All language subtitles for 1956_1956_Great Day In The Morning_eng sub

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[gunshot]

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[horse neighing]

[screaming]

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Thank you, gentlemen,
and ma'am.

I've always been lucky,
but I never expected

to draw three aces.

Were you alone down there?
No one else with you?

I'm most always alone,
but I welcome company now.

Where are you from, mister?
Georgia? Louisiana?

- North Carolina.
- Just as bad.

I can smell
a Southerner a mile off.

A smell I don't like
nor the breed.

Ungodly, slave beatin', slave
tradin', rebel secessionist.

Not fit to live, none of you.

Sorry we saved
your worthless hide.

Well, you did and I
owe you something for that.

I'm asking you not
to make me forget my debt.

Listen to that fancy talk,

just like that low down,
whiplashin' Johnny Reb.

And a tinhorn cheat to boot
judging by your looks.

Put that gun away, Zeff.

You might wait for the war
to start before fighting it.

I agree.

My name is Owen Pentecost.
I'm going to Cherry Creek.

Or Denver as I hear
they're calling it now.

So are we. I'm Stephen Kirby.

This admirer of yours
is Zeff Masterson.

I hired them both
at Fort Laramie

to ride with me to Denver.

They're taking orders from me.

If you're willing to take
orders, you can ride with us.

Yours to command, ma'am.

Forget it, Zeff.

Aim those whiskers
of yours at Pike's Peak

and keep them pointed that way.
Now move.

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As soon as I find what I want,
I'd like you to feed the mules

and watch over my belongings
until tomorrow morning.

Then your job is done.

Those all your pretties?

All those packs,
all those mules?

Well, not all mine to wear,
mine to sell.

I'm opening a store here.

[Kirby] Catering to my lady
at the wild frontier?

Why not?

I know style,
had a little money.

Took a chance on Denver women.

Holy Jehoshaphat!

I've been riding shotgun
on a load of lace drawers.

Good evening. I'm Father Murphy.
My church is right over there.

Mass tomorrow morning
at six and nine.

Thank you, father.

Crossing the Rockies safely
is something to be thankful for.

Lucky trip for me too. I
wouldn't mind saying thank you.

I like to sleep late
on Sunday morning.

I'm always willing to gamble on
anything, even going to church.

Toss a coin.
You call it, Miss Ann.

- Heads for the church.
- Tails for the devil.

Tails it is.

Only fair to make it
two out of three.

No thanks. I'd rather make my
conversions the hard way.

The young lady
looks rather tired.

Perhaps I can help you
get settled. Come along.

[indistinct chatter]

This is Phil, porter
and room clerk.

These folks just got into town.

Before somebody tells,
you might as well know.

They call me Phil the cannibal.

Don't be scared.
It was only once.

Man eats somethin'
he shouldn't just once.

Right away they start
callin' him names.

This young lady wants a room.
Hot water and a bathtub.

Hey, boys!
Look at the free leg show!

[male #1]
Every girl oughta wear them
pants. There oughta be a law.

[male #2]
There oughta be a law every
girl got a figure like that!

They don't mean any harm. They
used to make fun of my skirt.

I'll see you to your room, Ann.

I paid you to see me
across the Rockies, Stephen.

I think I can cross
the room alone.

No Southern chivalry.
Please, Mr. Pentecost?

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Worth the excitement.
They sure are tight pants.

Must make you uncomfortable.

- Your wife?
- No.

- Your girl?
- No.

Are you thinking about
stakin' a claim up there?

Will you sleep better
tonight if I tell you?

I won't sleep at all.

I just got up.
Time to go to work.

Go ahead. Tell me.

Well, she and I
were traveling companions.

To save you asking
the next couple of questions

so are...two other men.

What's a man from that dear old
Dixieland doing way out here?

Most Southerners are thinkin'

about leaving
before the war starts.

Gettin' out while
the gettin's good.

You must like to take chances.

What's your name?

Owen Pentecost.

High-soundin' name.

Guess maybe
that's why you took it.

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[sighs]

Oh, I just heard
you got back, Zeff.

Folks around about are anxious
to hear the latest news.

- Will there be a war?
- What'd you hear?

- Are we gonna fight or talk?
- There better be a war.

There's good men in North

who ain't standin'
for shillyshallyin'.

Just itchin' for that day we
march down South and stamp out

the whole dirty
breed of slavers and rebels.

It's gonna be a dirty war.

It ain't natural
for brother against brother.

Don't you go callin'
that Southern scum my brother.

I had me a brother.

He stood side by side
with John Brown

from bloody Kansas
to Harpers Ferry.

And they hung him like a dog.
Alongside John Brown.

Stay away from him.

Nobody helps him.

He's got it comin' to him.

He's one of those Missouri men.

Half North, half South.

Roostin' on the fence lookin'
for the safest side to light on.

Well, this ain't no soft war
and there ain't no brothers!

Just friends and enemies!

And every loyal man
knows that's the truth.

- Sure, sure we do.
- Let's teach him a lesson.

All right, Zeff.

You've won
the round and the fight.

Zeff makes a lot
of sense, Mr. Means.

Us loyal men got plenty
of enemies in this town.

We don't want to see
your ugly face in town.

So get movin'.

I told you once before

stop shootin' off your mouth
and crackin' heads.

They need crackin'.
Need it real bad.

Sure they do,
but at the right time.

With them all riled up here,
they'll be startin' a riot.

Next thing,
in comes the military.

Let 'em come. We'll start
the war here.

There's plenty
of Southerners to shoot at.

Don't need any soldiers
comin' and givin' orders.

It took me a long time to get
things runnin' the way I wanted.

You got a good part
of this town in your pocket.

I've more pockets. All I
need is a little more time.

Then we can
take care of the army.

Say, boss.

There's a new man inside.

A Southerner to boot.
Calls himself Pentecost.

Been puttin' a big dent
in the Federal Bank.

All right, I'll be right there.

I'm all for you, Zeff.
We're both on the same side.

Only wait a little.

Might be a long war.

What are you waiting for?
Start the game.

Mr. Pentecost.
I'm Jumbo Means, proprietor.

When I first set out
to see the world,

a drunkard took
one look at me

and yelled,
"The elephant's loose"

and immediately signed
the pledge.

Since then, an elephant's
been my good luck charm.

Now.

What is the secret
of your remarkable luck?

A complete indifference
to elephants.

One of us must be wrong.

Which one, Mr. Pentecost?

Shall we see?

I'll pass the time with you.

I'll get a table ready, sir.

Why are you so good to me?

I get a percentage
of the profits.

Doin' all right, aren't you?

There's always room
for improvement.

For a smart girl?

For a smart girl,
and this is the spot.

The best place
in downtown Denver.

You found elephants?

Trained ones.

When they get wild,
they can be dangerous.

Heard there's a man who arrived
from our part of the country.

Oh, yes. Uh, Mr. Owen Pentecost.
Are you acquainted?

No. But if he's from the South,
we'd like to welcome him.

We could use
friends on our side.

So few of us, so many of them.

I hope it'll be peaceful.

Sunday morning, too.

[Means]
Your luck still holds, sir.

This is the second
straight hand you've won.

[indistinct chatter]

You're not betting?

I don't think
the hand's worth it.

It's a pretty hand
to throw away.

But it can't beat four kings.

Yes, four kings, Mr. Jumbo.

I know your hand
as well as you know mine.

Then you're cheatin', sir.

Maybe you might call it that.

You rung in
a deck of marked cards.

I can read them
as well as you can.

What do you expect me to do?
Shut my eyes and lose my shirt?

Thanks, Pentecost.
And he did have four kings.

That was fast work,
Mr. Pentecost.

You'll be a useful man to know.

Dirty Southern trash.

If I had my way,
I'd run you all out.

[male #3]
Not if Abe Lincoln's in the
White House. He'll back us up.

[piano playing tune of
"The Battle Cry of Freedom"]

This is no put in
of yours, Rogers.

You fellows from
up North stick together.

Why shouldn't we?

[piano playing tune
of "Dixie"]

The name's Rogers,
Mr. Pentecost.

That's Robinson and Ralston.
All from Georgia.

Heard of you.
Heard a great deal.

- We might've a lot to discuss.
- We might at that.

Are you one of us?

I'm from way
down South, in Vermont.

Go back to Georgia,
the whole lot of ya.

Colorado's gonna belong
to us loyal Union men.

The only part comin' to you
is six foot of ground dug deep.

[piano playing tune of
"Old Folks at Home"]

Shut up with that music.

I guess you don't wanna hang
around with these hotheads

anymore than we do.

Him and his crowd
is your borned enemies.

There are no flags
on gold, North or South.

So if you'll excuse me,
I got a poker game goin'.

[Means]
Not with me, sir.

Since you're a stranger here,
I'll give you another chance.

With a new deck..

...and an honest deal.

Anything you want.

Honest or dishonest.

Make it dealer's choice.

I don't trust
that Pentecost one little bit.

Maybe we've been
judgin' him wrong.

He's a Southerner, born and
bred. If he was to come visit--

You ain't thinkin' of lettin'
him snoop around the mine.

We don't allow
nobody to do that.

Well, he said he might have
a lot to talk to us about.

What do we know
about him? Nothin'.

Except he's back there
hobnobbin' with Yankees.

Of course, if he came alone he
couldn't do no harm, could he?

It might be kinda nice
to talk to a man from home.

We got bad ones at home, too.

And I'm bettin'
he's one of them.

Maybe you're right.

[Owen]
One hundred.

[Means]
One hundred.

And..

...500 more.

Up 2000.

Call.

Well, I'm done. Finished.

You've taken all my cash.

But I intend to have
it back, Mr. Pentecost.

Oh, legitimately, I promise you.

Just one more hand.

What are you bettin'?
IOUs?

No. The Circus Tent.

Bar, hotel, warehouse,
stock, everything.

Everything against my own money.

All right.

Cold deal. Five cards high.

Since I don't trust you
any more than you trust me,

shall we leave it
to the lady to deal?

First card to our guest.

Three eights.

Strong hand.

This is just in case
you act disappointed

if you don't draw
the third queen.

If you get your queen,
I'll put the gun away

and you'll have your money
without any trouble.

My last card, please.

You asked me to deal.

You lost.

Now, you either
gotta pay up or get killed.

Yes, I lost, Mr. Pentecost.

But I'm not a loser.

Let her tell you that.

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That cheatin' no good woman.

We're not dead yet.

Across the street would be
a good place to open up again.

What're you gonna use for money?

There's plenty
of patriotic money

back East for a loyal man.

All of a sudden you're drunk.

I never show it till I relax.

I'm very relaxed now.

Come here.

Hey, you know something?

Jumbo's right,
that was a crooked deal.

Mmm. But only the last card.

That was supposed
to be another queen for Jumbo.

I saw you switch it.

I had a sudden thought. It'd be
nice to be under new management.

Now, don't get too relaxed just
'cause you're the new owner.

And don't get too flattered
that I slid the card

from the bottom of the deck.

Men are awful quick
to flatter themselves.

Sure, we're dogs,
unfeeling dogs.

I wonder what
a feeling dog is like.

Not like Jumbo.

He did me out of a hunk
of my cut here.

Kept books that make great
reading if you like fiction.

Sad fiction at that, I bet.

I don't cry.

Oh, I can see
you're not the crying kind.

Well, not that I
haven't done my share.

Men?

What else?

All the way from Boston
to San Francisco

and back to Denver.

But I always end up laughing.

Like now?

Like now, I think.

How do you know I won't
give you a dirty deal?

I don't.

But you gotta
be better than Jumbo.

And...you look
a whole lot better.

Feel better, too.

What are you doing so far
from the old plantation?

There was a little trouble.
I took the blame.

- For something you didn't do?
- Boy, I did it all right.

That's why I took the blame.

- Get out of here.
- Excuse me.

You shouldn't leave
your door unlocked.

The lock's broken,
but this pistol isn't.

Didn't know this
was your room.

Sorta stumbled
against the door.

- I'm sleepy.
- Well, then go to bed.

Not too sleepy to see
how different you look.

Buckskin does a lot
for you, but silk does more.

Just that little bit
of silk. Much, much more.

I'm in no mood
for visitors, Mr. Pentecost.

I'd hate to have
to shoot you to prove it.

You're perfectly safe.

Safe as if you're
in your own room.

I like that ribbon in your hair.

Makes you look
sweet and feminine.

And pretty and feminine.

Very smooth and feminine.

You make a good hotel man, Owen.

Just that nice personal touch
to please our guest.

- Hotel man?
- I'm the new proprietor.

- I won the place.
- On a decision.

I wish you a good night.

Or a good morning,
or a good afternoon

or a good whatever it is.

Jumbo's room.
I'll have it fixed up for you.

Move out all
the little elephants.

No sense in doing it now.
You'd only see more of them.

Well, if hair ribbons
are your weakness,

why didn't you say so?

[snoring]

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Rogers, come here.

- Where's the head man?
- He's comin'.

You call this
Southern hospitality?

The other night you seemed
to prefer Yankee company.

What brings you here?

I've never seen
$2 million in gold.

Neither have we.

Then let's look at it together.

That two million in gold nuggets
you've taken out of the ground.

What gives you
the notion that we have it?

Heard it in a saloon
back in Atlanta.

And you believed it?
Some drunk blabbin'.

Why do you think I came
all the way out here?

Two million dollars in gold
must be a pretty sight

to set your eyes on.

Maybe your hands, too.

I'm no holdup man,
I'm tryin' to help you.

We don't need no help.

Let him talk.
He's from home.

What part?

North Carolina.

Well, that's almost
as good as Georgia.

Go ahead.

You're in trouble.

Mining for three years.

Had chances to get away with
your gold. You waited too long.

War is coming any day now.

When it does, Yankee troops
are gonna get in your way.

You're stuck unless..

Unless what? What can you do?

There's a big warehouse,
belongs to the Circus Tent.

Got lot of wagons there.

Good strong ones,
not broken down ones like yours.

Plenty of guns,
food, ammunition

for the long trip back.

- Will you show me that gold?
- Why?

I want $50,000 in advance
for what's in my warehouse.

You dirty renegade.
Sellin' out your country.

I'm sellin' out my wagons.

In the most respectable,
profiteering way imaginable.

That money isn't ours to spend.

It belongs to the South
to fight the war.

They can have
the rest of it.

I thought this was your way
of showing loyalty to our cause.

I thought you were a loyal man.

Sure I'm loyal.

I've got an undying loyalty
to myself and to no one else.

Nothing else.

If you have
any idea of shooting me,

let me remind you
that Jumbo Means

is just waiting to get hold
of the Circus Tent again.

When he does, where are you
gonna get your wagons

or anything else?

Waiting to hear from you.

But think fast.

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- Where's Miss Boston?
- Out in the warehouse.

What's all this?

An inventory.

This is a list
of everything you own.

Looks very official.
You even signed your name.

Well, I guess
I belong on that list, too.

Uh, I don't like owning things,
certainly not people.

Wouldn't want
anyone to own me.

Oh, all you want
to own is money.

Gambling money, drinking money.
And maybe traveling money.

Oh, I'm staying here a while.

It takes two weeks to get
your laundry back in this town.

If you get restless feet,

this oughta pay your way
to China or Borneo

or wherever you're going next.

What are all these?

Mining claims that Jumbo
took in for half a ham

or a keg of whisky.
They're yours now.

Any good?

Some are, I guess.
They haven't been worked much.

- Why?
- Lots of reasons.

Folks run out of money,
turn lazy, get discouraged.

Let's encourage them.

What this town needs is a good,
old-fashioned revival meeting.

- With you doing the preaching?
- With me doing the preaching.

I've an idea for a sermon
that's sure to fetch them.

The gospel of gold.

Talking about gold
really perks you up.

What's wrong with likin' gold?

Especially in the color
of a woman's hair.

I don't care about
the color of a girl's hair.

As long as she has
a reasonable amount.

I don't complain.

[indistinct chatter]

There'll be drinks on the house
when I'm through talking.

Hooray for him.

Now, let me tell you why
I invited you here today.

You're all gamblers
or you wouldn't be in Denver.

So I'm introducing
a new game everybody can play.

North and South,
friend or enemy.

We've had enough of your gab.
What's your game?

I don't blame you
for being suspicious, Mr. Jumbo.

I wouldn't be at all surprised

if some cheatin' might not have
gone on right in this very room.

[all laughing]

That's why I'm moving
this new game outside.

It'll be the biggest
gamblin' table ever.

Reachin' for miles around.

And big stakes.

You can't lose, you might win.
So listen to the lady.

Mining claims.

Take your choice.

Gold in some, maybe all of them.

Now who's gonna be dealt in?

There ain't no more gold here.

Your pals
from Georgia got it all.

There's plenty of gold left.

Only it's not going to find you.
You've got to dig it out.

I ain't even got
a shovel or a pick.

He had to sell 'em and his wagon
to buy grub for me and the kids.

I'll stake any man
who wants to work.

And cash, too, to buy
whatever he needs.

Wagon, warm clothes,
for himself and the kids.

A new dress for his wife
in that store that's opening

just across the way.

When anybody strikes gold..

...I want half,
and I'm gonna get half.

No excuses,
no hard luck stories.

No double-crossing.
Half is mine.

Now, who'll be
the first to sign up?

Sign the paper and you
get your money and your tools.

- Give me one of them papers.
- Don't do it.

- He's a lyin', swindlin' rebel!
- I don't care. I'm flat busted.

This time I'll strike.
I can feel it in my bones.

He'll rob you blind.

Him and that
cheatin' woman of his.

I know her like a book.

You never got past
the cover, elephant boy.

[all laughing]

What about you, Mr. Kirby?

Doesn't seem natural, you
not bein' interested in gold.

Strikes me as peculiar,
you never even talk about gold.

Everybody in Denver does,
except Father Murphy.

Heaven's paved with gold.
That's enough for him.

But what about you?

Well, if it's a secret,
it's a secret.

Pick out a good one
for me, Pentecost.

So now we're
in the gold mining business.

Chances are you'll end up
with more lead than gold.

You're nervous. You want
to sell your percentage?

Uh-uh. I'm hanging
on to what I've got.

Sentimental value.

Owen.

If there's a war, I'm North,
a Yankee, you're South.

What happens to us?

I shoot you, I guess.

Oh. Oh, good evening.

Can't let Denver's
fashion center open

without celebrating
the occasion.

Only bottle of champagne
in my warehouse.

Bet it's the only one
between here and San Francisco.

That's very neighborly of you.

You're a very special
kind of neighbor.

Uh, it's gettin' cold.

Takes a little longer
to chill it in spring water.

You're a strange man,
Mr. Pentecost.

There are many things
to admire in you.

- Some to be afraid of.
- Afraid of? What?

Well..

...I don't think you'd ever
give yourself the worst of it.

With man or woman.

You know, Ann,
you are something special.

A lady.

It's the first thing I noticed
about you. It's born in you.

I'm glad you're
so positive about it.

A beautiful lady
high up on her pedestal.

So out of reach.

See how simple it is,
Your Ladyship?

I prefer to come down
from a pedestal

under my own power.

When you do,
I'd like to be around.

[knock on door]

That's the last
of the stuff, Ann.

You the first customer?

No, just looking.

Before you put me
to work alongside of Kirby,

I'll say good night, Ann,
and best of luck.

Enjoy the champagne, Kirby.

You're angry, Stephen,
but you have no reason to be.

Hate to see another man
taller in your eyes.

You're imagining things.

A new type for you.
You're curious.

When a woman's curiosity
about a man is aroused--

There's no need for you
to analyze my emotions.

Maybe there is.

Anyway, I, I have to leave now.

Good night, Ann.

[horse galloping]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Well.

Sir, Captain Kirby
reporting to Colonel Gibson.

Forget the salutes, my boy,

'til we put
our uniforms on again.

How do you like
secret service?

Well, it's a change anyway,
now I'm a gold miner.

And I'm a writer.

My wife says I couldn't have
picked a worse disguise.

She claims a writer
should be depraved

and romantic like Lord Byron.

She wanted to come out
to help me.

- Is Mrs. Gibson coming, sir?
- Good heavens, no.

If Mrs. Gibson has a fault, which
she's not prepared to admit,

it's talking too much.

Anything from, uh,
Washington, sir?

Nothing.

The whole idea is crazy.

We couldn't bring in troops.

No, that'd be martial law
and this is peace time.

They still ordered us to stop
that gold from getting South.

If we don't,
they'll shoot it back at us

in the shape of cannonballs.

I say start the war right now.

Then we can move the troops in.

Trouble is, Mr. Lincoln
is too namby-pamby for his job.

They say the man prays.

He's a good Christian,
I suppose.

I'm as good a Christian
as any man,

but praying's not
gonna prevent this war.

North and South
are natural enemies

like husband and wife.

Oh, yes.

That young lady
you were with today.

I hope she's not
the inquisitive type.

No, sir. She hired me
as a guide at Fort Laramie.

- Never asks me questions.
- Hmm.

Mighty few of those left.

Nothing like a strong,
silent woman.

Must be caused by an accident
at birth, wouldn't you say?

Well, I suppose you want
to be getting along.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Oh, yes.

Don't mention what I said about
Mr. Lincoln and his praying.

I'm praying to be a general.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Your servant, ma'am?

I'm afraid
I'm in a hurry, Mr. Pentecost.

Stephen is inviting me
to see his mine.

Our mine. He and I are partners.

Nothing like picnic lunch
with a pretty woman

for a tired gold miner.

Well, I'll tell him
you said good appetite.

Oh, I'm goin' that way myself,
if you don't mind, that is.

Got a lot of partners
to see today.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

I get off here.

Wish Kirby good luck.

I have enough lunch for three,
if you'd care to join us.

So I won't be lonely?
Thank you.

You mind waiting a minute?

Howdy.

Glad to see ya.

Hello, Lawford.
How are things?

Huh? Not very good,
and that's a fact.

[Owen]
All through for the day?

I'd be wastin'
my hard work and your money

puttin' any more time
in this claim.

Maybe you're giving up
too soon, Lawford.

I ain't no greenhorn.

I know when there's gold
and when there ain't.

Been prospectin'
more than two years now.

Wife and kid back in Michigan
just about gave up on me.

Hard to keep writin' 'em
the next time's gonna be lucky.

They plum ran out of patience.

Dig those ashes
out of that hole, Lawford.

What for?
There's nothin' in there.

If there's nothin',
I'll pay you for your time.

Honest. I didn't make a strike.
I'd swear by my kid's life.

Then why did you
cover up the hole?

No special reason.

What did you hit down there?

White quartz?

Is that what you
didn't want me to see?

Easy soft veins you can get at
with a pick and shovel?

- Come on. Dig.
- I found it.

Struck it over a week ago.

I clawed gravel
till my hands bled.

What's mine is mine and you
ain't gettin' any part of it.

I got friends who wouldn't stand
seein' me robbed by no secessh.

We made a deal
and you're sticking by it.

You ain't collectin'
nothin' from my claim.

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

I'm sorry you had to see it.

He reached for his gun.

So did I.

And you won.

Would you rather
it had been the other way?

I hate all killing.

First thing to do is to get
the body back to town.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Get away from there,
you buzzards.

Keep your hands off.

[indistinct chatter]

[Ann]
We brought him to you, Father.

I don't know
if he's one of yours.

What does that matter?

It matters that Lawford
is lyin' here dead.

All your prayin'
ain't gonna change that.

We got a way of dealin'
with cold-blooded murder.

Are you sure
it's murder, Mr. Jumbo?

That's a mighty fast verdict.

You can't fast talk
your way out of this.

Hanging's too good for him.

Needs a good whippin'
with a big bullwhip

that would lay
his back wide open.

I knew she'd cause you trouble.

You had to go riding
with miss high and mighty

and look what happens.

She's got her own man
to do her killing for her.

You're as bad as he is.

Cheatin' trash, both of you.

Be quiet.

Have you no respect
for the dead?

Why be so quick
to shed more blood?

Bring him in the church.

[dramatic music]

[Ann]
Look out, Owen.

[gunshot]

That's the only one I'm wasting.

Try that again, there'll be
more of you going to church.

Before anyone else gets killed,
let me tell you how it happened.

I'll tell them.
Self-defense is no crime.

They'd never believe you.

They'd try you
and hang you the same day.

I was with Owen Pentecost today.

All day.

We stopped by
Jack Lawford's claim and..

...and found him dead.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

[children clamoring]

[dog barking]

Here, here, here.
You keep out of it.

You let 'em fight out
fair and square.

Stop them.
Stop them.

All right, that round
lasted long enough.

Now what's this all about?

Kid got outta my coach
when I turned around

they're mixin' it up.

- He started it.
- I did not.

I asked if he knew where
I could find my father.

And all I said was what's your
old man's name, didn't I?

- Didn't I?
- All right.

As soon as I said
Jack Lawford, you laughed

and said he might be
one of two places.

Then all the other kids
started laughing, too.

That made me mad,
so I started swingin'.

Oh, you can't take a joke.

- Your old man's dead.
- That's enough.

Don't you talk
that way to my boy.

Let's get away from here.

He...he is dead,
isn't he?

Yes.

But I want you to know
you're with friends.

What's your first name?

Gary. Gary John Lawford.

Middle name's after my father.
Did you know him?

Yes.

H-how did it happen?

Well, let's get settled first,
and then we can talk.

I'll take care of you.
I live over there.

He's coming with me.

He'll stay with me.

How can he stay with you?
You, of all people.

How could you
face him day after day?

Do you think that room and board
is going to make it up to him?

I'm handling this my own way.

I didn't know about
ol' Jack Lawford.

He must've kicked the bucket
since my last trip.

Poor kid ain't got nobody now.

Told me his ma died
a spell back.

Some friends put in,
sent him out here.

Well, I guess it's time
for a drink. I'm an orphan, too.

Get some soup, Phil, and
some ham and eggs right away.

Yes, sir.
Soup's on the fire now.

- Is that all right, Gary?
- I guess so.

This is all wrong, keeping him
here with you and you know it.

Or is this the way a gambler
like you pays his debts?

We'll make this
a fine room for you, Gary.

How did it happen?

You can tell me. I won't cry.

All right.

He was killed in a gunfight.

He did the best
he knew how, but he..

..ran up against
something he couldn't beat.

Who? Who was it?

Who killed him?

No one has found out yet, Gary.

You better taste this, Gary.
It'll make you feel better.

I'm glad you're here.
We're gonna be great friends,

you and I.

[crying]

Don't be afraid to cry.

Even big men cry sometimes.

- Eatin' time.
- Thanks, Phil.

Say, Miss Boston,
is this answer right?

Well, let me take a look at it.

Never make a mistake
when I do that.

Correct.

How come you
need all this learnin'?

You're a rich, young fellow now,
ownin' your pa's gold mine.

Mr. Pentecost
and I are partners.

Just like him and my father.

Owen's only got,
but two of these.

And now one of them's yours.

Let's try it on.

There.

- Spittin' image of the boss.
- That's right, Gary.

Be like him. Just like 'im.
Take it from someone who knows.

[children singing]
♪♪ Jack Lawford's body lies
rollin' in the grave ♪♪

♪♪ Jack Lawford's body lies
rollin' in the grave ♪♪

♪♪ Jack Lawford's body lies
rollin' in the grave ♪♪

♪♪ And he certainly
don't give a hank ♪♪

♪♪ Jack Lawford's body lies
rollin' in the grave ♪♪

♪♪ Jack Lawford's body lies
rollin' in the grave ♪♪

Don't bother with those boys,
Gary. Wait until Owen gets home.

I don't need him.

I'll shut them up myself.

[Boston]
Stop him, Phil,
before he hurts somebody.

Let him crack a couple
of heads. I don't blame the kid.

Hey, what's wrong with you?
We ain't done nothing.

What's the idea,
ridin' down these poor boys?

If you got anything to say,
don't hide behind your kids.

Sing it to me and sing it loud.
Go ahead, I'm listening.

Go on back, Gary.
Concert's over.

This is my fight, not yours.

Milk's better for ya.

You can have your bottle.
I'm getting something better.

[galloping]

You're all right. Learning fast.

- Mad at me?
- Yes.

Well, no.

You taught me how to ride.
Now teach me about this.

How do you get it out so fast?

Give anybody first shot,
but still always beat them.

That's what everyone says.

Teach me how to
work a gun like you do.

A little young
for guns, aren't you?

- You're just a boy, Gary.
- Not if I can shoot like a man.

Then I'll find out
who killed my father.

Isn't that what you'd do?

Yes, that's what I'd do.

I'm sorry I was mad at you,
even for a little while.

- Let's get started.
- Where?

Your first lesson.

Throw them as high as you can.

[gunshot]

Gosh! You didn't even look.

I looked.

[gunshots]

I don't see
how you did it so fast.

If you're standing in front of
me, you'd have never found out.

I'll never be able
to shoot like that.

You wanted to learn, didn't you?
If I teach you, you will.

Let's try it over here.

[gunshots]

More shots.
They're coming from over there.

Now let's see you try it.

Here, get used
to the feel of it.

[sighs]
What does he wanna do?

Make that boy
everything he is himself?

Well, what is he?

Outside of someone
who seems to interest you

no matter what he does.

It's the boy I'm thinking of.

Straighten your arm.

- It's heavy.
- But perfectly balanced.

It sure is heavy.
I'd like one I could handle.

No gun is a toy.
It's meant to kill with.

I can teach you
to hit what you aim at.

But I can't teach
you to kill what you shoot at.

I'm not gonna preach
to you one way or the other.

Let's try it again.

That's it.

You're getting awfully worked up
over a little shooting lesson.

[gunshot]

With his own gun
that he's killed with.

As far as I know,
he's killed a couple of Indians

who were trying to kill him.

Anybody else?

I don't know his record.
I don't care to.

But someone ought
to teach him a lesson.

Oh, I wish I were a man.

Sometimes I think
it'd be much easier

for everyone
concerned if you were.

[clicking tongue]

[knock on door]

[knocking continues]

Come in, please.

Thanks for inviting me over.

I'm afraid this
isn't a social occasion.

What is it? A bargain sale?

I saw you and Gary
this afternoon.

I can't drive it from my mind.

You're teaching
that boy to shoot.

To kill. To be
a gunfighter like yourself.

You think I'm not
bringing him up right, huh?

Haven't you done enough to him
murdering his father?

So it's murder, now.

- Next case.
- What?

The trial's over, Your Honor.
You found me guilty. Goodbye.

You're guilty
more than you think.

I'll tell you why you're
training that boy to use--

I'll tell you. Because when the
boy learns to shoot straight,

he'll fill me full of lead

and save me the trouble
of committing suicide.

Isn't that what you're thinking?

It's on your mind
or you wouldn't say it.

If you have a conscience.

Or at the last minute, will you
be yourself and shoot the boy?

You're quite a girl, Ann.

Independent, think
nothing of toting a load

of pantalets and petticoats
across the Rockies.

A real pioneer lady.

- Is that sarcasm?
- Compliment.

Well, don't be sure
you can read everybody's mind.

Or heart, too, for that matter.

I can read
Gary's heart and mind all right.

He loves you.

Worships you.

And then, one day,
he'll find out the truth.

I'll tell him when he's ready.

And then how he'll hate you.

And try to stop loving you until
it...nearly drives him crazy.

That's what loving
and hating someone can do.

Are we still talking
about the boy?

Or is that your feeling, too?

Don't try to
put words in my mouth.

Why not?

Aren't you proud of hating me?

Just ashamed
of nearly loving you.

Never did much
talkin' about love.

You don't know
the meaning of the word.

You've got plenty of hate in
you. I don't know how much love.

More than you know,
but not for you, not anymore.

Nothing's over that fast.

Killer like you,
everything dies fast.

I hate your hands on me.
I hate the feel of you.

Is that what makes
your heart beat so fast?

I never wanna see you again.

I wanna forget I ever knew you.

I'll make it easy for you.

[bugle music]

[marching band music]

[male #4]
We're with you, Abe Lincoln.

[male #5]
They won the first battle,
but we'll win the war.

[male #6]
Remember John Brown.

Clean up Denver.
Clean out the rebels.

[male #7]
The only good rebel
is a dead rebel.

[male #5]
Let's wipe out
the whole South.

[male #6]
Remember John Brown.

[male #8]
We'll blow the rebels
smack off the map.

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter continues]

Well, it's started.
Fort Sumter surrendered.

Won't last long.
Be over in 90 days.

The Yanks back East
have no stomach for war.

You don't need a stomach,
you just need a law.

And guns and money
and Lincoln's got them.

You ain't a Yankee
sympathizer, are you?

- Nope.
- Well, that's somethin'.

Them men paradin' outside are
your enemies as well as ours.

Well, they don't see us exactly
like brothers tonight.

Better wait here
till it quiets down.

Well, that's friendly of you.

I knew you'd be on
our side when the time came.

We hold no grudges.
You belong to us now.

I don't belong
to anyone except myself.

I'm not joining
any parade, yours or theirs.

I like walking alone. No ties.

No one to ask questions.
No one to answer to.

Man's gotta be
sentimental to fight a war.

Gotta have a lump
in his throat about God

and country and home and mother.
All the pretty things.

No lumps.

What are you going to do?

About the war?

What any sensible man would do.

Stay alive.

Keep your paws off
them guns, all of you.

Now, Mr. Gunslinger Pentecost,
we'll let you buy the drinks

so we can wish a long life
to President Lincoln

and a quick hanging
to Jeff Davis.

Mister, you'll drink too.

Or we'll pour it
right down your gullet.

And then we're gonna
clean out your place.

We ain't harmin' the woman if
she keeps out of the way.

Now unbuckle
your gun belts and drop 'em.

Maybe you'd rather
take mine from me.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I can't think of
nothing I'd rather do

except to cut you down
with your own lead.

[gunshot]

You shot your own man.

The rest of you, get out of here

before somebody else
gets killed.

Maybe it will be you.
We still got you three-to-one.

Maybe it'll be me.

But, if anybody else wants
to be sure of being alive

tomorrow morning,
now's your chance.

[gunshots]

- My man's in there.
- So's mine.

[gunshot]

Don't worry, they missed me.

Gary, put that gun away!
Get away!

[gunshot]

I got him. I got him.

Good. Now let's get the others.

No, no! Stop it!

[gunshots]

[indistinct chatter]

- Bill?
- Are you all right?

[dramatic music]

I'll be...back on my feet
in no time.

Sure you will.

Uh, it's not bad.
Just a crease.

Pretty close
to the right place, though.

See what happened
to the doctor, Phil.

Gary went to fetch him.

Only a twinge.
This is all right now.

These Colts are
exactly like mine.

Only I ain't gettin'
the same results.

You know, seein' you standin'
by our side down there

against those Yanks
was quite a comfort.

The way it should be.

Don't be carried away.

I was just trying to save
my own skin. That's all.

Can't you see
he doesn't feel like talking?

Would you leave him alone?
He's done enough for you.

I've got you.

Knocked the wind
out of me for a while.

I was too scared
to cry downstairs.

I...I thought I'd go crazy
until I could see you breathing.

When you opened your eyes
and looked at me..

I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop.
Door was open, you know.

Here's the doctor.

Your very good health!

Epidemic's got you too, eh?

It's all my fault.

Never would've been hit
if he hadn't tried

to stop me from shooting.

I guess he didn't want
a gun in your hand, Gary.

The kid needs more lessons.
That's all.

I have to kick you ladies out.
Gotta undress our friend here.

Stay and help me,
young feller.

I'm kinda arm weary.

I delivered two babies and
took out six bullets tonight.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I might as well tell you

he'll get along better
with one nurse than two.

If you feel that way.

I guess you got a good idea
how I feel about him.

Enough of an idea to know
that you're in love with him.

It's easy to tell, isn't it?

Just looking at me
looking at him..

...and you know it.

Yes.

- Now, I hope you're satisfied.
- Don't try to be so superior.

I wasn't even trying.

All right, miss high and mighty,
I can throw low punches, too.

You're crazy about him yourself.

Only you don't know
how to love a man.

You'd like to believe that,
wouldn't you?

You wouldn't be happy unless
you could change him all around.

Turn him inside out,
everything just so.

Loving a man isn't always
storybook pretty.

But that doesn't stop you
from loving him.

No matter what he is
or what he does.

Can you do that?

Can you?

That's a one-way love.

I'll give a man
as much as you, everything.

But it's got
to work both ways.

Yes, I love him.

But I also...hate him.

[indistinct chattering]

All right, men.

To our friends.

Excuse me,
if it ain't Mr. Kirby.

Never knowed
you was a soldier.

And a captain, too.

Kinda had a feeling
you might be army.

Old-time sergeant like me's
got a nose for gold braid.

- Who thought this up?
- We were mournin' our dead.

We'd be proud
to have you join us.

Mourn your dead all you like.
They don't rate these flags.

We can't let you do that.
Captain or no captain.

These men weren't soldiers
or heroes.

They were killed in
a barroom brawl, not a battle.

If I'd been here
it wouldn't have happened.

We were fightin'
to avenge Fort Sumter.

We were licked there, too.

Civilians aren't supposed
to wear army caps.

- Where'd you get them?
- I issued them.

Had them shipped in
with the rifles.

I've got friends back east,
I want you to know.

Powerful friends.

I wouldn't care if you
and the Secretary of War

were kissing kin.

You got no call
belittlin' anyone's friends.

You got kind
of a suspicious friend yourself

givin' aid and comfort

and I don't know
what else to the enemy.

- You still a sergeant?
- No.

Ten-hut!

Army regulations say sergeants
are sacred but not ex-sergeants.

Martial law has been
declared as of now.

Until the regulars arrive,
I can use a hundred volunteers.

Nobody in Denver carries
guns unless he joins up.

First thing you need
is a quartermaster.

Ammunitions,
supplies, dry and wet--

You've got the job.
Only I set the prices.

Rest of us are going
to keep order.

And prevent contraband
from going out.

In case you don't know
what contraband is, it's gold.

- Rebel gold?
- That's right.

Just so I won't hit you again,
I'm making you sergeant.

- Top sergeant.
- Don't know if I want the job.

I'll take it. Kinda like
them stripes on my arm.

What do you know
about soldierin'?

Here, you, come on,
you three over there.

Fall in and make
a double line.

Double yourselves. Don't you
know what double means?

You had a hankerin' for war,
now you'll get one.

Get in that line before
I take your ribs in with this.

All right, stomachs in, chest out,
feet at a 45-degree angle.

Now you're lookin'
a little bit like soldiers.

Ten-hut!

All present
and accounted for, sir.

Sergeant, as soon as
we're finished here,

post two sentries up
at the Southerner's mines.

Send good men who'll keep
their eyes and ears open.

Keep out of sight.

Marv, that's for you and Toby.

Right, sergeant.

At ease.

As soon as you take the oath,
you can wear those army caps,

carry guns, and rate flags
on your coffins.

Now, raise your right hands.

Colonel Gibson,
they got away, sir.

Dirty secessh got away,
gold and all.

Poor Marv and Toby
layin' at their post

cold and dead at the hands
of them hellhounds.

Pull yourself together, man.

You're making a military report,
not delivering an obituary.

Marv's relief was just
coming up the trail.

He's seen 'em.
They got about 20 men.

All with loaded saddlebags,
loaded with gold.

- They can't be far out of town.
- They're still here.

Headed for the warehouse
behind the Circus Tent.

The whole kit and caboodle.

Nothing could be better.
Got 'em all together.

Now if only
I had my own men here.

We don't need no help.

Not as long as we're fighting
for Abe Lincoln and John Brown.

From what I hear,
you didn't do too well by them

a few nights ago
at Pentecost's Bar.

We were tricked.

So was Napoleon at Waterloo.

All right, sergeant. Assemble your
men, surround the warehouse.

- I'll be over there directing.
- Yes, sir.

Kirby.

I have a special job for you.

Sir, request permission
to stay here

and be in on this fight
with Pentecost.

That sounds more like
a private fight.

Well, uh, it is, sir, but..

...since our military objective

is to put Pentecost
out of action,

I can promise you
an enthusiastic job.

Sorry, Kirby.

Now, about these troopers
on the way here from Fort Riley.

They must think they're
on a sightseeing trip.

If you leave here at once,

you should be able
to meet them right here.

I don't know how
many of these fanatics

I'll have left after
we clear out that warehouse.

So you take command of those
troopers and hurry 'em up.

Yes, sir.

You hadn't oughta be out of bed,
Mr. Pentecost.

You ain't healed good yet.

I saw you let them
in the warehouse.

- Saw it from my window.
- Ah, don't you be mad at me.

Don't be mad at them neither.
They're in bad trouble.

They want to see you.

Go to bed.
I'll handle 'em.

You might as well know,
I'm joinin' up with 'em.

- Why?
- 'Cause I'm from Arkansas.

Like a couple of
Mr. Rogers' men out there.

Ain't sayin'
I hate the Yanks.

I ain't ashamed to say
some of 'em are my friends.

But when my folks
start shootin' at their folks,

I belong to home,
shootin' alongside of them.

Ain't that right,
Mr. Pentecost?

It's a choice
every man has to make.

Isn't always easy.

The way I see it,

a man can't turn his back
on his own people.

All men aren't alike, Phil.

It's always hard
to be different.

That don't mean it's always
right to be different, does it?

Shucks, I don't know.

I ain't got brains.

I just do
what comes natural.

We heard Yank troops
were on the way.

Decided to get started
before they arrive.

How 'bout the wagons?

There they are.
Get your men busy loading them.

We have some things
to talk about first, don't we?

I don't think so.

One thing, we could use that
gun of yours, and that luck, too.

[Rogers]
Yeah, and not forgetting
your brains.

You know it's not
gonna be easy gettin' home.

We're gonna have to be smart.

A lot smarter
than I know how to be.

We're miners, not soldiers.

We don't mind to fight, but
we need a leader. A captain.

And that's out of my line.

All right, the sooner
we get started, the better.

- You go with us?
- I said so.

We're not askin' you
to waste your time.

We'll come straight out, pay you
$10,000, including your guns.

If you're hiring, my guns
are worth more than that.

Have a look.

You think you can get
past them and steer clear

of Yankee troops, go ahead.

My price is $100,000.

It ain't our gold
to give away.

Every nugget's another
cannon for the South.

If you wasn't
a Southerner yourself,

we wouldn't have you along
at any price.

Sure, blood's thicker
than water.

Mine's more expensive.

Owen!

I'm leaving with Rogers
and his men.

- Tonight?
- Yes.

Why? What made you change
your mind all of a sudden?

Did someone play "Dixie?"

Yes, someone did.

What about me?

You're taken care of.
Circus Tent is yours,

and all the gold in the safe
is for you and Gary.

I'm not talking about money
and you know that.

I cheated to get you,
and I'm not letting you go.

Take me with you, Owen.

I'll do anything. I'll ride
a mule, I'll wash, I'll cook.

Don't leave me, Owen.

Nobody else can go along,
least of all a woman.

They'll be fighting
and killing.

You wanna die,
that's why you're going.

Because of her. Because
she's too nice, too sweet.

I mind very much dying.

It's not because of any woman.

You'll forget me
in a week.

I'll remember you as long as
I remember anything.

What're you doing up
in the middle of the night?

Just been down to the warehouse,
saddling up my horse.

Ready to go?

No, Gary.

You're staying with Boston.
You and she are partners now.

No. You and I
are partners...all the way.

You told me that
the first day I got here.

You made the boy
a small copy of you.

And now you want to
turn him loose.

You can't walk out
on people who love you.

I'm a partner too...all the way.

Every minute of all the way.

You're not a Southerner, Gary.
Neither is Boston.

You wouldn't be welcome
where I'm going with the rebels.

Traitors.
That's what they're calling us.

If you're one,
I wanna be one, too.

You're a Northerner, like
your father and your people.

Well, my father is dead
and you're the nearest thing

I have to a father.

Well, if he were alive,
he'd want you to stand by

and be on his side.

Well, he's not alive.
So I'm going with you.

It's my fault he's not.

I killed him.

No, Owen. It isn't true, Gary.

He ran up against something
he couldn't beat and he lost.

I didn't tell you it was me.

Never had a chance.

Call it murder if you want to.
Now you know.

Go after him.
Help him get over it.

Promise me you will.

Owen...kiss me.

Kiss me hard.

- What do you want?
- You looking for the boy?

- Have you seen him?
- He seemed anxious to get away.

Anything wrong?

Look, if you know
where he is, tell me.

If not, I haven't any time
to be bothered with you.

You're going to catch cold
dressed like that.

You must have seen
which way he went.

Yes. Yes, he's over at my place.

What's he doing over there?

Wait a minute.

How does he happen to be
in your place?

No mystery.

I saw him running to the corner.

Guessed he was heading
for your warehouse.

Told him
there was gonna be shooting.

And no one was allowed in
the street except the military.

All right.

He won't come out,
not tonight.

Why? He's got to come out.

You tried locking me in a room
once before and it didn't work.

You're not fast enough
on your feet. Too fat.

I don't like
being called that.

Not by a woman.

Not by you.

[crashing]

You fool. You silly, fat fool.

You lost me the Circus Tent.
You lost me you.

You never lost me
because you never had me.

You didn't try
to fight him off.

Well, he's not
having you anymore.

You're sick.

Sick in your dirty
diseased mind.

Many is the time I wanted
to come over and kill you

when you were together.

[gasping]

No! Jumbo, no!

He's running away from me.
He doesn't love me.

Don't!

Listen carefully in there.

This is Colonel Gibson,
United States Army.

Any resistance will be hopeless.

But I want to avoid
bloodshed if possible.

You will open those doors,

come out, unarmed,
hands above your heads.

You'll be treated fairly
and honorably

as military prisoners.

You have two minutes
to make up your minds.

Then I will lay siege
to this building

and, if necessary,
burn it to the ground.

[soldiers cheering]

Scrunch back. If they see you,
they'll lock you up.

That's what they did
to some other people.

- Gary, you shouldn't be here.
- I have to watch.

He's in here.

A minute gone, a minute left.

[explosions]

[clamoring]

He got away.

For a minute
I wished he was dead.

But...I don't know.

I've marked on the map
where Captain Kirby

is meeting the cavalry troop.
Just follow the trail.

Yes, sir. One of us is sure
to get through.

Good. The rest's
in Kirby's hands.

Now, off you go.

- Who goes there?
- Sergeant Masterson.

I got orders for Captain Kirby.

I thought you want
to keep a lookout until dawn.

Didn't have to.
Saw all I want.

Cavalry, the other side
of that hill,

not more than
two, three miles away.

Get the wagons ready
to go, fast.

Too risky in the dark.

It'll be sunup in
about an hour.

They'd be sure to hear us
if we started rollin'.

I want them to hear us.

Switch the gold around
so I've got two empty wagons.

Ross and I'll drive 'em
right past their camp.

You wait here, til you hear
the cavalry chase us,

then off you go that way.

Suppose you don't fool 'em?

Then you're in trouble.
Come on, get busy.

I want to get started before
the Yankees are wide awake.

They catch up with one of us
and find the wagon empty,

the other man saves hisself
the best he can.

Yep. If it happens to be you,

then you'll find your $100,000
waitin' for you in Atlanta.

You can deduct for the wagon
and team I'm driving.

I wanna feel free to treat it
like it belongs to me.

Do what I want with it.

You're still workin' with us,
aren't you?

Yes, but I pay for what I get.

I figure it's worth, let's see..

They're odd numbers.
Make it an even $100,000.

The whole $100,000?

You can't expect to pick up
bargains out here in the wilds.

You know, Owen,
that's mighty generous of you.

It just goes to show--

Shut up about it,
before I change my mind.

Get the men mounted.

Carry 'em out, boys.

Two men take care of him!

Take six men, sergeant.
Go after that wagon.

It's probably empty too,
but I wanna make sure.

Rest of you men,
fan out over that hill.

That other fellow's
back there somewhere.

Oh, I didn't know it was you
I was following in here.

Where's Rogers
and the other wagons?

They won't get far. There's only
one way to go. Southeast.

And I can travel
twice as fast as they can.

There's more
than one way out.

You'll never catch them now,
and you know it.

You've lost, Kirby.

I've been looking forward
to seeing you alone.

I've often wondered if I could
shoot a man in cold blood.

Knowing you, the betting'd be
ten-to-one against.

Of course, you can't
play form on a man

with a gun
if he's riled up enough.

I'm riled up enough,
and you know why.

You're too much
of a professional soldier

to take a war that personally,
so it must be a woman.

Don't be so light-hearted
about it.

You've been after Ann
from the start.

But I thought everything
was open and above board.

But when Masterson blurted out
in the saloon that you and she--

There was never
anything like that, Kirby.

Ann's not for me,
I'm not for her.

Maybe I might have thought
different once, but not anymore.

It's easy to talk.
Twice as easy to lie.

Don't I know it.

I guess this is a time
to, uh, tell the truth.

Tell it to myself
as much as to you.

There are two people in the
whole world I need and want.

One of them I can't ever have.

Gary.

The other one is not Ann.

- Boston?
- Yes.

Since you're going back to
Denver and I'm not, tell her..

Love is a word that never
came easy to me, Kirby.

But it does now.

Tell her that.

Can you walk four miles?

The stagecoach for Santa Fe
passes by over that way.

It might be hot walking.

What'll it be? Colonel Pentecost
of the Confederate Army?

Just plain Private.

So, a salute's
coming to you, captain.

We've lost him. No use wasting
any more time around here.

[triumphant music]