All language subtitles for Comanche.Moon.2008.E01.720p.BluRay.DD5.1.x264-E76

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

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

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

and I don't intend to be this time.

That's Buffalo Hump
and his band, gentlemen,

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

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

with just ten men, Captain.

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

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

Captain Scull or Kicking wolf?

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

He's the captain.

I'd bet against him in a minute.

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

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

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

You two can argue some other time.

Let's go.

I consider you a lucky man, Woodrow.

You'd probably be long
married before I am.

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

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

Well, if you knew
anything about women,

you'd know they change
their minds every day.

You would've made a
good Indian, Woodrow.

You got no use for the settled life.

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

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

Call is with Big Horse Scull.

And the other one is there, McCrae.

They are chasing Kicking wolf.

He stole many of their horses.

Call killed your brother.

You kill him.

I give him to you.

Why are you standing there?

Augustus!

Cut him off!

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

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

Bible and sword.

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

Not every day you'd want to.

That young cub we were
chasing is talking to him.

I expect it's his son, Blue Duck.

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

He just looked right at me.

Let me look.

He almost got me once, the devil.

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

Those torturing fiends down there

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

and I mean to kill
them to the last man.

But when it's done...

my God, I'll miss them.

You'll miss 'em, sir?

I'm a fighting man, Mr. McCrae,

and fighting men need
other fighting men to fight.

Well, we're a tempting morsel,

sitting up here on top of this hole.

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

Why, Miss Tilton. So good to see you.

And you too, Miss Forsythe.

Mother? This is Miss Maggie Tilton.

Maggie, this is my mother.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Forsythe.

Why, and you, Miss Tilton.

We just got these cups and
plates in from Pennsylvania.

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

What do you think?

They're so elegant.

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

I wish we were sisters.

Oh, Miss Forsythe!

Thank you.

I doubt I've ever received
a finer compliment.

Well, I mean it!

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

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

Why, Staffordshire plates!

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

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

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

You must recall I run a
mansion, Miss Forsythe.

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

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

he drips tobacco juice
on my fine tablecloth.

Haven't seen you riding
lately, Madame Scull.

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

Good day, Miss Forsythe.

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

Now, thimbles I can supply.

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

They're bound to disappoint you.

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

freezing their ears off.

Yes, it's been sharp weather.

I expect they're cold.

Miss Tilton...

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

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

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

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

That's my thinking.

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

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

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

Yeah.

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

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

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

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

Quit and do what?

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

If you quit rangerin', you'd starve.

Now, that's a rash
statement, Woodrow.

There he is, the rascal.

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

What good's a scout that goes off

and doesn't report
but every three days?

Hey, what's got him so riled?

'Sides that, he beat me at cards.

You must've swallowed a badger, Gus.

I swear, you're surly today.

Shut up.

Where's Captain off
to in such a hurry?

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

Kicking Wolf only wanted
the three stallions.

- Any meat left?
- Yes.

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

Come on, men.

Ain't you comin'?

No. I'm going to see my grandmother.

She's old.

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

How will we catch Kicking
wolf without you to track?

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

Scull might as well go home.

And let a horse thief get clean away?

That's not the captain's habit.

Kicking wolf is the best
horse thief in the world.

Is Big Horse Scull the
best captain in the world?

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

Come on, Bill. Come on.

Are you... yeah, yeah, yeah!

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

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

It ain't empty.

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

Did our illustrious
tracker Famous Shoes

allow as to when he might come back?

He went to visit his grandmother.

Well, he is a man of genius.

I could barely track
a mastodon, myself.

Not a big talker, but...

...no point in crowding
genius too close.

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

He was acting poorly yesterday,

but then Jimmy always
liked to complain.

Well, there's no
remedy for mortality.

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

If only we were in Brazil,

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

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

deadliest snake in the world.

Cousin willy was a biologist...

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

...and it happens that
they had what's called

an undertaker beetle
down there in Brazil.

Willy wanted to go back

into the food chain the
fastest way possible,

so we laid him out naked,

and immediately, the
beetles went to work.

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

- just as he wished.
- Buried by bugs?

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

without someone to say
the Scriptures over me

with just a durn bunch of
beetles for undertakers.

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

Cousin willy was of
an agnostical bent.

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

Mr. Pea?

Here, I'll make you a better fire.

Here, sit close.

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

Much obliged.

You're welcome, sir.

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

I'm just plain me.

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

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

Captain wanted me to
stay here in Austin.

Gotta take care of the
place till he gets back.

But he said I can go next time.

Felice, what happened to you?

The missus.

The missus?

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

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

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

you'll get the quirting of your life.

Don't interfere with
our slaves, Spoon.

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

What am I late for?

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

She wants help with
the drapes. Now go!

Scat, you old possum!

Butler said you needed
help with your drapes?

I suppose he meant...

I wanted you to undrape me.

What, ma'am?

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

Well...

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

Don't stutter, Jakey.

Such lovely hair.

Ought to win you many female hearts.

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

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

I can't allow it.

Not today.

I should really...

Mrs. Scull...

I'd better...

What are you doing here?

Your white friends are gone.

Your son made me come.

He said you might want
to torture me for a while.

If you came into my camp,
I would hang you upside down

and put a scorpion in your nose.

I don't like Kickapoos.

This man has my protection.

Why did you interfere with him?

Because he's a stinking Kickapoo,

and he led the Rangers to us.

You should have
brought me Call's scalp.

Instead you defy me.

My horse.

I'm tired of ordinary horses.

Most horses are
ordinary, Kicking wolf.

The Buffalo Horse is not ordinary.

He is the most famous
horse in the world.

Ah, there's our fine tracker.

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

Mostly seems to track for himself.

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

The man is said to know every creek

in between the Rio Grande
and the Columbia River Gorge.

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

I was in Buffalo Hump's camp.

His son Blue Duck took
me prisoner for a while,

but Buffalo Hump won't
let anyone kill me.

Well, that's new. Why not?

I helped his grandmother
with her dying.

Kicking Wolf is following you.

Three Birds is with him.

Well, that's original.

First we follow him,
then he follows us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

chasing a phantom in
country this spare.

We'll post a double guard tonight.

Let's move.

That horse might be a witch.

Some say it can fly.

It is too cold for the whites.

They're weak and careless
with their horses.

You should make a song about me.

I have just stolen the
greatest horse in the world.

If Scull catches up with us, we
should be singing our death songs.

No Comanche has ever
stolen such a horse.

Yes, but now let's go a long way.

The Texans will be chasing
us when it gets light.

Don't forget to make the song.

Sheer, absolute genius.

Stealing horses is one thing,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is "genius," anyway?

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

A genius is somebody
with six toes on one foot.

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

A genius ain't got no warts.

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

I'm rarely troubled with warts.

I hear a genius is desperate smart.

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

and he could spell words backwards,

and even say numbers backwards, too.

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

Pig.

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

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

No one was discussing
much of anything,

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

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

Firearms.

Slicker. Slicker?

Need to be traveling light.

- Sir?
- Thank you.

A man should be able to go

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

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

Sir, the Comanches know where we are.

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

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

The tragedy of man, gentlemen,

is not death or
epidemic or lust or rage

or even scalping, Mr. Call.

No, sir, the tragedy
of man is boredom.

Boredom!

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

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

I love cards and whoring,

but even cards and whoring
after a while become boresome.

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

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

Well, opportunity, Mr. Call.

Opportunity and adversity
are kissing cousins.

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

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

But Captain, what about us?

What could be simpler? Go home.

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

See these fine gentlemen
get home to Austin,

and see that they
get paid right away.

So we're just to go home, then?

Yes, home.

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

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

What do we tell Mrs. Scull?

Oh, Inez is my problem, not yours.

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

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

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

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

We're captains now, Woodrow.

Yeah, I reckon.

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

I'd think I was in a dream.

It ain't a dream, you fool.

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

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

I order you to shut up about it.

Woodrow's captain, too.

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

Get the hang of it?

Survivin's the hang of it, Augustus.

- Bill, no more. ...to
wrestle with an Indian

than to reason with you!

Which way you think we oughta go?

Well, aren't you gonna say somethin'?

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

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

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

Why would I know
any more than you do?

Because you're a studier, Woodrow.

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

Me, I'm mainly just a whorer.

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

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

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

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

Well, captains oughta
stay with their troops.

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

All right. I favor
trying for the Red River.

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

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

and make for the Red.

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

Red was my thinkin', too.

Oh, is it, now.

Boys are depending on us.

Gotta keep our heads and do it right.

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

They'd finish us for sure.

Yeah.

So, the Red River it
is, Captain McCrae.

Let's get going, Captain Call.

No, not today, you don't.

Mind your words, Ben. Let me pass.

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

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

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

What's wrong with today?

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

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

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

Yeah, all right, then.

There ain't no need
to call the sheriff.

Why, thanks, Felice.

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

I thought I instructed
my butler to run you off.

How come you're not gone? Ben.

I was resting a minute.

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

And you stay away
from that yellow wench.

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

I thought you liked me.

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

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

such as yourself.

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

I suppose I found
it briefly appealing,

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

Mr. Spoon.

You call Woodrow Call "Woodrow."

Why won't you call me Jake?

Look, I got money.

All right, I ain't a cheat.

What are you standing over there for?

I'm ready.

Hey, I'm a ranger, too.

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

Then get over here.

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

They've been in some mud.

Could you... could you just help me?

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

Sure don't hope so. I love coffee.

Somethin's burning.

Captain, over here!

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

Be watchful, boys.
They may still be close.

They are close.

There.

See that dust? That's our villains.

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

They took the women.

We have to take the
captives to Buffalo Hump.

If he says you can have the woman...

you can do what you want with her.

I want to do it here and now.

Take the horses and go.

I'm going to kill the woman.

You're, uh...

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

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

Or 400 more.

My John.

He won't have me no more.

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

She's right, you know.

What do you mean, Bill?

Comanches have had her.

Her husband won't want her no more.

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

Missus! Missus.

Listen, missus.

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

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

It's all right, missus.

It's all right.

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

I don't know what Ahumado will do

when he sees that I have
brought him the Buffalo Horse.

You think he will give you
some young women as a reward?

Of course he should
give me a woman or two.

Ahumado doesn't do what he should do.

What if he has Goyeto skin you?

Then I'll be skinned.

We are going to the Yellow
Cliffs, and I don't plan to die.

Hector leaves a damn large track.

Kicking wolf and Three Birds
are walking towards Mexico.

If he has taken the
Buffalo Horse to Ahumado,

he hopes to go home
with some new wives.

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

he can work a simple trade
with that crafty Mayan.

Back in Boston, a saddle of antelope

is considered to be a great delicacy.

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

in the region of Boston Town.

You walk fast for a white man.

I can walk off and
leave most white men.

Do you know this Ahumado,

also called the Black Vaquero?

No one knows Ahumado.

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

Because of that, he
can do nothing but evil.

Evil is correct.

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

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

It rankles me still.

You remember that slick
Comanche, the expert horse thief,

the one who traded
you horses for women...

Why is that boy yellin' so?

He let the cougar
get one of my foals.

I don't raise horses
for cougars to eat.

Goyeto's working on him.

The Comanche?

He has stolen the
Buffalo Horse from Scull.

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

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

He's got that Kickapoo
tracker with him.

He wants his horse back, I reckon.

Is anyone alive in the cages now?

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

Scull tried to kill
me once and failed.

I tried to kill him...

and failed.

Didn't expect him to come back.

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

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

Look, children.

A blonde woman...

- Land sakes.
- Children?

Billy? Billy! Bill!

What a sight!

Jake, come get this
horse for me, buddy.

Oh, Pearlie, Pearlie, Pearlie.

Oh, Billy, thank God you're safe.

Oh, my darling.

Oh, I could squeeze you in two.

Where's Captain Scull? was he killed?

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

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

Urgent business?

Hello, Mr. Forsythe.

Twenty-four...

You haven't seen Clara anywhere?

Twenty-five...

She ain't sick, is she?

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

- Sorry, sir.
- Twenty-seven.

Traveled nearly to the
North Pole and back.

Twenty-eight.

Anxious to see Clara.

Twenty-nine.

Thirty.

She ain't sick, is she?

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

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

- Out?
- Out!

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

Thirty-one.

Thirty-two.

Running errands, I reckon.

Well, I gotta report
to the governor, sir.

Thirty-six.

Hope you tell her I called.

Darn!

Don't you go getting drunk on me.

Governor'll be wanting us to report.

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

We're both captains.
we should both go.

So that's where.

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

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

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

What, you leaving again?

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

Kicking wolf has taken
your horse into the Sierra.

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

How can you tell all
that from a track?

I can't.

I know Three Birds.

Three Birds is not crazy.

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

Well, this qualifies
me for the asylum, then.

Ahumado is always behind you.

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

Maybe I should start
walking backwards.

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

why do you think
you can kill him now?

Lots of things could go
wrong with a military unit.

Sometimes a man alone can do better.

I'm a born fighter.

I need opponents to match me.

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

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

Do you understand?

No.

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

- No.
- What'll you be doing

while I have my little
contest with the Black Vaquero?

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

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

I want to find it.

My task is simpler.

I just want my Hector back.

Thank you for your help.

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

Even if you are a captain.

Proper table manners is
to drink from a glass.

Or from a saucer.

No, no, not a durn saucer.

Saucer might do for sipping coffee,

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

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

Plain Gus McCrae.

Hello, Bingham.

Hello, Captain. Got the buggy ready.

Governor wants to see you.

You're as broad as
this buggy, Bingham.

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

No, sir.

Get a view of me, mostly.

Git up.

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

Why would I say hello to her?

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

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

That wasn't Bob Allen, you fool.

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

Her uncle?

Gus?

Bye.

What?

What is your hurry?

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

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

At least Woodrow and
me got made captains.

It's the governor, Clara.

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

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

Gus.

My ranger.

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

It was his warhorse, Governor.

He held that horse in high regard.

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

Did he hold that in high regard?

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

We done it.

We recovered those captives, too.

Yes, though I doubt
the woman will recover.

They rarely do.

Inish Scull used good judgment
in making you captains,

and I'll second it.

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

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

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

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

I believe we can hold
our own with the Comanche,

and I expect we can
whip back the Mexicans,

but the heavens is gonna
rain when Inez Scull finds out

why her husband didn't
care to come home.

Ed!

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

only lost one man, and
that from natural causes.

Two, if you count Inish.

I decline to be impressed.

They both need barbering,
and this one slouches.

What kind of soldier slouches?

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

We're Texas Rangers.

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

Oh, and what is the important thing?

Guts, plain guts.

All right, McCrae,
Mrs. Scull is just upset

because the captain didn't...

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

I'm angry and I detest
unbarbered louts.

I imagine these two
green ears of corn

both put whoring before barbering.

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

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

Captain went looking for his horse.

No, he left to spite me.

Hector was just an excuse.

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

Have them go fetch him, Ed.

Why, Inez, they just got back.

They need to rest,
and so do their horses.

All right, but they
mustn't wait long,

or Inish will vanish for
good if given the chance.

All right, all right.

You will send them?

Thank you, Ed.

Slouchy as you are,

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

What about Captain Call?

Too stiff.

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

but Inez barged in and spoiled it.

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

Inish Scull is a
Yankee son of a bitch,

and his wife is a... Southern slut.

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

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

Lord.

Kicking wolf, I assume.

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

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

Tit for tat.

Bible and sword.

There is a pit down there.

I could put you in it.

But your name is Three Birds.

You should enjoy one of our cages.

That way you can watch
your friends, the birds.

These cages are filthy.

I don't want to be in one.

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

Let Goyeto work on him.

You are stupid men.

A child could fool you.

Scull is coming.

He is not a child.

Why does he stand
there night after night?

I want runners to go
out to all the bands,

to the Antelope Comanche,
to the Three Bears.

We will fight as one band.

We will raid all
the way to the ocean.

Why do we need the others?

We can kill the Texans
without any help.

Did you kill Call when
you went to kill him?

Or did he shoot you?

He was lucky.

He was better than you.

They will get stronger until
they fight better than we fight.

You don't like to hear
this, but it's true.

We must fight the Texans
and defeat them now.

Otherwise, they will break us

and the way of the
Comanche will disappear.

To do this, we need all the bands.

Go. In seven days, we
go to the Great water.

We will kill every Texan we find.

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

Thank you, but I grew up in Virginia,

where there's no
vegetables to choose from.

I can live without too
much greenery myself.

Woodrow.

I got some news.

I'm gonna have a baby.

What?

I said I'm gonna have a baby.

It's your baby, Woodrow.

My baby?

Well, it's ours, I mean.

Well, Maggie, uh...

that is news.

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

Well, probably will.

Mrs. Scull's after him hot and heavy.

You're certain there's a baby?

I'm sure, Woodrow.

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

I suppose that fella, Bob Allen,

gave up and went back to Nebraska.

What makes you think so?

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

he's likely to get a whipping.

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

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

And why would you doubt
that I could whip him?

I'm a Texas Ranger.

Well, I reckon you could shoot him,

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

I doubt you stand much chance.

Bob is stout.

That's one thing I like about him.

Like about him?

You like about him?

Don't tell me you
two have been spoonin'

while I've been off doing my duty.

Got your goat, didn't I?

Besides which, we ain't married.

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

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

Gussy!

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

Clara, I have had...

Durn you, Clara!

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

Now I put my hat on backwards, too!

I won't tell.

What was that clatter?

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

About what, may I ask?

I just happened to mention Bob Allen,

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

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

He'd make any woman a fine husband.

I know, Ma.

But Gus McCrae is my one true love.

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

the marrying kind, and men like Gus.

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

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

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

then you need to think again...

because you won't.

More rope.

There goes your rival.

Mind your own business.

Clara thinks he can whip me.

Well, I imagine he can whip you.

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

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

Maybe not...

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

Be common sense to look
for someone smaller.

Common sense be damned!

I'll whip him before breakfast,

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

Why Long Bill?

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

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

Took more than four days to cook him.

Bible and sword.

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

Mind cutting me off a slice?

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

Carne por el gringo ahora mismo.

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

And I'd say you're dead.

If you can't catch
enough birds to eat,

I will put you in my pit.

Well, the pigeons seem plentiful.

Squab is always welcome
at the Scull table,

and it's best eaten rare, of course.

No, I could hardly ask for more.

The Texans may try to ransom you.

They might. I'm popular.

Why did you come here?

To kill you. Why else?

Do you still believe
you will kill me?

I do...

and I'm rarely mistaken.

Put him over.

That's wasteful, if you ask me.

I didn't ask you!

You're burning
ammunition we might need.

The governor wants to see us, pronto.

That durn governor's becoming a pest.

Yeah.

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

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

she thought her other
beau could whip you?

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

I like three-day drunks.

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

I'll be but a minute.

Aren't you even gonna speak to me?

Hello.

Oh, stop it, Gussy.

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

Who says you didn't
do anything wrong?

I say it, and you better listen!

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

Is this the horse
you got on backwards?

Yup.

Why'd you do that, Gus?

Because... I'm so in love with you,

I couldn't tell
backwards from forwards.

Well, that's better.

Will I see you tonight?

You bet.

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

all telling me I got to find Scull.

You would think the sun
might refuse to shine

if Inish Scull is out of pocket.

He's rich, he's famous,

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

and he ain't here!

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

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

We're busy.

My mistress is
wanting an answer, sir.

Request declined.

I did you a favor, Captain.

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

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

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

Inez is nothing if not persistent.

But, to the business at hand.

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

and find out what you
can about Inish Scull.

I want you to ride
fast and hurry back.

If Inish is captive,
we need to know it.

Maybe he can be ransomed.

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

Now, there is a horse trader
hereabouts named Allen.

He brought in some fresh
horses just yesterday.

Maybe we can acquire a few from him.

I'll go see the man, then.

Choose your mounts, gentlemen.

The state will compensate Mr. Allen.

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

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

Drat that man!

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

He is good at catching pigeons.

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

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

I am not a good climber.

Then this is your chance to learn.

Scull is a famous man.

The Texans will pay
a big ransom for him.

Then we will kill him.

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

I thought your jefe
was just a killer,

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

Oh, Woodrow.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Now what's the matter?

It's what's always the matter.

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

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

I'm a ranger, honey.

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

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

I don't want to hear
your excuses anymore.

But it's the truth.

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

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

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

- Like what?
- You could be a barber.

Or maybe even a judge.

Me a durn barber.

Fine, maybe a judge
would suit you better.

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

and that'd be that.

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

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

I just can't stand all this leaving.

I just... I simply can't.

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

It is if you're Ionely.

A week can be mighty long.

I'm not a woman who does well alone.

Clara.

I want us to marry.

I want us to marry when I come back.

If you come back.

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

I'll be with Woodrow Call.

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

I wish he would marry Maggie.

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

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

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

Even if I was to marry somebody else,

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

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

Why can't they be our children?

Don't talk anymore, Gus. Hold me.

Hold me tight.

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

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

I remember.

Come back safe, Woodrow.

Remember what I said.

If there's trouble, be quick.

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

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

I think we should take Jake.

That worthless pup?

He's gotta get a bit
of experience sometime.

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

I've heard you blab a bit yourself.

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

What, is there something
the matter with you,

other than a hangover?

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

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

and they shoot me for desertion.

I have to go.

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

Be careful now, Clara.

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

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

Like what?

Like marry that damn
horse trader from Nebraska.

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

Maybe he's a better catch than you.

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

Where's he going, Captain?

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

Take it.

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

"Care about," Bob?

Well, yeah.

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

And now I'm not.

I tell you, he is a witch.

I wish you would let
me cut out his tongue.

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

So he sings.

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

and you won't be
bothered when Scull sings.

The settlers and farmers
are all along the Brazos,

the River of Many Forks.

We will go down these
forks and kill them.

Slow Tree can take
the Prairie Dog Fork.

I will take the Clear Fork.

Slipping weasel can take
the Double Mountain Fork.

We will meet near the town
where Scull and Call live.

We will burn it down.

It was in my youth

that the Texans
practiced their treachery

under the lure of the white flag.

My father, my grandfather, and
the grandfathers of many People

trusted the Texans.

Many went in to parley
without their weapons.

Only a few were wise
and hid their knives.

They talked peace...

Great Chieftains of the
mighty Comanche nation...

...while the Texans
surrounded the tent.

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

Get over there.

Beat it.

Now, while we are strong...

is the time of our revenge.

Are the signs good?

Yes, many Texans will die.

Subripped by: Tantico (Croatia)