All language subtitles for I.Want.Him.Dead.1968.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

(wind whistles)
(hooves clop)

(horse whinnies)

(hooves clop)

(gun fires)
(rider groans)

(gun fires)
(men groan)

(eerie electronic tones)

♪ Clayton, oh Clayton, forget your hate ♪

♪ Clayton, oh Clayton ♪

♪ Forget your fate ♪

♪ God only knows why ♪

♪ Mallek's so mean ♪

♪ And he will pay who's wrong and cheat ♪

♪ Let love pave the way ♪

♪ All through your whole life ♪

♪ And people will help
you each time you fall ♪

♪ Like love to the winter ♪

♪ And cold into May ♪

♪ And through a thousand winters ♪

♪ Your love'll last ♪

♪ Clayton, oh Clayton ♪

♪ Forget your hate ♪

♪ Or someday Clayton ♪

♪ You will be blamed ♪

♪ God only knows what future will be ♪

♪ 'Cause the whole world is up ♪

♪ To him ♪

♪ Let love turn the winter ♪

♪ And cold into May ♪

♪ And through a thousand winters ♪

♪ Your love will last ♪

(horse whinnies)

(group laughs)

- [Man] You've gotta
get over that. (laughs)

(woman laughs)

(horse whinnies)

- Please for give me, Senor Mallek,

but I do not agree with you.

- You idiot.

(horse whinnies)

I won't allow anyone to disagree with me.

I shall arrive in Richmond tomorrow.

I expect you two meet
me in Tuca in a week.

- We will, Senor Mallek.

- You have your instructions to follow.

If you don't obey them,
Jack, you'll answer to me.

Get a move on.

- Giving orders riding
around in his fancy carriage.

One of these days, this
Mallek will answer to me.

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

(hooves clop)

(horse whinnies)

- Take a room at the hotel.

Get yourself some rest.

I'll be with you as soon as I find Mac.

Now, you got everything?

- Please let me go with you.

- Oh you're tired, Mercedes,
and I have a long way to go.

- Come back soon, Clayton.

- All right.

See you in a while.

(patrons laugh and chatter)
(gentle flute music)

- [Man] Well, look at that.

- [Man] Hey, let's have a beer over here.

(patrons chatter)

They ain't got any rooms left here.

What is this?

- Did you talk to Mac?

- I was just sayin' to my friend here

that a pretty little girl like you

shouldn't be left all alone.

(door clicks)

(footsteps tap)
(spurs jingle)

- (gasps) No!

(Mercedes groans)

(man laughs)

(Mercedes whimpers)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(Mercedes groans)

(midtempo Western music)

- Hold it right there.

Throw them bags down.

Nice and easy like.

(gun fires)

- Don't do that again, Mac, not to me.

If it weren't chewin' tobacco,

I might not have recognized your voice.

(Clayton laughs)

- Clayton boy, you're
a sight for sore eyes.

How the hell are ya?

I didn't think on seein' you
for another week or more.

- Well you know I didn't have much time,

so I took the shortcut up from Laredo.

- Well, you save your dollars?

- Yep, $4,000.

- Confederate?

- Yeah.

Well, they're dollars, aren't they?

- Yep.

They sure are, but they
ain't worth nothin'.

Pretty soon you won't even be
able to buy a glass of beer

with that stuff, much
less a piece of land.

Sit down over there.

And the way this war's goin',
that day is comin' soon.

You must put in a lot of saddle time

to get that money together.

- Three years, Mac.

Workin' cattle trails from
the Rio Grande to Houston.

20 hours a day in the
saddle for three years

through the territory of the
Apaches and the Mescalaros.

- And so that's how they paid you.

In Confederate money.

- I want that land, Mac.

- We already agreed on it.

But not with those dollars,
they just ain't no good.

Clayton, listen now.

Your best bet is to go to the bank

and have 'em change that
pile of paper into pesos,

or those union dollars.

Then come back here, and you
got your land, all right?

(somber acoustic music)
(man laughs)

- Mercedes.

(door clicks)

- The only reason they
wanna set the slaves free

is so they can work from
the factories up north.

- Those Yankees ain't no fools.

- I just wonder what
they're gonna pay 'em, eh?

I mean it's all the Yankees' fault.

The whole war.

- Barrel, send someone for the sheriff.

- And a bottle of whiskey.

- Sure, what's going on?

Mercedes, someone killed her upstairs.

- Who's dead upstairs.

- His sister's been killed.

- People get killed every day.

I suppose you want us to stop our drinkin'

just because your sister's dead, hm?

(punch smacks)
(man groans)

(patrons chatter)

(gun fires)

- Well.

Self defense.

Had to fire, he was goin' for his gun.

You're mighty good with yours.

- Clayton, please, no more
gun play in here, all right?

I know you had reason to shoot.

But that there Logan is, or
was, the sheriff's brother.

- Seen this before?

- Yeah, it's Jack's.

Jack Blood, one of Mallek's men.

Hm, must've fell out of his pocket.

He was here a little
while ago with Harry Dunn.

What's all this mean?

- You say, you found this pouch of tobacco

right near the body of that, eh, girl?

- Yeah.
(punch smacks)

(kick thuds)
(Clayton groans)

(hits smack)
(Clayton groans)

Stop it!

Now mister, you hear me good.

I don't give a damn about what happened

to your tramp sister.

It don't mean a thing to me.

The only thing I know is,
you killed my brother,

and I'm gonna see that you're
in the ground before he is.

You can count on it.

(punches thud)
(Clayton groans)

(punches smack)

Hold it.

Hold him down.

I wanna take a good look at him.

I wanna see his face.

If you know any prayers,
you better say 'em now.

(gun fires)

- Stay where you are!

Get in the cell.

(gun fires)

(door squeaks)

(door slams)

(lock clatters)

Now listen.

Your brother was drunk.

He drew on me, and he's dead.

You just forget about
the rest of it, sheriff.

And I'll find Jack Blood myself.

(rock smacks)
(somber instrumental music)

(gun fires)

(Jack whistles)

(gun fires)

(hooves clop)

(gun fires)

(man speaks in foreign language)

- Look who's here!

- Harry, Jack, eh, you two still livin'?

(men laugh)

- (laughs) How you doin', boy?

- Hey, you haven't put a year
on since I saw you up north.

- Hello, Jack.

How's it been, fellas?

- Just fine.

- Well, we're all here except Alan.

Have you heard anything about him?

- Like always.

He was in trouble the last
time we saw him in Bridgeport.

- Had it out with the sheriff.
(men laugh)

- When the sheriff got hasty,

Alan got his feelings hurt real good.

(men laugh)

- Eh, what you got to tell us, huh?

- We will wait till Alan comes,

so we don't have to say everything twice.

- Yeah, he's gettin' old,

he left all his strength
in the last town, eh?

(men laugh)

- A woman, huh?

He ain't never gonna stop.

Gets too much pleasure outta
their hollerin', eh Jack?

- That's half the fun, boy.

But you wouldn't know about that.

Now like old times,
I'm leading this bunch.

Anybody want to argue about that?

- No, that's fine, that's fine.

You're the boss, Jack.

(gun fires)

- Ain't nobody ask me what I think.

After all the time we
spent in jail together.

Ya'll got no gratitude.

So, you're all under arrest in here.

- One of these days,
he's gonna get killed.

- Come on inside, Alan.

- Well Berger, I see you finally deserted.

Now just how did you manage to do that?

- I just told General Sheridan

I didn't like the way
he was runnin' the war.

(men laugh)

- Well, the chickens
have come home to roost,

so let's get cacklin'.

- Go on.
- Let's do it.

- $50,000.

That's gold dollars.

We're gonna split it up even.

That makes 10,000, boys, for each one.

What do you think of that?

- No argument here.

But what do we have to
do to get all this money?

- Ah, just what I'd like to be told.

How do we go about it?

- Shh, let the man talk.

- Well first, there is
a man who needs a favor.

He wants a man taken care of.

And for this little job,

he's willing to pay 50,000 gold dollars.

Now as far as I can make out,

it'll take about two days.

- You sure that's all?
- Must be damn important man.

- [Man] With that much gold,
it could be my brother.

When do we start?

- There's about three days
to prepare a good plan

with no mistakes, naturally.

We hole up at Tuca, over at Mallek's.

Soon as the works' been done,

we all get our money paid
without a bit of waiting.

- [Man] $50,000.

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ And his truth goes marching on ♪

- [Man] Ready, aim, fire.

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

- Lieutenant?

- Yes, what is it?

- A man to see you.

- Afternoon.

- Here you are, sir.

- You're a guard, eh?
- Yep.

- They're in order.

I'd advise you to be real careful.

There's a lot of Yankee spies around here,

just keep your eyes open.

- [Guard] Thanks.

- Say lieutenant, did
you see a couple men,

one riding a gray?

Must've passed down stream late last night

or early this morning?

- [Lieutenant] Why are
you looking for him?

- To kill him.

- Killin' seems to be
the pastime around here.

I ain't gonna ask you why.

Garrett?

- [Garrett] Yes, sir?

- You seen two men, one ridin' a a gray?

- [Garrett] Well, I ain't sure
about the color of the horse,

but I did see two men, said
they was goin' to Richmond.

- One wearin' a doe-skinned jacket?

- [Garrett] Yeah.

Pretty sure he was.

- Thanks, lieutenant.

(midtempo Western music)

(ball clatters)

- Duke.

What have we invested this
year in explosives, munitions,

and other implements of war?

- Three, 400,000.

- The balances tell a different story.

- Well, let's see.

30,000 rifles with two
million rounds for sayin'.

And 200 field guns with three
types of ammunition, and--

- And more uniforms, tents,
tent pegs, and other items.

Well, I say we've invested
more than a million dollars,

not 300,000, but just look at that.

General Harris retreated out of Savannah

after making a deal with the North.

On the front in Virginia,

the commanders want armistice right now.

Lincoln passed a bill and
they started peace talks,

you know what that means?

- Well, with this combat material

bought at a million dollars,

we stand to make a profit of
10% of the amount we invested.

- You think money is all
we invested, you idiot?

I've stuck my neck out
to the limit this time.

If the Confederates and the Northerners

decide to sign a truce,
we're ruined, you hear me?

We're finished.

- [Duke] What do we do?

- This war has to continue

until every single item in that arsenal

has been disposed of,
and I mean sold, sold!

Even the smallest item.

- But how do we go about
getting rid of everything

on such short notice?

- Somebody has to buy it, Duke.

(insects chirp)

(horse whinnies)

(men groan)

(hits smack)

(assailant groans)

(arm thuds)

(men groan)

(hits smack)

(horse whinnies)

(men groan)

(kicks thud)

(hit smacks)

(punches smack)

(men groan)

- Maury.

Maury, dinner's just.

(woman groans)

- Jack Blood and the others'll
get here around dawn.

Don't be late.

- [Man] I won't.

Good night.

(woman whimpers)

(gentle acoustic music)

- Don't move.

And don't scream.

I won't hurt you.

(men laugh)

- What do you want here?

Who are you?

- Doesn't matter.

Help me get away from here.

- You could've kill me before.

Why didn't you, mister?

(door thuds)

That's it.

I want you to prepare something
to eat for the gentleman.

She's afraid of everybody.

Come in, you're safe here.

It's all right, Marisa.

(men laugh)

Listen.

The Ross brothers are at it again.

They'll probably keep it up all night.

Hey, I'll bet the army's lookin' for you.

So you're not a deserter.

All the rest of 'em around here are.

Well, here's a little supper.

Yeah, we get Rebel and
even a few Yankee deserters

comin' through here now and then.

- What about Mallek?

- Mallek?

This place belongs to him.

Course he lives in Richmond.

This whole place is run by
Steve and the Ross brothers.

Those two outside.

But we used to have slaves here.

They always did most of
the work around the place.

- They all got away.

All followed the soldiers.

- [Clayton] What about you?

- Housecleaning and plus that,

I'm sent with the men that--

- That are friends of
Mallek, to amuse them.

Very nice, hm?

- Ever hear of a man named Jack Blood?

Rides a gray horse?

- Yes, he's one of the
men who works for Mallek.

Why do you ask?

(midtempo acoustic music)

- Why don't you two run away?

- What for?

Mallek is not one to fool with.

Marisa even got as far as the border once.

Just look at that.

See what those filthy beasts did.

Listen.

Please say you'll help us.

Help us get away.

Wait.

We'll give you $83, look.

Now and then these pigs get
good and drunk and pass out

and we pick their pockets.

Take it.

And please, say you'll do it.

Do it, and I'll even throw
myself into the bargain.

- It's not Mallek I'm looking for.

- Not pretty enough for ya?

- Got enough complications.

One thing at a time.

(group chatters)

Got something to do hereabouts.

But I'll be back.

Thanks for the food.

- [Marisa] Please be careful, senor.

- I'll try to.

Goodbye.

(midtempo Western music)

- Here's your advance.

- Where are we supposed to meet?

- Outside of town, there's
an old abandoned house.

You won't see anyone
except a column of soldiers

every now and then.

- When do we do it?

- On Saturday morning,
the fourth of April.

That just gives you two days to get ready.

- It's not much time.

- 50,000 gold dollars says it is.

- Who are these men we gotta kill?

- Two generals, a
Northerner and a Southerner,

they're getting together
to discuss the terms

of the armistice.

- Two generals?

- Exactly.

(men chatter)

- [Man] We got these things here.

(gun clicks)

(birds chirp)

(men laugh and chatter)

- (chuckles) The boys
look real happy out there.

With them two women, I can see why.

Maybe I ought to go out and--

- Leave the women alone, Jack.

When you're finished
what you're hired for,

you can go to Durango or even to El Paso

and have all you want.

Pay attention to your work.

- All right.

These generals are gonna be awful busy

trying to talk and dodge bullets.

I give you my word, Mallek.

I never did like uniforms.

(men laugh and chatter)

- Here it is, cold cider.

(Aloma whimpers)

- Hey!
(men laugh)

(Aloma chuckles)

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

- Oh yeah!
(men laugh)

(whip snaps)

(whip snaps)

(whip snaps)
(Aloma whimpers)

(whip snaps)
(men laugh)

(Aloma whimpers)

(whip snaps)

(whip snaps)

- Stop that, oh dear!

(whip snaps)

Let go of me.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- You shouldn't be doin' that.

Bullets make deeper marks than whips.

- [Mallek] What's going on?

Who's shooting?

- My gun, sir.

It's kind of a habit.

- Who are you?

- My name's Clayton.

I've known her for a long time.

- What do you want on this spread?

- Shut up, Steve.

He asked you a question.

What do you want?

- I just escorted 100
horses up to Richmond,

bought for the army in Mexico.

It's an opportunity to see Aloma.

- You know him, Aloma?

- From a long time ago.

- Yes, Mr. Mallek, that's the truth.

When he came back last night--

- Quiet, Marisa.

Get in the house, both of you.

So you're a horse driver, are you?

Good.

I won't ask you whose side your on,

doesn't make any difference here.

A guest is a guest in my ranch.

But I'll ask you to
keep that gun holstered.

As it is, good men are hard enough to find

with this war goin' on.

Where are you going, Clayton?

- Didn't wanna disturb you, sir.

- (laughs) Sir.

No formalities please.

Robert, Frank, take him to the kitchen,

and see that Aloma feeds him.

- [Man] In here.

- You trust him?

- I've seen that man.
- Sir.

- Nothing.

He just looks like someone
I saw, I don't know where.

- Don't worry about it, Jack.

Get on your horse, and
let's get the job done.

- Let's go, boys.

- Keep an eye on that Clayton, Steve.

And get him off the place
as soon as possible.

- I'll do it easy.

- A lot depends on it, so be real careful.

- [Steve] It'll be as
easy as fallin' off a log.

(suspenseful Western music)

(hooves clop)

(guns fire)

(horses whinny)

(guns fire)

(horses whinny)

(horse whinnies)

(Jack speaks in foreign language)

- [Jack] Sorry, we haven't got much time.

- Hey, do we have to wear these hats?

- Yes, hurry.

- Here.

- Hey, how's this one look?

- You're too young for a
lieutenant, get another one.

- Eh, try this jacket on. (mumbles)

- Come on, let's hurry with the uniforms.

Hey, this oughta fit me.

- Eh, this looks like
a pretty good fit, eh?

Here, here.

Hey, how do I look?

(birds chirp)

- It's tequila and water,
it'll go a long way.

- Thanks.

- Will I see you again, Clayton?

- Oh, if I get another
guide trip up this way.

(Aloma giggles)

- You found the one you're
lookin' for, didn't you?

- How do you know?

- I saw your eyes when you
were talkin' over there.

Jack's the one, isn't he?

- So long.

(somber Western music)

(hooves clop)

(punch thuds)

(man laughs)
(water splashes)

- Let him drown, Frank!

What are you waitin' for.

- Nah, let's have some fun, all right?

It's been a long time
since I've had some fun.

- That's one real good
idea all right. (laughs)

- He almost broke my hand

when he shot my whip out of it.

How about it, Robert?

We're gonna give a good
old baptism for him.

I'm gonna take all your sins away.

- Kill him.

We ain't got time to fool around
here all day long. (laughs)

- Now fess up, sonny.

Can't go to heaven with
sin on your soul, eh?

(Frank splashes)

(Robert laughs)

(punch thuds)

Oh!
(Robert laughs)

(water splashes)
(hits thud)

(horse whinnies)

(punches thud)

(whip snaps)
(Clayton groans)

(Frank groans)

- Drop that gun if you want him alive!

- I'm warnin' ya.

Let go.

Let go!

(guns fire)

(Robert groans)
(water splashes)

- Well, who is it?

- It's me, Steve.

- [Mallek] Good.

What'd you find out?

- Just what you thought, boss.

Lee and Grant have finally decided

they're gonna start peace talks.

In about two days, they're gonna meet

and set the plans down for the armistice.

- We better get our plan going right away.

Jack Blood will have to leave immediately.

- Jack's at Red Horn now, Mr. Mallek.

He's almost ready.

- He should be already on his way now!

If he thinks I'm gonna
pay for him to have fun,

he's got another thing coming.

This isn't a party, this is important!

We've lost enough time.

If those two generals don't
die, I've lost a fortune.

Every solder, whether Rebel
or Yankee, means $500 to me.

This has gotta work, no
ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Extremists on both sides
will blame it on each other.

The guns'll start again,

we can sell the equipment we have on hand,

and no one'll be the wiser.

- [Man] What are you doing here?

- [Mallek] Two idiots understand that.

What the hell do I?

(Marisa gasps)

- And don't try to tell
me you were cleaning.

What did you hear?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

- I caught her at the door, sir.

She was listening to you.

- A little spying, eh?

- No spying.

I didn't hear anything.

- A little listening.

I'll teach you to listen--
- Just doing my cleaning!

- You spying slut!

Stop her, Steve!

Burn her tongue out!

- Come here!

(suspenseful Western music)

(door slams)

- They're going to kill me!

They're going to kill me!

(fists pound)

- [Steve] Come outta there,
I said come outta there!

(door clatters)

- [Aloma] Get out!

Get out!

(Aloma groans)

(slap smacks)

- Spyin', eh?

Pity.

Better for you to be deaf and dumb.

'Cause you might decide
to talk some day, eh?

(gun fires)

(men groan)

(gun fires)

(Marisa whimpers)

- No.

(Marisa whimpers)

Marisa.

(Marisa whimpers)

(horse whinnies)
- He's in there!

And I want him brought out dead!

Get him.

(guns fire)

(man groans)

(hooves clop)
(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(horse whinnies)

(gun fires)

- It was Steve and Mallek, were talking.

Said Red Horn, going to do something.

Plan to kill, plan to murder two generals.

Jack Blood is. (sighs)

(somber acoustic music)

- Murderers, murderers, murderers!

I hardly knew anything about her.

Only that she was treated bad.

By everyone.

(whimpers) Murderers!

(birds chirp)

Where are you going?

- Came back to warn you.

Sorry about your friend.

- I asked you where you're going.

- You know, Aloma.

For me to kill Jack Blood.

- Blood's a murderer.

You don't have an idea
where that man's hiding.

Listen, you take me with you,

or you'll be killed by those renegades.

And to tell you the truth,
Clayton, I'm scared.

You gotta take me with you, please.

Oh please, take me with you, you must.

- All right, come on.

Let's go.

(midtempo Western music)

(hooves clop)

- Go back, go back!

Don't be a fool, go back!

- Tired?

- Why'd you do it, Clayton?

- What?

- Why'd you save me?

Why'd you do it?

- Guess I had to save somethin'.

Why, sorry I did?

- Tell me, why do you wanna kill him?

- It's a long story.
(horse whinnies)

He killed a woman.

A girl a lot like you.

- Did you love her?

- What?

- [Aloma] This girl, did you love her?

- Yeah, I did.

Then she got killed.

- But why?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

(guns fire)

(birds chirp)

- Look at those soldiers.

- Yeah.

- What branch of the army are they?

- Southern cavalry.

You stay here.

Take these.

I'll have a look around.

- Explosives are loaded, Jack.

They'll hear the blast clean
up to Baltimore and back.

- Uh, it works, don't it?

- You bet it does.

Once this explosive is set,

you got 10 minutes before it goes.

That's good enough.

- That's plenty.

After this, I'm gonna have a good time

with all the money I'm gonna get.

- You think we'll be able to get away

with all them guards there?

- Don't worry so much.

We escape in all the confusion it causes.

We'll be gone hours before
they get started after us.

They'll never catch us.

We will take a boat to New York
and get lost in the crowds.

There, nobody would ever find us.

- Well I'll be glad.

This uniform is cuttin' off my wind.

- You'll get used to it.

Get a couple of bottles.

I need a drink.

- All right.

- And now, we'll go over
the plans once again.

Tomorrow morning, an hour before dawn,

we'll be mounted and on our way.

I want you all to listen to this,

so there won't be any mistakes.

This here, is where the two generals are.

Understand?

Right behind that is the front lines

of the Southern soldiers, 50 yards away.

There.

We will come in from this point.

(suspenseful electronic music)

Now once we finish off the generals,

we will meet at the
bivouac at Stony Creek.

It is on the road to Charleston.

This should go off like clockwork

if everyone does what we plan,

so if you got any questions,

now is the time to ask them.

How about you, Berger?

You sure everything is--

- Good evening to you, gentlemen.

Keep your hands in sight.

I'm gonna kill you, Jack Blood.

(bottle clatters)

- Who told you that we were at Red Horn?

(kick thuds)

I'm talking to you.

Speak up!

Wanna be hard-headed?

All right, boys.

Loosen his tongue.

- Get on there, you.

- Do you wanna talk?

Ha!
(punch thuds)

- I think that may have helped.

(Clayton groans)
(men chatter)

- [Man] Get on that thing!

Get in it!

(fire crackles)

(men groan)

(kick thuds)

(stick smacks)

(chair clatters)

(punch thuds)
- Bring him over here!

(punch thuds)
Come on!

(Clayton groans)

(man groans)
(weapon smacks)

- You gonna talk?

(punch thuds)

(punch thuds)
(Clayton groans)

(punch thuds)

(punch thuds)

(punch thuds)

The lantern.

Outside, all of you.

We've wasted enough
time with you, Clayton.

Now I'm gonna give you a little taste

of what hell is like!

(fire crackles)

(hooves clop)
- Move it.

(suspenseful music)

(Clayton coughs)

- [Aloma] Clayton!

- Here!

Knife, on the floor.

(Clayton and Aloma cough)

(Aloma pants)

(gentle instrumental music)

- I thought you were finished.

- It's all right now.

(midtempo Western music)

- This isn't a courthouse.

- I know.

- Where are you goin'?

- Come on.

Come on.

(birds call)

- Wait!

What is this, eh?

- It's a safe place.

You stay here.

I'll be back.

- Clayton, I'm afraid to stay here,

I wanna go with you, please?

- You can't come with me.

I'm going after Jack
Blood, and I'll need a gun.

(dramatic electronic tones)

- Go get the girl.

Fancy meetin' you here.

I swore I'd hunt you down.

No one escapes from me,

and you ain't gonna be the first, mister.

Remember, I promised you a funeral.

Well, now you're gonna get one.

- Just a minute, sheriff.

I'm only after Jack Blood.

I don't wanna kill anyone else.

It'd be a lot better if you
just let me go on my way.

(gun clicks)

- It'd be a lot better

if you get what my brother got, mister.

(gun fires)
(man groans)

(gun fires)

(gun clicks)

(birds call)

(hooves clop)

(midtempo marching music)

- Remember what we're here for.

Every one of you, make
like soldiers, no mistakes.

- Yeah, don't worry.

- [Guard] Are you the courthouse guard?

- Captain Mendez, 50th Calvary Charleston

reporting as order for
courthouse duty, sir.

- Very good, captain.

How's things at the front?

See much action?

- [Jack] Enough, I guess.

- [Man] Howdy, fellers.

How do you like your outfit?

- Fine, thank you.
(man groans)

- [Man] Well, if
everything goes all right,

I guess we'll have a home here at last.

(horse whinnies)

(suspenseful music)

(midtempo marching music)

- [Man] Ho, ho there.

(horses whinny)

Now.

- This way, sir.

- General Carlson.

President Lincoln has expressed the hope

that General Grant and General Lee

can bring this war to a
swift and just conclusion.

I've been authorized to present you

with the terms of surrender.

Major, the document.

- [Major] Yes, sir.

- Terms of surrender dated
January 20th, 1865, Washington.

First, the Confederate States of America

will immediately disband
all army and naval units.

Second, all soldiers now held

will be granted complete amnesty,

and will be allowed to
be return to their homes.

Third, the Confederate States of America

shall cease to exist forthwith,

and a military governor shall
be appointed by the president

with full authority to enforce
the terms of the surrender

and to maintain law and order

until such time as the
normal governmental functions

can resume.

(brassy military music)

(hooves clop)

(moves into suspenseful electronic music)

- Sixth, in accordance with
the Emancipation Proclamation,

all slaves shall be freed without delay.

They should be granted
all rights and freedoms

ensured under the Constitution.

Seventh, all belligerents
should be allowed

to keep their horses, mules,
and other beasts of burden

for transport and agricultural purposes.

Eighth, all persons
military or non-military,

North or South, should
be treated with respect

as citizens of the
United States of America.

(suspenseful music)

- General.

I have the authority to
present this document to you

with the hope that.

(insects hum)

- First, let me tell you,

my superiors will receive the
these conditions for referral

to General Lee.

- The dates set for
acceptance of the terms

will be five days from today.

That way, General Lee and President Davis

will have sufficient time
to examine, in full detail,

all of the conditions.

- We feel that it's necessary
for the meetin' place

to be located near the front lines.

- Yes, I completely agree.

That'll be left up to you.

- In Virginia.

Shall we say, between
Richmond and Washington?

(suspenseful music)

- That belong to you?

(kick thuds)
(Jack groans)

All right, Jack.

Give me your gun.

Your gun!

The other way.

(gun clicks)

(gun clicks)

Put it to your head.

(suspenseful music)

Fire.

Fire!

(gun clicks)

Again.

(gun clicks)

Again.

Again.

(gun clicks)

Once more.

(slap smacks)

(punches thud)

(hooves clop)

- Jack should be here
any minute, Mr. Mallek.

(wind whistles)

(punches thud)

(Jack groans)

(punch thuds)

(Jack groans)

(Jack groans)

- 10:10.

Don't you think Jack
should've gotten here?

It's been long enough.

Now have any of you heard an explosion?

Something's wrong.

You'd better talk.

Well now, you tell me what's gone wrong.

Can't you answer?

Haven't you got one thing to say?

So you won't answer a simple question.

I should've never troubled
with the likes of you.

Dirty renegades!

But if Jack doesn't live up to his word,

I will personally see
him dead, believe me.

First he'll pay, then all of you.

You won't get anything, not one red cent!

- We're takin' those dollars!

(suspenseful music)

(Mallek groans)

(Mallek groans and whimpers)

(men laugh and chatter excitedly)

(men cheer)

(eerie electronic tones)

(men groan)

- Stop!

Wait, stop!

Don't, don't do it!

(gun fires)
(man groans)

(gun fires)

(men groan)

(punch thuds)

(punches thud)

(gun fires)
(man groans)

(gun fires)

(rock smacks)
(man whimpers)

(hooves clop)

(midtempo Western music)

(wind whistles)

- 3,900.

4,000 Yankee dollars.

Well, you went and done it.

Why don't you tell me how you done it?

How you get the money so quick?

- The wind brought it to me.

- (laughs) Well it's all yours, Clayton.

As far as the eye can see is yours.

And the wind brung it to him. (laughs)

- Some coffee, Clay?

- Bet you ain't seen this.

Now I figure the war'll be over real soon.

And every man can get on with his life.

Did you read it?

- [Clayton] Can't read
it, and I don't much care.

- [Mac] Can't read,
well I'll be. (chuckles)

Well, I guess a rich man
like you don't need to much.

♪ Clayton, oh Clayton ♪

- [Mac] I'll read it to you

The long and bloody conflict.

♪ God only knows why Mallek's so mean ♪

♪ And he will pay who's wrong and cheat ♪