All language subtitles for The Virginian - 1x22 - Vengeance Is the Spur

[ theme music playing ]

[ whistle blowing ]

The hotel, please.

I'll have
your best suite,
please.

Uh, suite?

With one bedroom, please,
since I'm alone...

with southern exposure.

Sorry, ma'am,
but the best we got
in this hotel

is a room
with its own bath.

Oh? Well--
Well, then I'll take
two adjoining rooms.

B-B-But for yourself?

Yes.Two bedrooms?

I'll turn one
into a sitting room.

Oh, no trouble
to the hotel.

I'll purchase
whatever furniture's
necessary.

You're going to buy
your own--

Be careful with that trunk.

How long
you planning to stay?

Indefinitely.

One, two, three, four,
five, six--

Oh, uh...

take care of the driver,
too, please.

Thank you.

I'm--

I-I-I'm going to have
to charge you full rate,

the same as two rooms.

I'm sorry,
but it's the rules
of the hotel.

That's all right.

Here's your--Thank you.

They're the first two rooms
on the second floor

as you turn to the right--

Five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten, eleven.

Is this all your luggage?

Oh, yes, I prefer
to travel light.

Good morning, ladies.Good morning.

Can you tell me,
where can I hire a horse?

There's a livery stable
right down the street.

Oh, yes, thank you.

You sure take to riding,
don't you?

Not here hardly an hour

and already hankering
to get on a horse.

Oh, but you're mistaken.

An hour and a quarter...

to be exact.

If we must observe,
do let's be accurate.

Good morning.

Ma'am.

I'd like to hire a horse.

Thank you.

Preferably
a spirited one.

Well, the only one I got
with any speed's that sorrel,

but it would take
an old hand to handle him.

Oh, well,
I'm quite an old hand.

Gosh, I don't know.

In that getup.

Well, I don't think
the horse will mind.
Do you?

Well, it will cost you
25 cents by the hour.

I'd like to reserve him
every morning.

Every morning?

Mm-hmm.

That is if he doesn't object
to my attire.

Every morning...
at 9:00.

Put that over there

against the wall.

Yeah, I think that'll do.

Oh, there's a table
downstairs.

Please.

[ sighs ]

[ knock on door ]

Come in.

Uh, help me put this
by the settee, please.

Very good.

There.

I'm Tom Harrington.

I'm the new owner
of the Medicine Bow Banner,

the town paper.

I'm sorry.

Oh, best wishes,
Mr. Harrington.

Well, thank you.

I'm also the star reporter.

In fact I had to buy
the paper to get there.

And you sent yourself out
to find a story.

Oh, it's a little better
than that, Mrs. Frances.

I know there's a story
in your coming here.

Oh, thank you.

Why, it's caused
all the town gossips
to go wagging away,

and it's met
no end of speculation.Has it?

Well, since you
obviously know
nobody here,

not having had a visitor
from the day you arrived...

Well, I had no idea I lived
in a glass bowl.

Mrs. Frances,
in Medicine Bow

you can't make a move
without somebody getting
wind of it,

like riding at 9:00
every morning without fail.

What do you want
to find out?

Why you're here...

if I may ask.

Oh, you can ask all right,
but I don't think I'll tell you.

How long do you intend
staying here?

Until I leave.

I guess there's no point
in fishing, is there?

No, I'm really not
that important.

Why, in a town of this size

where most of the news
comes from the outside,

you're the biggest news
to hit this town in years.

I mean, here you are,
a beautiful woman,

obviously wealthy
and cultured,

suddenly showing up
in Medicine Bow...

alone.

La femme mystère,huh?

Now, if that's French
for a woman of mystery--

It is.

...then you're it
in this town.

I think I'd like to stay
that way.

Good-bye,
Mr. Harrington.

Thank you so much
for dropping by.

Not at all, Mrs. Frances,
not at all.

If I have to be turned down,

let it always be
by a beautiful woman.

[ speaks French ]

Whoa.

Don't move her, Betsy.

I won't.
I know all
about broken bones.

[ groans ]Hello.

How do you feel?
You all right?

A little shaken up.
Your horse must've thrown you.

Yeah, I think so.
He must have shied.

Probably saw a snake.

Must be.
I've been riding him
every morning.

Yes, I know.

You're Mrs. Frances,
aren't you?

Oh?Of course.

There can't be
another lady

who dresses like that
to get on a horse.

We heard all about you
in town.

Betsy.

Oh, that's all right.
Don't apologize.

I know I'm something of a--

[ groans ]
Oh, my ankle.

Ooh.

Ooh, you better not try
to walk on it

till the doctor
takes a look at it.

Look, we're very close
to Shiloh Ranch.

I can drive you over,

and we'll send someone
to fetch the doctor.

Oh, I've been enough trouble
as it is.

Oh, it's no trouble,
Mrs. Frances.

Well--No trouble at all.

Thank you.

Mrs. Frances
can use my room.

[ Mrs. Frances laughing ]

I guess it's all right

if you don't mind living
in a barn.

I thought you'd be
more comfortable here

than in the guest room,
and I straightened it up.

Oh.Oh, it's a lovely room,
Betsy,

and I've never seen one
so neat.

Hear that?

Tell Daddy
what she said.

I will.

Yes, it's as orderly
as you could expect

from a young lady
of your age.

Oh, Mrs. Frances,

I'm beginning to like you more
by the minute.

I feel the same way
about you, Betsy.

Now, how about
something to eat?

What would you like?Oh, nothing really.

Well, then,
what about something
to drink,

some coffee, milk?

I know, tea.

It will go
with that riding outfit.

No. A glass of water.

Oh, you got it.

I'm glad I could get you
something.

I'm terribly sorry
this happened.

Well, I'm not...

not sorry at all.

Oh, why?

If you had to take
a fall,

I'm glad I was the one
who came along.

So am I.

Does this hurt?

No, Doctor.

Is there any feeling
of tenderness

when I press?

Not at all, Doctor.

Will you please stand

and bring all your weight
to bear on your left foot?

Oh, first I want to ask you
a question.

I understand the relationship
between a doctor and a patient

is strictly confidential.

Is that right?

Yes, of course.

And I am the patient.

Yes, even thought there's
nothing wrong with you.

I can tell that much without
any further examination.

I assure you
there is nothing wrong
with me.

Young woman, after 20 hours
with no sleep,

riding more miles
than I care to remember,

I don't know
what game you're playing--

But you will abide

by the ethics
of your profession

and say nothing
to anybody?

If there's
anything criminal
involved...

Do I look
like that kind of a woman?

[ knock on door ]

Come in.

How is she, Doctor?

She's all right.

How long will she have to stay
off that foot?

Well, that's--
that's really up to her.

Up to her?

Well--

What the doctor means
is that...

I can get up as soon
as I feel better,

and I feel much better.

I think I'll get back to town.

Oh, no, you've at least
got to stay the weekend.

Gone three whole days.

Coming back with a man.

My gracious.

I think it's going to take
those ladies weeks

to recover from the shock.

Oh-- oh, thank you.

You sure you're going to be
able to manage by yourself?

Oh, perfectly,

thanks to the cane.

Gives me an air,
don't you think?

I shall lie in this settee
and rap on the floor,

and up will run
the entire staff of the hotel.

I think his name is Wilson.

You know,
there really was no reason

why you couldn't stay
at Shiloh for longer.

I've imposed
on your hospitality
long enough.

There wasn't
a single person
on the ranch

who didn't enjoy your stay.

Including you?

Especially including me.

Why don't you let me
repay you a little bit

with dinner?

That's not necessary.

Oh, a helpless invalid?

I'd be delighted.

Well, then,

8:00 tomorrow.

Until then.

Now...

how did the hotel chef

ever learn to put together
a dinner like that?

I wonder.

I don't.

Well...

calls for another toast.

Oh, heavens,

I thought we'd exhausted
every possible toast.

This is a very special one.

Special?

Mm-hmm.

To the horse
that threw you...

and made all this possible.

I don't think
I better drink to that.

Hmm?

I'd be drinking to myself.

What do you mean?

It was premeditated.

Y-y-you mean,
finding you on the road...

hurt?

Oh, no, I wasn't hurt.

As Dr. Spaulding
would be the first to admit,

if the ethics of his profession
permitted him to speak.

Why?

I simply had to get
to meet you...

as if by chance,

under circumstances
that would...

draw your sympathy and...

bring your attention

and ensure your friendship.

You will forgive me, now,
won't you?

You still haven't told me why.

Well, I had to bring you
to the point where we are now.

And just where are we?

I believe you like me
enough to...

do me a favor?

Oh, you're not angry, now,
are you?

I'm a little baffled,

but I'm certainly not angry.

It must be something
very important to you.

I want you to take me
to Michael O'Rourke.

Michael O'Rourke?

Well, you're close friends,
aren't you?

I don't know
how you know that,

but you're right.

Mike was foreman
of Shiloh Ranch

when I signed on
with Judge Garth.

That was before he got
in trouble when--

From what I heard the trouble
had nothing to do with you,

and therefore you're still
close friends, hmm?

Yeah, I thought
a lot of him.

Then it would be possible
for you to take me to see him.

What does a woman like you
want with Michael O'Rourke?

Don't ask me that.

Just help me.

He's holed up
in the badlands.

I know that.

I also know
it's almost impossible

to find them.

Well, then, uh...

what makes you think I can?

You were Mike's closest friend.

Surely if you went
anywhere near the hideout,

you'd be given safe escort.

Well, that may be so.

I...

I can't guarantee
the same for you.

I'm willing to take
that chance.

Do you know Mike?

No.

Then why?
Why risk your life?

I believe my husband
is with Michael O'Rourke.

Your husband?

Outlaw?

He thinks he is.

Seven months ago
my husband had a fight
with his uncle.

They were always quarrelling,

but this time
my husband lost control.

He struck him with a poker.

That night he ran
away from Philadelphia,

believing that his uncle
was dead.

His uncle came out of the coma
eight days later,

and my husband is running
from the consequences

of a murder
that never even happened.

There isn't even
a charge of assault
against him.

What makes you think
he's with O'Rourke?

The Pinkertons traced him
to Casper, Wyoming.

They saw him riding
out of town

with two of O'Rourke's men.

That doesn't mean
he joined them.

Well, where else could he be?

He was looking
for some place to hide.

If he joined O'Rourke,

he sure found a good place.

I don't think
there's anything I can do.

Yes.

The sheriff
in Casper, Wyoming,

laughed at me
when I asked him for help,

but then he told me
about you,

how you and O'Rourke
were close friends.

I haven't seen Mike in years.

Then tell me where he is.
I'll go alone.

If you go,
you'll go with me.

When?

I don't know.
I have to think
about that.

You must love this man
very much.

Wait.

That's about as far
as you go.

I want to see Mike O'Rourke.

That so?

What makes you think
you'll find him here?

Tell him it's
an old friend of his
from Shiloh Ranch.

You from Shiloh?

Foxie, get his gun...

both of them.

You, uh...
carrying any weapons,
lady?

No.

She's not armed.

Make sure,
Foxie.

Luke, go tell Mike
he's got some company.

He's going to be gone
a little while.

Might as well relax.

Thank you.

Don't thank me, lady,

leastwise not
until we find out

what Mike wants to do
with you.

Well, if it isn't
the Virginian himself.

Mike, it's good to see you.

Is it, now?

Yes, it is,
and I mean that.

And it's good to see you,
and that's on my mother's name.

And who's
the fair and lovely?

This is Mrs. Frances.

Michael O'Rourke.

How do you do,
Mr. O'Rourke?

"Mike" will do.

Well, pull her up a chair.
Where's your manners?

And take your hats off.
You're in the presence
of a lady.

They'll be wanting something
for their hunger and thirst.

Oh, no, thank you,
nothing for me.

Or me.

We better get on with it,
Mike.

Yes, please.

All right, now...

what brings you
up to my roost
after all these years?

There's no social event
that I can see.

Do you know
a man named James Graham?

Never heard of him.

Well, uh, do you have
anybody here who...

resembles this man?

What did you say
his name was?

MRS. FRANCES:
James Graham.

He's my husband.

Your husband.

What would he be doing
up here

away from the likes
of a woman like you?

Hiding.

He's under the mistaken
impression he's killed a man.

Murder.

That's quite
a mistaken notion,
isn't it?

Please, Mr. O'Rourke--

He's here,
all right.

Oh.

Eddie Thorpe,
he named himself.

I never would have guessed
he was married.

Never dropped
the name of a wife

all the months
he was here.

That's the way
some of the fellas are.

The things
that touch them most
are--

Please, Mr. O'Rourke--

All right, all right.

Pico, tell Thorpe
I want to see him.

Can hardly wait,
can she?

Hmm.

Mike, it's only
a matter of a few minutes.

Couldn't we
leave them alone?

Yeah, we will.
We will.

It's just the expression
on his face,

I'm wanting to see.

How are things at Shiloh?

The same.

How did you make out
as foreman?

You manage to fill
my boots?

Mighty large boots to fill,
Mike,

and how are you?

I'm king of the roost.
That's me...

and you can tell
all the good people
of Medicine Bow

that's just where I am
to stay.

All I asked
was, "How are you?"

It's just my way of saying,
"Never better,"

and that's a fact.

[ knock on door ]

O'ROURKE:
Come in.

You wanted to see me,
Mike?

Yes, Eddie, come on in.

What's it all about?
Pico wouldn't say.

I will.

[ grunts ]

Did you let her
through with a gun?

She didn't have it
on her when Foxie--

Get him over to Jake.

O'ROURKE: Did you know
what she was up to?

No, I didn't.

Then I want it from you.

I want the truth,
the whole apple.

I lead and protect my men,

and if one of them
almost gets killed,

what do you suppose happens

to their faith
in Mike O'Rourke?

I'm sorry I didn't kill him.

That's what I thought.

Now, why be aiming a gun
at your husband...

if he is your husband?

He's not my husband.

Then all you told me
was part of your plan

to get me to bring you
up here, huh?

So I could kill him.

Why?

He killed my daughter.

She was 18.
She was just 18.

He found out...

she was pregnant...

and he was gone.

I--

I f--

found her...

with that gun in her hand,

that beautiful face...

I didn't even recognize.

Foxie.Yes, Mike.

I want Thorpe here
right away,

and I mean right away.

Yup.

I'm sorry I had to be
so rough on you,

but I had to know
the truth.

I can't have people
go around shooting
at my men.

Next time don't be using
a Derringer

because past two feet
you couldn't hit
the side of a barn.

It's a lucky accident
you even nicked him
in the shoulder.

That's the same gun
she used.

I'm all right.
It's not bad.

It's a pity
she missed you.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Any man who would take
an 18-year-old girl
and do what you--

What is this?
What are you talking about?

I'm talking about her daughter.
That's what I'm talking about.

This is the gun
she killed herself with
after you--

But she never had
a daughter.

She's taking you in.
Can't you see that?

Trying to win
your sympathy, Mike.

I guess there's
no limit

how far someone
will go for revenge.

And what would she
be revenging herself for?

I drifted
into Philadelphia
about a year ago.

I was on my uppers
when I met her,

a rich widow,
plenty of money
to cover my bad checks,

and she would've kept on
covering,

no matter how much.

Only I got tired of her,

and I dumped her
for someone else

younger and prettier.

I knew she was jealous,

but I never figured
she'd be gunning for me

clear across the country.

Why don't you admit
how you carried on

when you found out
I was done with you,

how you threatened
to kill yourself

and that girl
I picked up with?

Go on, admit it.

You're not fooling
anybody around here

with that story
about a daughter.

Everything I said
was true.

My men know better
than to lie to me,

so unless you
can prove this...

There's a suitcase

in my hotel room
in Medicine Bow.

Inside it
is a scrapbook.

It contains a clipping

with a picture
of the two of them
together

the day he--

promised to marry her.

You don't believe that,
do you?

I can send one of my men
to fetch that scrapbook,

see who's the liar.

Good. That should prove it
once and for all.

Get back to the bunk house.
Stay there.

I hope you're sending
for that scrapbook.

That's for me to decide.

Now, do as I say.
Stay by the bunkhouse.

This the key
to your hotel room?

Yes.

I'll send a man there
and fetch that scrapbook,

not that it matters
if you're telling the truth.

I'm wanting to know
if one of my men
is telling a lie.

Well, in that case,

I don't think there's
any reason

for us to stay
around here any longer.

I think
we had better get started.

No, I want to stay here.

Oh, so it's
the never-give-up kind
we are, is it?

You're thinking
if you stay around,

you might get a chance
to take another crack at him.

Well, you've had your chance,
and you missed,

not that I'm one
to turn away a stranger,

so if you're wanting
to sleep over the night,
you're welcome

on one condition--

we hear no more
about your grand feud.

That's closed,
Missus, uh--

what is your real name?

Graham.

Mrs. what Graham?

Mrs. Graham
will do nicely.

No, it won't do
at all.

Frances, the Virginian
call you,

so Frances it'll be.

That's because
you make me think

of a colleen
called Frances.

Now, Frances,
do we understand each other?

There will be no more talk

about who's telling
the truth

and who's lying.

Cold out there on those rocks,
Whitey.

I'll bet it is.

This is my room,
but you're welcome to it.

Thank you.

There's water
in the pitcher and, uh...

there's plenty of towels.

Thank you.
I'll manage.

Well, if you need anything,
just holler.

I'll be right outside
all night.

That's just in case
you have any ideas

about getting
at Eddie Thorpe.

Well, that's
Mike O'Rourke for you,

protects his men
even against beautiful women.

Good night.

[ weeping ]

O'ROURKE: No.

No.

I tell you, no.

I tell you, no.

You're lying in your teeth,
the lot of you.

You're lying.

Lying--Mike.

Huh?

You were having
a nightmare, Mike.

Find out about all the women
in my life, did you?

I found out enough.

There's some things
a man can't forget.

Or won't forget.

Mike, this life
you're leading,

a man like you...

all I can say is,

revenge is
a pretty dusty answer.

You know, you're too young
to lecture me.

[ knock on door ]

Come in.

Morning, Frances.

Morning.

There's no need
to be doing that.

I'll only be mussing it up
again tonight.

Did you get any rest?

Oh, yes, thank you.

It doesn't let you sleep,
does it,

your vendetta?

Thought we
weren't going to talk
about that.

Oh, that's right.

Well, I came to escort you
to breakfast.

The Virginian's waiting
for us.

Oh, thank you,
but I--

No, I won't take "but"
for an answer.

That's unless you want
cold steak, potatoes,

bacon, pancakes,
eggs, coffee.

Coffee, that will do.

Mike.What's wrong?

Thorpe's not in his bunk
or anywhere else.What?

Nobody's seen him
since the boys turned in
last night.

He must've lit out
while everyone was asleep.

You didn't have him guarded?

Tell the boys to saddle up
and pan out.

I don't want him
to leave the badlands,
and I want him back.

Dead or alive?

O'ROURKE: If there's
any choice, alive.

Come on
before that grub freezes.

Thanks.

I don't want to impose,

but if I could just stay
a little longer

until I know what's happened
to him.

What difference
will that make
if you know?

I can't explain,

but I must know
where he is.

And if he's taken alive,
what then?

You think I'll set him up
so you can kill him?

I'm not tracking him down

for what you want
to do to him, Frances,

but for what he did to me.

All right, Mike,
so he lied to you.

Why not just let him go
and leave him alone?

Because he knows too much
to be tearing around loose.

He cheated me,
so he's not to be trusted.
That's for sure.

It may take you days
to find him

if you find him at all.

Oh, we'll find him,

and you can figure on staying
till we do.

Thanks, Mike.

Not for your reasons,
Frances.

I just don't want both of you
walking into an ambush.

If he finds out
you're gunning for him,

he might want to return
the compliment.

Uh, if you'll excuse me.

You'll never get to be
a big girl

on the little you eat,
Frances.

Well, I'm not very hungry.
I have this terrible headache.

If you'll excuse me.

You're planning to leave
the table, are you?

Well...
I slept so little.

I have such a bad headache.

If I could just lie down
and rest.

Well, I'll fetch you
a coffee.

No need.
I need absolute solitude.

It's a shame,
such a lovely woman.

A shame?

Living just for revenge,

what kind of a life is that?

Well, that's a fine thing
to be saying, Michael,

coming from you.

No, with me it's different.
You know--

You stay there.
I'll fetch her.

Frances.

[ grunts ]I'm sorry
I had to do that.

I'm all right.

You best let Doc O'Rourke
take a look at you.

No, it's all right.Is it now?

It's just my wrist.

Yeah, and hurt it must,
like the very devil.No, it doesn't!

Well, it hurts me.
Now, sit down

while I make myself
feel better.

So you had a headache,
did you?

Why, it's the queen of liars,
you are, and that's for sure.

Tell me something.

What did you plan to do
if you found the man

when you didn't have a gun?

I'd find a way.

To get the man's blood
on your hands?

That would make you happy,
wouldn't it?

It isn't
a question of happiness.

That died with my daughter.

Well, hate won't bring
your daughter back.

Hate will kill him.

What kind of a life
are you wishing
for yourself?

Tell me that.
No, I'll tell you.

Living for revenge,

that's as empty
as a dried-out well.

You should talk.
What about your own life?

A hunted man,
an outlaw.

I have a good reason
for what I--

What reason could you have?

Everything I ever had
in the world,

everything I believed in,
they took away from me

when they threw me in jail
for something I had nothing
to do with.

All the good people
of Medicine Bow

will tell you
I had it coming to me

for being
on a drunken party

that turned into murder

when one of the fellas
started to shoot up the town,

but I just happened along
by accident,

and nobody thought
I had a right

to be so careless
about the company I kept.

Do you wonder
I want to get my own

back on that double-dealing,
lying, twofaced world?

I can't blame you,

but at least grant me
the same.

Well, it's not the same
as what you're living for,

to throw away your life
for the killing of a snake,

a woman who has
so much beauty

with so much to give

and so much to get back.

[ horse neighs ]

Any word of him?

No. You all right?

Fell off her horse.
You better have Jake take
a look at her.

Oh, that's all right.
Thank you.

[ sighs ]

Fascinating woman,
isn't she, Mike?

How long's her husband
been dead and gone?

I don't know.

I wonder why some man
hasn't done something
about it.

Done something?

A woman like that
should be married

and settled down in a home

with a good man
to look after her.

What's keeping you?

It's not a wife I need
if that's what you mean?

How about a game of chess?

For Auld Lang Syne?

Yeah, fascinating woman

in every respect,
especially stubbornness.

She won't give up.
That's certain.

There's one woman
no man will budge.

You never know
till you try.

Are you wanting to gab
or play?

It's your move.

Mike, I've been meaning
to speak to you

about something
for a long time now.

And what makes
you think you've got the right?

Well, I never had
an older brother.

I always figured you were
about as close to that
as anybody could be.

I think that gives me
the right.

All right, little brother,
you get it over with.

Mike, you've been carrying on
a personal war

with the whole world
for a long time now

because some people on a jury
made a mistake.

Good people and true,
let's not be forgetting that.

Do you think people
are infallible

just because they've chosen
to serve on a jury?

The jury made a mistake
in your case.

There's no doubt
about that.

Those people
aren't the whole world,

even the whole state
of Wyoming.

Would you be letting me think
about my next move?

After one last word,
if you don't mind.

All right, get on with it.

As far as I know

there's nothing
you can be charged with
right now

except cattle rustling,

and one of these days
it might be something
far more serious,

like murder.

Well, that's one thing
they'll never put
around my neck.

Don't wait
till they might.

Give yourself up, Mike.

Turn yourself in.

A few more years in jail

with time off
for good behavior,

you wouldn't be in
for very long.

You'll be tried
in Medicine Bow.

You know the Judge
would stand up

for a character witness
for you.

So would I.

Have you forgotten
how he swore up and down

what a good man I was,
fit to be his foreman?

"Character witness--"
I've been through all that,
I have.

What you haven't been
through

is a Federal force
moving in on you,

and that's bound to happen
sooner or later.

Well, I'll be out of here
long before that

with all I want.

Come on, Mike.

You know as well as I do.

When it comes to this way
of making a living,

it's a lot easier
to get started

than it is to quit,

but it's not too late
right now.

Well, it's too late
for them, the world--

all right, people.

They don't live by the law.
They try to get around it.

The only difference is

that I live outside
and off it.

You tell me
I'm guilty of rustling?

What about all the honest,
decent, law-respecting people

that buy the cattle I steal
so they can make a dollar?

Would you tell me the difference
between them and me?

None, not a bit.

Then why doesn't the law
apply to them?

It does.

Sure, on the books,

but a dollar
in the right place

and everybody looks
the other way,

and you know why?

Because there's no real law
in the world.

Yes, there is, Mike.

It's what people really think
is right and true

inside themselves.

You know what your trouble is,
my friend?

You've got a lot bigger sense
of right and justice

than most men do.

That's what makes you
strike back so hard
at injustice.

Can't you think of your case

as the mistake it truly was
and close it?

A few more years,
that's not much
out of a man's life.

They've already taken
four years too many.

I'm not thinking
of giving them another day,

and don't be telling me
the time will go fast

because when you're
behind bars,

every second crawls.

I have nothing more to say,
Mike.

Well, I have.

Checkmate.

[ knock on door ]

We got him.

What are you
going to do?

I'll ask you to step out back
for a moment.

You, too.

Come on,
keep each other company.

Bring him in, Pico.

Roxie.

All right,
leave us alone.

Now, what have you got to say
for yourself?

Be quick about it.

Look, Mike, I know
I shouldn't have lit out.

And tell me why.

I know the rules.
No man can leave
without your say-so.

Because?

Well, it's up to you
if you can trust a man
to leave,

but I wouldn't have said
anything about this place.

You can trust me.

Can I...

with you stealing out
in the middle of the night
like that?

Why, I guess I got panicky
for some reason.

Could it be she was telling
the truth and your were
the liar?

No.Then what, then?

Well, the truth is,

I was scared
I wouldn't have a chance

once she turned it on.

So that was a lie
about you and her daughter?

I told you,
she never had a daughter.

Why don't I hear the truth
from you?

I'm telling you the truth.

She's in love with me.

She'd sooner see me dead
if she can't have me.

That's a lie.

You're a liar!

[ grunts ]

Here you go, Foxie.

Lock him in the storage bin
and guard him at all times.

FOXIE:
What are you going to do
with him?

I haven't decided yet.

I'd like to speak
to the young lady alone
for a minute.

Sure.

Where is he?
What did you do with him?

I beat him up for you.
Is that enough?

No.

I'm not going to kill him
for you.

I want to kill him myself.

I know how you feel.
Believe me, I know,

but you've got to learn
to live with it

without the memory of it
tearing you up.

Have you ever lost anyone?

Have you?

There was a colleen
in Ireland.

Yes?

I was going to send
for her

when I had saved up
enough money

to buy a farm of our own.

She died?

While I was in prison.

The knowing of it
helped kill her.

You found no one
to replace her.

Well, maybe I haven't looked.

Even if you had,
you would've have found
anybody

because no one on Earth
replaces another...

least of all a child.

That's quite a beating
you gave Thorpe.

You always that rough
on your men?

He got what was coming to him,
no more, no less.

Aren't you going to turn in?

Mike?

I heard you.

Did the Judge ever say
how long a man the likes of me

would be breaking rocks?

It would be six years,
I guess.

Six years?

He'd get out in three
if he didn't give them
any trouble.

Why?

Did something
get through to him?

Nothing that was said.

There's a woman
he can't say good-bye to.

Is he in love with her?

All he knows
is he can't have her
walking out of his life,

and the only way
is to walk into hers.

Nothing to stop him.

Except three years
in jail.

Anyway, a beauty
the likes of her

wouldn't be waiting around
for him,

so let's forget it.

If you ever change
your mind,

you can come
down to Shiloh Ranch

and give yourself up
to the Judge and me.

We'd be proud
to ride beside you

to the U.S. Marshall's office.

Well, I wouldn't be holding
my breath for that event.

Good night.Good night.

Mike?

Why don't you talk to her?

[ knock on door ]

It's me, Mike.

Come in.

You're leaving...

first thing in the morning.

Why? Why can't I stay?

For what reason,

to be killing
one of my men?

Well, I'll not be party
to murder,

and that's the only thing
that's keeping you here,
isn't it?

Oh, no-- no,
that isn't all.

What do you mean?

What other reason
could I possibly have
for staying?

You expect me
to believe that.

Well, isn't that
what you were trying to tell me

when you kissed me...

that I wasn't dead inside?

I was.

I was until...

you kissed me.

It's wrong you were about...

no one on Earth
replacing another.

I mean, they don't exactly,

but you remember
that colleen I told you about?

Well, now that's you,

and everything I wanted
for her and with her

I'm wanting with you.

Then I don't have to leave.

No, I'm not letting you stay.

But, Mike, you said--

Because it's
the death of him you want
and not the love of me.

Well, isn't it?
Isn't it?

Yes.

Has he given you
any trouble, Pete?

No, everything's fine, Mike.

Mike.

The men want to know
about tomorrow.

They figure
with those two gone,

you'll want to go ahead
with your plans.

I'll let them know.

Just say the word.

It's a shame
she had to leave.

Even if she didn't say
two words to the rest of us,

it was right good,
her being here.

Just knowing
there was a woman around

made a difference.

You let us know.

Hey, Pete.

Oh, what's up?

Mike wants to see you.

What about Thorpe?
Just leave him?

I don't know.
He just said,
"Round everybody up."

You got him locked up,
haven't you?

There's no windows.

How's he going to get
out of there.

Go on. Whitey?

If Mike says so.

Come in.

They're all here, Mike,

like you said,
even the one standing guard.

I'll be right out, Pico.

All right, sit down.

[ men chattering ]

I wanted all of you
to be here

because it will take every man
to be speaking for himself

when you hear
what I have to put up to you.

What's our understanding

if a man wants to quit
the Bunch?

[ muttering ]

Pico.

Well, you know it
as well as anyone else,
Mike.

Anybody can leave the Bunch

as long as you figure
they can be trusted

not to give
the rest of us away.

That's right.

That's right.That's right.

And it worked fine,
didn't it, now,

with the two
that up and left?

Evans had enough
and went to California,

and Willis found himself
a fair colleen

and made tracks
for the preacher,

and I had all the say-so

whether they could take
their leave or not.

What are you driving at?

Who wants to leave,
except maybe Thorpe?

I do.

You do?
You do?

Now, who's got
the say-so on that?

I can't walk out on you

just by asking myself
permission,

so I'm putting it
up to each of you,

and that's another thing
I want to tell you.

When I give myself up,

I'll have to tell them
where I holed up
with the Bunch,

which means you'll have to find
another hideout

or break up.

They'll shoot you on site.

You won't get a chance
to open your mouth.

I'll ride into Shiloh
and give myself up
to Judge Garth.

He'll take me
to the U.S. Marshall.

Well, what's the word?

You letting me go or not?

Well, Mike...

there's something
we've been holding back
on you,

figuring that you
wouldn't go along,

but now that you put it
up to us, well...

Go ahead
and tell him, Pico.

Yeah, tell him.Tell him, Pico.

[ men clamoring ]

Well, for a long time now,

the boys and myself

have been thinking
about pulling up stakes

and getting out,

getting out while we can.

With this country
growing like it is,

it's not going to be too long

before they'll be sending
in the state militia

or maybe even the army
to drive us out of here.

And besides,
some of us want to head out

and try our luck
someplace else,

maybe Mexico
or South America.

So Mike, if you want
to give yourself up,

there's no man here
that's going to say no to you.

Well, that's sweet music
to my ears.

I'll be leaving at sun-up.

Until then, I want
each and every one of you

to be the guests
of Mike O'Rourke
in a farewell ball

he's giving
for the Badlands Bunch.

[ cheering ]

Except the unfortunate ones
who drew guard duty tonight.

Oh, come on, Mike.

If you can't be with us
in the body,

at least be with us
in the spirit.

Help yourself out.

[ muffled chattering ]

Hey, Pete.

Pete!

Easy there.
I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Sit down.

Now, what do you want?

What's the celebration
all about?

The Bunch is breaking up.

It is?
What brought that on?

Mike quitting.

Quitting?

He's turning himself in
down in Medicine Bow.

Why?

Ask him.

What happens to me?
Did he say?

No, but maybe
he'll have you shot

at sun-up
when he leaves.

[ man shouts mirthfully ]

Here you are, Pico.

[ slurring ]
Remember the time
when Whitey hit this man.

Whitey hit this guy...

Did you get
what I sent you for?

That scrapbook's in there...

all of it.

MAN #1:
Hey, Luke, come on.

We got a lot of catching up
to do.

MAN #2:
Come on, Luke, come on!

[ chatter continues ]

Boys...

There's a little change
of plans.

I won't be waiting
till sun-up.

Anyway, it would be
a waste booze

with me getting more sober
with every drink I take,

so I'll just be saying
good-bye...

and good luck to all of you.

Good luck.See ya, Mike.

Mike.

What do you want us to do
with Thorpe?

Turn him loose
when you break up.

He's not worth the rope
to string him up.

I propose a toast.

Here's
to the last three years.

We had it good,
and we didn't kill nobody,

and we all know
who we can blame for that.

Here's to Mike.

To Mike.To Mike.

Betsy would love to see you.

Hmm, I'd love to see her.

You must know that Betsy
reminds me of my daughter.

I imagine she does.

Did you think
you would make me forget?

If I could do anything
to make you forget,

I'd do it,

but that wasn't my intention.

I'd love to.Good.

That's O'Rourke, Sheriff.

All right, boys,
remember what I told you.

There's a lot of us
and only one of him.
I want him alive.

We'll never take him alive,
not Mike O'Rourke.

When he sees
how much he's outnumbered?

He'll still try to shoot
his way out.

I heard him say so
when he talked over

what he was going to do
with the Bunch.

You'll have to kill him,

or some of us
are going to get killed
for sure.

I got to try to make him
give himself up.

He won't do it, Sheriff.
Believe me, he won't.

There's going to be
a lot of blood spilled
for no reason.

Why don't I ride out
and meet him,

as if by accident?

He won't be suspicious of me,

and I can get the drop on him,

and then you can move in
and disarm him.

Well, I guess
when he sees you,
he won't run.

Remember, I want him alive.

Oh, don't worry.

That'll be easy enough for me
since he won't suspect anything.

Go ahead.

Now, hold your fire, men.

There should be
no need to shoot.

Hello, Mike.
I busted out.

Well, now,
you didn't have to.

Didn't I?
I heard you were going
to have me shot.

And waste a bullet.
I told the boys
to let you out.

Even so, Mike,
I didn't want to take
a chance of missing you,

pay you back
for the going-over
you gave me.

Hold it.
I'm not armed.

I figured you wouldn't be,
riding in to give yourself up.

SHERIFF:
I said not to fire.

He's not armed.

Well, I thought he was.

Looked like he was reaching
for a gun.

How is he,
still alive?

No thanks to you.

Go get Doc Spaulding.
He's in town.

We're close to Shiloh Ranch.

I think that's as far
as we better take him.

Where are you going?

You said I could leave
once you got Mike O'Rourke.

I said alive.

If he doesn't pull
out of this,

you're going to lead us
to the roost.

You stick close.

Right.

Miss Betsy, is the Judge home?
We got a wounded man here.

No, but you can bring him in.

All right, boys.

That's Mike O'Rourke,
isn't it?

Yeah.

How badly hurt is he?

Couple of bullets
in the shoulder.

I'm afraid he's lost
a lot of blood on the way.

I'll send one of the men
for the do--

I've already sent for him.Oh.

You stick close.

What's he got to do
with this?

You know him?

He's one of the Bunch.

Some day you'll have to tell me
how you knew that.

In here.

It's bad.

All right, fellas,
there's nothing more we can do

till Doc Spaulding gets here.

Suppose you wait
outside, huh?

Can you tell me
how this happened, Mark?

Suppose you tell him.

Well, I heard Mike say
he was riding to Shiloh

to steal the Judge's payroll.

That's a lie.

It's what I heard him
tell the Bunch.

I was riding in
to give myself up
to the Judge.

That's not true.
I heard him tell
the rest of the boys--

No matter what he tells you,
you can believe this.

I was with Mike
a day or two ago,

and he offered to ride in
and give himself up at Shiloh.

You don't expect the Sheriff
to believe that.

Why would Mike O'Rourke
give himself up?

For the love of a woman...

to serve out his time
and set himself free.

No.

I promised you
I wouldn't miss
the next time.

Don't.

[ clicks ]

Frances, don't.

You can't bring back
what's gone.

You'll only be destroying
what might be ahead.

It was love of you
that brought me here.

If you have any love for me,

you won't be pulling
that trigger

'cause it's me
you'll be taking dead aim on.

I can understand
shooting an unarmed man once

thinking he tried to draw,

but a second bullet
in his shoulder,

that adds up
to attempted murder.

You're under arrest.

I think they can do
without us for a while, too.
Come on.

Better not be trying that
when I'm up and around.

Yes, darling.

Rest.

Frances.What?

Do you think you can wait
three years?

Oh, Michael.

But tell me something.

What?

What's your real name?

No, no, don't tell me

'cause if it's not Frances,

I'd be disappointed.

Frances, it is.