache Wells, turn you over to Ben Lattimore.

Or, then again they just
might shoot you. Be done with it.

- Don't let them bluff you Jeb.
- I never bluff sonny.

I like life just as much as you do.

Now why don't you just
give me that gun and let me load it?

We, we had a chance and you-you passed it up.

No, no, no, there'll be, there'll be others.

Why, you old buzzard, you.

I don't like riding on rough
roads with loaded shotguns.

Sometimes they just go off by themselves.

So...

I'll just keep old Betsy
pointed at you two, in case that happens.

Now they were here yesterday,
but they're not here today, why?

Could it be that somebody might have
warned the marshal that I was coming?

Yeap, telegraph key.

No, he didn't take them out of town on
horseback so he must've used the stage.

What stage mister?

Well now, I ain't at liberty to
tell you anything Mr.Lattimore.

Now come on, now put that thing away.

Unless I'm misinformed, you
never shot an unarmed man before.

Well, I never had any cause to until now.

The marshal is my friend,
he told me not to tell you anything.

- Now, that's cause for killing, go ahead.
- Well, say I had shown up unexpectedly.

Would you have helped him stand me off?

Not me or anybody else.

Now, we don't care how Jeb
and Johnny Sims die, just so they die.

Well, they got a lot
of friends in the territory...

friends that might help
them if they had a chance.

Now if I don't kill them,
they just may not die.

Well now, I'll tell you, their friends ain't
going to get them out of territorial prison.

Well, thanks.

- Did I say anything for you to thank me for?
- Yeah.

Now, you know of anybody around
here has got a good horse for sale?

Mine is just about had it and it's a
long, long ride to the territorial prison...

even if you know the shortcut.

- Let's get out of here Dix.
- That's my old man over there Marshal.

Horses gone, old
man dead, Indian boy is gone.

- You think they killed him?
- No, good boys.

- Take a look around while I get a shovel.
- Too bad.

- He was a no good old drunk.
- So? Leave him to buzzards.

You don't do that to your old man Piute.

Somebody please help me down.

You stay where you are ma'am, we
may have to get out of here in a hurry.

- Any signs to tell you who might've done it?
- No, looks like they wanted the horses.

Or maybe they didn't want us to have them.

Dix, I know how you feel about your old
man but we got to get out of here fast son.

I'm burying him and that's that.

Lady, I told you to stay put.

- Them that done this might still be around.
- Oh dear, I didn't think of that.

Since I'm down,
I might as well stay down, eh?

- I'll take a look at your bag.
- What on earth for?

- Women have been known to carry Derringers.
- Hey, old man...

You'd better search her
she might've one in her bustle.

I have a good mind
to slap your impertinent face.

You stay away from them, they kill women.

I wish now I'd stayed in Apache Wells
and turned them over to Ben Lattimore.

Much shooting, much blood, many tracks.

White men's tracks, think Indian boy is dead.

If you want, I find bodies.

No, I just want to plant the
old man and get out of here.

That good Dix.

Bottle be more appropriate.

How about giving me my gun back Marshal?
I can be some help if we're attacked.

- You want to help? Help her up top.
- And you better tie her down.

Hey Dix, Hurry it up.

- Say a prayer Dix?
- Not for him, for us.

Keep moving.

Now what?

I'm sorry folks, you're going
to have to walk for a while.

Otherwise, we'll never make it up this grade.

Dix say hill too much
for horses, everybody walk.

Well, that's all right with us, ain't Johnny?

When Dix said everybody
walk, he didn't mean you two.

Piute, take the other side.

- Shouldn't you be running behind us?
- Marshal say watch them.

They cannot run away chained up like that...

but somebody might
sneak up behind us in the dust.

You want to see behind? Go back there.

Let's get out of here.

Alright, come on.

Why don't we stop in Calico
and get some fresh horses?

I wish I could ma'am,
but nobody lives there anymore.

When the gold ran out,
everybody pulled up stakes.

And the only thing alive
yonder is rats, bats and rattlesnakes.

At this rate, we'll never get to Moccasin.

Well, if we go any faster ma'am, we'll never
make the next relay station 15 miles away.

Dix, come take look.

Piute, everybody stay
where you are, watch the prisoners.

That took a bit of doing.

A few sticks of dynamite.

You beginning to rile me
ma'am, you get right back up there.

I just wanted to look.

You can see all there
is to see from up there.

- Inside.
- And get myself shot?

Hello Jethro.

Did you wreck the bridge?

No, it was down when I
got here a half hour ago.

You see, somebody else besides myself is...

interested in that scum
that you've been protecting.

Now I can pick both
of those boys off real quick.

But I'd rather give them a chance.
That's more than they gave my sister.

Now you get them
out of there and turn that...

stagecoach around
and go back the way you came.

But leave the keys with me
so I can take off those handcuffs.

- Then what?
- Well, I brought along a spare one Jethro.

I thought they might take turns using it.

Well, that isn't exactly what I'd call
a chance Ben, I've seen you in action.

Have you seen them?

They've killed a lot of people
Jethro and not always in the back.

Lawman's job is to protect his
prisoners, see they get a fair trial.

I don't trust juries, now hop
to it and get them out of there.

Do what he says Marshal,
I want to get this stage out of here.

Well, then turn it around.

I've lived a long time without
taking orders from a gunfighter.

I'm too old to start now.

Hold it Ben.

Sims boys deserve killing, take chains off.

Whoever wrecked
that bridge didn't do it for fun.

Let him have them.
I want to stay in one piece.

- Boys take pistol, we in worse soup.
- Ben, I won't let you murder them.

If I wanted them murder, they be dead by now.

Are their deaths
more important than our lives?

I'm saving your lives
by taking them off the wagon.

Will you let us get rolling?

I got a tired team here
and I got no place to go but back.

Come on along with us, we can use your guns.

No, there's no use talking to him, he's
so full of hate nothing else matters to him.

Let him go Marshal.
He wants his blood, let him have it.

He's beyond decency, beyond reason.

All right, the killing can wait.
Turn the wagon around, I'll ride with you.

Come on Miss, we got no more time to waste.

Too bad, gunfighter's way much better.
Maybe shotgun go off by mistake, eh Chief?

Both barrels.

Get aboard, you bloodthirsty savage.

Stop up ahead up there.

You know, nobody is been over
that road to Calico in a dog's age.

Why should they be?
Town is been dead for 40 years.

Still plenty water, feed and shelter up
there, I say it's a good place to hole up.

I don't think that road back to Apache Wells
is going to be particularly safe tonight.

Not with a team that can barely walk.

What you suddenly interested in us for Ben?

I thought all you wanted to do
was to kill my prisoners.

That still the only interest I have
but I still say let's hole up in Calico.

What do you think Dix?

Well, if I'm going to get shot
at, I'd just as soon be inside.

There's nothing to hide behind up here and
he's right about the horses, they're beat.

Well, I wish you
thought of it instead of Lattimore.

I've never seen a gunfighter you could trust.

Nobody is asking you to trust me.
I'm here for only one reason.

Taken me a long time to catch up with those
two and I don't intend to let them get away.

Well, maybe what you're suggesting

is just what those men who
blew up the bridge want us to do.

- Maybe we're walking right into a trap.
- Traps are easy to see in the daylight.

Besides, maybe, maybe you got
something here they don't expect, me.

- You make the difference?
- Why don't you ask your prisoners?

Turn me loose and give me a gun...

and you'll be looking at the
man who killed Ben Lattimore.

I might just do that sonny.

One way or the other.
Won't make any difference to the world.

All right Dix, let's take this man's advice.

What you think Piute?

- Wind blow signs away, maybe.
- Yeah, maybe.

- This best place?
- Well, I'll take a look inside, here.

Snake.

Now stay outside,
there may be some more in here.

- Your man?
- No.

Look, I thought I told you to wait outside.

Why should I listen to you Ben?
You never listen to me.

- Well, we'll talk about that later.
- Later?

The shooting will be over,
and either they'll be dead or you will.

- There won't be any shooting for a while.
- But eventually there will be.

- Where you are, there always is.
- My being here has nothing to do with it.

Ben-

- Look, who ran out on who?
- You know why I ran out.

I don't like to be touched
by hands with blood on them.

Sally, I've told you before.
You picked the wrong man.

You should've looked
at my hands the day we met.

All right, you two. Out.

Now inside.

You know, if you were smart, you'd let us go.

We'll be free by tomorrow anyway.

We got friends, Who, who
do you think wrecked that bridge?

Shut up Johnny.

If you do have friends and if they do show...

you ain't going to be in no
condition to meet them, now get inside.

Right in there Marshal.

Over there.

Marshal, we couldn't find any beds or chairs
so your prisoners have to sleep on the floor.

Sit down.

- We won't be staying long.
- I sure hope not.

Sooner the marshal puts you back
to jail where you belong, the better.

Yak, yak, yak, will you
get her out of here Marshal?

I mean, being chained up is bad enough
without listening to a gabby old woman.

I've got a good mind to put you over my knee.

You know Johnny, our Ma should've
done that to us a long time ago.

Then maybe we turned out to be fine,
upright citizens, like the marshal is.

It's a little late to start
blaming your Ma, ain't it?

She's got a lot to be blamed for.

Oh, I don't know. Our Ma always
wanted us to have the good things in life.

- We've had them.
- And we'll keep having them.

No, I wouldn't count on that if I
were you, not as long as I'm alive.

One day you're going to run into someone
who really knows how to handle a gun.

- Like you?
- Like me.

Well, you might
find things a little different.

You see, I'm not a woman
and my back won't be turned.

Well, I'll nail the shutters on
the windows and that ought to do it.

Oh Marshal, you know, when I came
in here before, this, desk was open.

Now unless Mrs. Gregory
is a very, very tidy woman...

The help we're going to get is
coming from the outside Mr. Lattimore.

Now don't get yourself killed
because, I want that pleasure.

Johnny, will you shut up?
This man is gunning for you and me.

- Well, he's got scruples.
- That's another thing I wouldn't count on.

They got them in the old
saloon, it's not going to be a picnic.

Forgetting one thing Ma.

Marshal, would you call the driver and
that nice Indian to come to have supper?

As soon as I get through eating,
me and Lattimore will relieve them.

Well then, that leaves
only those two miserable boys.

Probably do them both good to go hungry.

That wouldn't be Christian, would it?

Is it all right if I take them some
food or would you rather do it?

You take it ma'am.
I got to watch this window.

Ma'am, before you do...

and I don't like asking you to do this,
but would you let the young lady search you?

I ought to be indignant, but I suppose
you have to be suspicious of everybody.

- However, I refuse to undress in public.
- Back of those curtains miss.

You better start trusting
somebody Marshal, you may need help.

I'm going need help pretty bad before I start
trusting a man that calls himself a drummer.

And carries a .38 double action Colt.

Carried Marshal, past tense, you took it.

I could have told him it was ridiculous.

Oh, don't blame him
Sally, he's a worried man.

Well, if I were you, I'd be very angry.

And we are dealing with
murderers now, don't forget that.

She had a Gatling gun in her bustle.

Oh Sally, don't, don't,
you're upsetting the poor man.

I do what I think needs to be done.

- Keep the door open.
- Why?

If she gets too close to
them, they might grab her.

Say something loud and mean.

About time you gave us something to eat.

Can't you at least give us something
to wash this muck down with?

Having children myself I hate to say
this but hanging is too good for you.

Uncle and his men
will be here before morning.

Hey, I knew Ma wouldn't let us down.

She let us down from the day we
were born, brought us up to rob and kill.

And when our old man
protested, she kicked him out.

Johnny, Ma loves us.

Look what she's done, we got
guns and Uncle Adam is on his way.

Uncle, hell. He's no kin of ours,
he's one of the reasons she kicked Pa out.

Well, knowing Pa better than you did,
I can't say as I blame her much.

He let the whole world walk over him.

Drink it up, we want to
get these dishes washed.

Johnny, you didn't eat anything, Johnny baby.

Don't call me baby. I'm a grown man.
I shot a girl in the back, remember?

- What's wrong with him?
- He's tired of living, scared of dying.

Oh Johnny, Johnny baby,
everything will be all right.

She's been in there a long time.

Here.

Ungrateful little beasts,
should've let them starve.

They're not going to
live long enough for that.

Come on down Dix,
I'll take over while you eat.

- Be sure and watch that back window.
- Right.

- Don't see nothing.
- Go get yourself something to eat.

- Here you are.
- Thank you ma'am.

What you doing out here?

We left some things unsaid.
I didn't want to walk out on you.

- And I didn't want you to.
- But you wouldn't do what I asked you to.

I couldn't, nobody kills
somebody I love and gets away with it.

So bent on vengeance you destroy us both.

- Not vengeance, justice.
- An eye for an eye isn't justice.

Well, in my book it is, always has been.

It's not right to kill Ben, no matter
what the provocation, it's just not right.

Sally, this is Arizona territory,
not a Quaker meeting house.

Out here don't turn
the other cheek and stay alive.

You could take off that gun belt...

- like I asked you to.
- Oh, Sally.

Ben, someday you going to meet
someone younger and faster.

And then Boot Hill and a gravestone will say
here lies a man who didn't know when to quit.

- Honey, I don't want you to die.
- But you want me to turn the other cheek.

- Well, that's different.
- What's different about it?

Tonight there's going to be a
shooting and somebody will get killed.

If I asked you to make the marshal
free the Sims boys, would you?

- I asked him to free them.
- So you could kill them.

I still have that in mind.

From the top of that
building, you can see the saloon.

- Get up there.
- What you expect me to do, draw their fire?

Just get up there and keep
your head down and your eyes open.

They got guards posted
and I want to know where they are.

Wait here.

Go inside and send Dixon out.
Piute, move out of the water trough.

- What was that all about?
- Oh, I guess they're just figure us out.

Marshal, this shotgun
is no good at long range.

Won't you go inside and
cover and I'll take over here.

- Oh, you better give this to the drummer.
- I ain't too sure about him yet.

That character we were just
shooting at didn't come alone.

And we going to need all the help we can get.

All right Ben.

I suppose if I trust
Ben Lattimore I have to trust you.

Yeah, it's a beauty.

If you have to use it be sure
it's pointed at the right people.

- Can you use a gun Miss?
- No.

All you have to do is to point,
cock it and pull the trigger.

The Bible says, thou shall not kill.

I'm afraid the Sims boys and their
friends don't live by the good book.

Well, I do.

When someone is about shoot at you,
there's no time for quoting scriptures.

Anyway, the Bible is full of killing.
Marshal, let me have a pistol.

I may not be Calamity Jane
but I sure know one end from the other.

All right ma'am, you watch that rear door.

You get behind the bar.

Gill, you watch the front.
I'll take the back window.

- You spot them?
- Yes.

Get back up there and
pick him off, we'll circle the place.

- Hey Pistolero, you see them?
- No, but they're out there.

Drop it Marshal.

Handcuff keys, the keys.

Give it to me.

Come over here.

Get the keys out of his vest pocket.

Give it to me, give me those shells.

In my, in my left hand
coat pocket, gun, give it to me.

Put it in my hand.

Can you shoot?

I don't know, I don't know, lift me, lift me.

It had to be done girl, lift me up.

Put, put my finger on the trigger.

Cock it, right.

Ah, good girl.

- You shot once, can you do it again?
- I think so.

Take that pistol, both hands.

Rest it on the bar.

Now point it at, at that rear door.

And if you miss, keep pulling the trigger.

- Johnny baby, Johnny baby.
- Oh, let me go.

Come on Jeb, we're getting out of here.

Trouble inside, you go.

Adam, Adam.

Poor Uncle Adam, Ma sure going to miss him.

Which one of you killed him?

I did.

She's dead, so you can't help her, there's
somebody with a gun at the end of the bar.

- You run out of help.
- Who needs it?

I do, for one Johnny.

Maybe we better quit
while we're still alive, eh?

He won't let us stay alive.

Well, if we threw out
our guns, maybe he will.

And then it's up the rope we go.

I'm coming out.

You'll have to go in and get him Lattimore.

He's a stubborn boy.

Nobody is hanging me gunfighter.

- When I die, will be with a gun in my hand.
- That suits me.

This afternoon you were going to
turn me loose and shoot it out.

- Still willing to?
- If that's what you want.

I'll, I'll need a gun belt.

Ben please, don't do it Ben.

You have to come and get it.

First, those guns you're packing,
pitch them out on the bar, come on.

- Where is it?
- Over there on the chair.

- This just fine.
- There's your gun.

Ben, he's only a kid, you can't, it's murder.

Oh, he's a few weeks older
than he was when he killed my sister.

You're a plain damned fool Johnny.

Yeah? Watch.

I walked out once,
I wouldn't walked out again.

How was I to know it?
There's a lot more blood on my hands tonight.

It's blood on mine too.

Cheer up Johnny,
they ain't hanged us, not yet.

- You think more friends come?
- You can't never tell.

Better not, blow guts
out left hand same as right.

Ben, I don't make mistakes very often...

when I do, they are beauties.

I was wrong about you.

If I'd have handed over the keys
to the jail to you in Apache Wells...

none of this would ever happened.

I don't think you would handed me the keys.

Piute, you keep that shotgun cocked...

and pointed in the right direction.

You take care of this.

And this.