All language subtitles for Adventures.in.Silverado.1948.DSR.x264-GQ_track3_eng

If there be a story
in this new country,

then I shall find it

and write it
for the world to read.

It must be remembered
that we are here

in the land of stage drivers
and highwaymen.

A land, in that sense,
like England 100 years ago.

Are we nearing
Silverado, sir?

Yes, we should be there
in a f few minutes.

A beautiful state,
your California.

First visit?
Yes.

My health hasn't
been any too good.

I thought a change
of climate might help.

It sometimes does.
You're Englishsh, aren't you?

I'm a Scot.

Forgive me if I seem
inquisitive,

but what are you
always writing in that book?

Notes.

I sling ink.

You sling ink?

I'm a sort of writer.
Oh. Heh-heh-heh.

What kind of things
do you write?

Oh, a bit of everything.

Verse, essays, fiction.

You'll find plenty
to write abobout he.

By the way,
we haven't introduced ourselves.

My name's Dr. Henderson.

I liveve in Silvera.
Stevenson is my name.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

Hyah!

I'd like to get
my peepers

on that no-good bandit
just once.

Yes, sir!

It'd be the last time.

From the talk I hear,

you'll need eyes
in the back of your head.

The Monk can pop up
from anywheres.

Who knows? He might be
up there right now

behind the Doc's trunk.
Where?

Aw, now, Zeke,
you stop plaguin' me.

Aw, stop f fussin', Jake.
Rest your shootin' finger.

We're out
of his territory now.

Besides, we ain't
carryin' no gold.

That's all the Monk
ever steals.

Let's go there, boy!

Hyah!

Hyah!

I've heard some lurid stories
of your Western highwaymen.

But of course I've never
seen one in action.

Neither have I.
Except once.

A couple of years ago
a man came in my office

and complained
of an upset stomach.

I toldld him to te
something for it.

He did. My money.

Are they really as despepete
as they sound?

Oh, I guess they'd
shoot you soon enough

if you didn't hand over
your valuables.

We had a bad one operating

north of Silverado
a while back,

called the Monk.
Why the Monk?

He always wore a sort of
a Monk's robe,

though I'm sure he had
no official right to it.

And what happened to him?

I don't know, unless
they've caught up with him

since I've b bn gone.
I've been in San Francisco.

Hey.

What's that rig
down there?

Strange rig to me.

Hey, what do you think
of this country, Big Fella?

Ah. Hey, Utah.

Don't be crowdin' Arizona.
Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

That stage is new.

If that gringo thinks
he's gonna set himself

up in business in Silverado
against us, he's...

Come on, boys!

Stretch! Hyah!

This driver seems to be
in a great hurry.

Yes, when Zeke wants
to get somewhere, he does,

if he has to break
a neck doing it.

Somebody's crowdin' us, boys.

Spread 'em out, Big Fella!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Tim! Tim!

Zeke's coming into town.

Hyah!

That's where I stop,
stranger. Move up.

Sure, if you'll tell me
where the stable is.

What are you doing in Silverado
with a stage outfit?

Just told you,
lookin' for a livery stable.

Yeah? What else?

Silverado.

Yep, this is it.

Get down off that seat.

I said get down
off that seat.

What do you want?

What--?

Well, what's
the Foss Stage Company?

That's me.
President, secretary,

treasurer, and driver.

That's me, Tim Quong.

President,
secretary, treasurer,

and bartender at
Quicksilver Saloon. Hello.

Figure on settin' up
headquarters in Silverado, huh?

Maybe.
Well, I say you don't.

One line's all this town
can handle.

I don't know.

It's a free country.

There's not enough business
for two outfits.

Then maybe you'll telllle
where the stable is.

End of the street.

Beyond that, the road
leads ououof town.

Meaning I should take it?

Thank you, Miss.

Not much to worry about
from a rig like this, anyway.

Looks more like
a sideshow wagon.

When's the circus
coming to town, fella?

Soon as they find enough wind
to fill their balloonsns

From the looks of things,

they shouldn't have
too o ch trouble hereabouts.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Forget it.

Wait a minute.

I don't want to forget it.

Tell me,
you dye them horses

in the same tub
with a patchwork quilt?

All that color musttdazzle you.

What's the matter,
tongue-tied all of a sudden?

I'm only interested
in getting my horses fed.

Horses?

You call them horses?

That white one up there
looks more like a camel.

Big Fella?
Why, he'd run the legs off

any horsrsin this state
if I'd let him.

That's what you say.

I got $500 here says
my hitch can beat yours

to the crossroads and back.

I'm not a betting man.

You're so sure
your horse can win--

It's a mile to the crossroads.
His hitch'll never hold up.

Ten dollars of my money
says Zeke beats him.

How about it, stranger?

Easiest 500
you ever picked up.

Make that $437
and you got yourself a bet.

Well, happy day.

This gentleman here
can hold the stakes.

That's good enough for me.

Here you are, Tim. Hang on to
that. I'll be back for it later.

Are you ready?

Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!

Hyahah

Hyah!

Hyah!

I should like to wager
a pound on the stranger.

A pound? What's that?

Hyah! Come on!

Let's go, Big Fella!

You want to see
that newcomer

lose the works,
don't you, Jeannie?

What do you think, Doc?

Hyah!

Come on, boy!

Stretch 'em out, Big Fella!

Let's go!

Go, boys!
Go, Big Fella, go!

Come on, now!
Come on! Attaboy!

Come on! Hyah!

Come on!

Come on!

Let's go!

Hyah!

Take it easy, boy.

Did it hurt him much
to move him?

There was nothing
else to do.

How bad is he?

but it looks pretty hopeless.

You u n't mean that, Doc.

I'm afraid I do.

The leg's badly torn

where the lead shaft
went through.

There's only one thing
for you to do.

Shoot Big Fella?

Oh, I couldn't do that.

I'd as leave shoototyself.

You gotta think
of something, Doc. Anything.

Look, when you--
When you fixed my hand,

you didn't cut my arm off,
yoyopatched it up.

Can't you do as much
for Big Fella?

Well, I can keep on trying.

He's liable to suffer
a great deal for nothing.

You understand
I'm not a veterinary.

This is a little
out of my line.

I know, but I'm sure
he'd want you to try.

All right.

We've done all we can
for him tonight.

We'll see how his leg
looks in the morning.

Thanks, Doc.

I'll say this,
he's taking it like a champion.

Like the fella said,
the more I see of people,

the better I like horses.
Yeah.

Take it easy, Big Fella.
You're gonna be all right.

Yeah, Big Fella,

you're gonna be all right.

Coming?

No, I guess I'll bunk here.

Losing that bet cleaned me out.

I haven't even got money
to pay your bill.

Forget about my bill.

As for tonight, there's
an extra bed at my place.

Well, thanks.

Why are you doing
all this for me, Doc?

I like the way
you like horses.

Good night, Big Fella.

See you tomorrow.

Well, Mr. Foss...

The first name's Bill, Doc,

unless you want me
to call you Dr. Henderson.

Right. Bill.

Ooh, did I hurt you?

Better do it this way
for a while.

Whererdo you
hail from, Bill?

All over.

Name a state.

Drifter, eh?
Yeah.

Too bad you got that brand-new
stage all smashed up.

Well, I don'n'care
about that.

If Big Fella
pulls through,

I'll still
have my horses,

and they're
what count.

I can always buy
another coach,

if I get enough money.

Hold it, will you, Doc?

You're proud of that
whole string, aren't you?

If I could live on hay,
I'd eat with them.

Say, I've got some of
the finest wine here

from Napa Valley.

This'll make you sleep
a lot better.

Sit down.

How'd you come
to choose Silverado

as a place to start
a stage line?

I didn't't
That was Zeke's idea.

I was headed north
to Eureka.

Then why didn't you
say so?

My business
is my business, Doc,

not Zeke's
nor anybody else's.

That sideswiping was
no accident, was it, Bill?

Why do you say that?

I know Zeke Butler.
He's too good a stage driver.

No, it was no accident.

I thought so.

You let him
collect the bet.

Well, there was no proof.

No proof? You know
what happened.

You could punch it
out of his hide.

Maybe I...

Think I'll turn in.

You're not gonna let
that fella

make you crawl,
are you, Bill?

I just don't want
any trouble.

The Monk?

Operating again?

Well, Mr. McHugh,
are you sure?

Sure I'm sure.

Same description
according to my driver.

Took one of my gold shipments
less than two weeks ago.

How can I help you?

We're a long way
from your Last Dog mine.

That's w why I think
I can fool that bandit.

I'll send out
the next gold shipment

on a regular stage run
through Silverado.

As far as your driver
will know,

he'll only be picking up
a package of tools

to take from the mine
to Calistoga.

I'll have Zeke Butler
handle it.

If t that doesn't trk
the Monk...

I'll let you know when
a little later.

Good morning, Jeannie.
Good day, Mr. McHugh.

Good morning, Mr. Foss.

Sorry I had
to disappoint you

about taking that road
out of town.

I'd like to explain
about that.

Where can I find
Mr. Manning?

There is no Mr. Manning.

The sign outside
says "J. Manning."

I'm J. Manning.

You? You run this stage line,
a woman?

Business isn't exclusively
a man's work.

That explains a lot.

A lot of what?

Why you were so fired up to have
Zeke turn me out of my money.

Wouldn't you be, Mr. Foss?

I told you the truth
yesterday

when I said there wasn't
enough business

in this town
for two lines.

Naturally, I don't want
some rival company

cocoming in to try
to crowd me out.

My father left me
this company.

It's all I have.

It isn't always easy
to make it pay,

but it's my only
bread and butter.

And I intend to always
fight to keep it running.

I sure approve of the way
you do it too, Miss.

I'm not sorry
you lost your bet,

because you had
a fair chance,

but I am sorry
about your horse.

I can't understand how that
accident could have happened.

I'll just write it down
to experience.

What was it you wanted
to see me about, Mr. Foss?

Not a thing.
Yes, there was.

Bill's looking for a job.

Bill, Jeannie here's
one of our finest

and squarest girls
in Silverado.

One of the prettiest too.

I'm sure she's got
a job for you.

I'll find work.

Bill's still got five horses,
good ones too.

Why don't you put him on
hauling water

over at Squatter Flats?

Why, it's up to Mr. Foss.

So far, he hasn't
asked for a job.

That way you might make enough
money to pay me mymy bill.

Where do I start?

See Sam Perkins
at the livery stable.

He'll tell you what to do.

Much obliged, Miss Manning.
Thanks, Doc.

I can understand
his needing a job,

but he's about the most
unpleasant man I I've ever met.

Jeannie, you being the owner
of Silverado Express,

he got theherong
opinion of you.

You'll need to change it.

I'm not interested
in his opinion of me.

But I can't understand
how I let Zeke

talk to him
that way yesterday.

Well, even if Zeke
were rightht

Still, if I were a man, I'd--
I don't know, Jeannie.

He doesn't seem like
the kind that would back down.

Maybe he's got a particular
reason of his own

for not wanting trouble.

Did that bank draft of mine
come in this morning?

Yeah.
How do you want it?

The usual way.

How do you manage to spend
so much money, Doc?

The same old story,
Jeannie.

Wine, women, and song.

Tim Quong's fan-tan game.

Fleeces me all the time.

I hope you realize
you've been "fleeced"

quite a bit this month.

Jeannie,
you know everything.

Every time you get one of those
dividend checks,

the squatters from the Flats

start spending money
all over town.

Maybe they foun.

Maybe.

One that smokes a pipe.

Oh. Something about
that Bill Foss

I forgot to tell you,
Jeannie.

He never was going
into business in Silverado.

He was just passing through.

You know them squatters
will be sure glad

to get this water.

You know, most m m don't seem
to stick long on this job.

I guess I can stand it
if my horses can.

Well, good luck to you.

How's Big Fella
coming along, Doc?

I'm doing everything
I can for him, Bill.

I want you to quit acting
like an old brooding h h.

All right.
You're the doctor.

Yeah. See you tonight.

Boy, you s se look
natural walking.

Here. Buy yourself
a cold beer.

Yeah.
You'll need it

in Squatters Flats.

Hyah!

There you are, Lucy.

You're going to be
up and about in a few days.

Are you sure, Doctor?
Of course I am.

You don't need to worry.

She's going to be all right.

I want you to give her
plenty of water

and a tablespoonful of this
every four hours.

Yes, sir.

And just to take
the taste awayay

I want you to give her
one of these

after each dose.

I brought these
all the way

from San Francisco
for you.

Thank you.

Animalalrackers.

A horse.

Oh, I wish I had a horse.

Aren't you a little small
to ride a horse?

Not too small
for a small horse.

You be a good girl

and I'll come back
and see you real soon.

Thank you.

How are things, Will?

Oh, pretty bad.

And all that water
up by the Last Dog mine

just going t twaste.

If we could only
have irrigation, I--

You've got to be
patient, Will.

Maybe it'll
work itself out.

It'd have to be
a miracle.

Those happen too.

Take cararof yourself.
Thanks, Doc.

I don't know what
we'd do without you.

Oh, see here, Doc, you've done
enough for us. I can't...

Ah, you be quiet. This is just
a loan until things pick up.

God bless you.

Thanks.

Hiya, Doc.

Hello, Bill.

What are you doing
out here on the Flats?

The bulk of my practice
is over here.

How do these people expect
to farm this kind of country?

Well, I'll tell you, Bilil

they're a mighty
stubborn people.

They came out here
looking for gold,

ananwhen they didn't find it,
they reverted to type.

Most of them
were farmers back home.

They're trying
to set root again.

They sure picked some mighty
poor ground to set roots in.

Now, this is almost
as bad as desert country.

Well, it was the only
ground available to them.

The mining company
owns most of this.

If the mining company would only
invest a little money,

say, put in a dam
or an irrigation system.

Well, why don't they?

Well, McHugh
doesn't think that way.

Who's McHugh?

He's the owner
of the Last Dog mine.

You're sure interested
in helping these people.

I help thehe
very little.

About as little
as water would?

See you later, Doc.

Whoa!

Whoa.

That tree's been cut.

Maybe it's a---- Look!

We're surrounded.

A gold shipment.

Hyah!

How's Big Fella, Sam?

Appears like a mighty
sick horse to me.

Doc's in there now.

What's the matter
with him, Doc?

Infection.

Infection?

I hope he doesn't
get any worse, Bill.

Yahoo!o!

There goes Zeke again,
always in a roaring rush.

I'll need some
antiseptic, Bill.

While I'm getting things
ready,

maybe you'd better run over

to Tim Quong's
and get some whiskey.

It's the finest use
for alcohol I know.

Be right back,
Big Fella.

Of course you got to
give the Devil his due,

but if I'd have seen the pitch
a split second sooner,

the Monk would be layin'
up there now

wiwi the moonlight
shinin' through him.

Where was you, Jake?

Hmm? Oh, uh,
my gun ja--

Yeah, my gun jammed.

Just when I had him
dead to rights too.

Did he do any
shootin'?

Did d do
any shootin'?

Ho-ho-ho!

Did he do
any shooting?

Not after we told him
what we'd do

if he started
to throw lead.

Oh, we scared him
off good.

Yes, sir.
And that ain't all...

Seems to me
with you dead,

you couldn't
scare off flies.

Huh?
What I c c't figure out

is how he always knows
who's carrying gold shipments.

Maybe he's in cahoots
with some other fella.

We thought of that.

Only one man
held us up.

Where'd he jump you?

In the middle of Blue Gap.
That right?

Poof! Disappears into
the brush just like that.

If McHugh told m mI was
carrying the gold,

I'd be looking
for a trap.

And you can bet
your last double ned

I'd have him nailed
right now.

Couldn't see
his face, huh?

No.

Just his eyes.

That's funny,
I didn't see his eyes.

Did you hear about
the holdup, Bill?

I take it Zeke
ran into the Monon

Doc wants
a bottle of whiskey.

Big Fella's got
a bad infection

and he needs it
to clean the wound..

Oh, I'm very sorry.

Anything I can do,
Foss?

Don't t ow what.

Thanks.

Can I pay you
in a couple of days?

Don't worry about paying.

Sure is funny how
strangers and holdups

pop up around here
at theheame time.

Huh. Did you see that?

I'd hate to have a fellow look
at me like that and mean it.

He don't want
to tanane with me.

He proved that once already.

Hey.

Maybe you got something there.

Maybe I have
at that.

Hi, Mike.

Hi, Mike. How's everything
at the Last Dog mine?

Howdy, everybody.
Say, wasn't that

Bill Foss I juju saw
going out?

Yeah, that was him.
You know him?

Know him?
I'll say I do.

WeWe, I don't mean
personally, you understand,

but I was in Salt Lake
when he killed this man.

Bill Foss killed a man?

You sure you don't meann somebo?

Nosirree. Killed him
with his bare hands.

Hit this fella so hard,
he never come to.

Well, what for?

Well, nobody seemed
to rightly know.

They put him in
the popoy for a week,

but when they couldn't
prove the killing was,

uh, what do you call it,
premeditated,

they had to o t him go.

You're not making
a mistake, Mike?

Bill seems
a nice quiet fellow.

Oh, he's quiet,
all right.

Always was quiet.
That don't mean nothin'.

Not when he gets roused.

Say, you just watch out

when he starts
pushin' back his hat.

And you were gonna
tangle with him, Zeke.

So our quiet stranger's
a killer, huh?

Seems totoe
I once heard

that killin' and robbin'
goes together.

Yes, sir, killin'
and robbin' goes together.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

CoCome on.

You look all in, Doc.

You've hardly left
Big Fella's side for a week.

Maybe we ought to
do this later.

Nope, I've seen him
walk on his bad leg,

seen the muscle action.

I'm afraid he's gonna
get well, Bill.

You hear that, boy?

I feel as though
I were witnessing a miracle.

You are, thahanks to Doc.

And good luck.

And Big Boy's fighting spirit.

Better take him
on in, Bill.

We don't want to overdo
this exercise.

How soon can I take him
for a good run?

Time will tell.
And that's working for us now.

You hear that, boy?

Backck to bed.
Doctor's orders.

There's nothing so fine
as a fine bit of horseflesh.

Or a man
who appreciates it.

I think it's wonderful
about Big Fella.

SoSo do I.

Bill, I've been wanting
to talk to you.

Yeah, any complaints?
No.

If you'd make an effortt
to be a little more friendly,

people might
do the same for you.

My, you're a talkative
one, aren't you?

I like to be friendly.
With your horse.

Doc told me about
the mistake I made,

that you'd planned
your stage line up north.

I'm sorry I jumped
to conclusions.

Well, that's all in the past,
Miss Manning.

I'm usually called Jeannie.

There's something else.

You must know
that people have been

saying a lot of rotten things
about you around this town.

Like I'm the Monk

or his partner?

Yeah.

Well, what do you thini?
You could be.

But I don't believe it.
Thanks.

They're also talking about
how you killed a man.

Yeah, I know.

Did you?

Yes.

Why?

How could you hate
anybody that much?

Look, you believe
I'm not the Monk.

Would you believe
something else?

Yeah.
I didn't hate him.

I I never saw him
before in my life.

He was a drunken
section hand

beating up on
an old drink moocher

in a Salt Lake saloon.

I stepped in, there was a fight,
and I I t him...

Too hard.

That's all.

Now I can understand why you let
Zeke bully you so much.

Unless I have to, I don't want
to fight with anybody again.

As for Zeke,
he doesn't bother me.

I'll be drifting
pretty soon.

As soon as Big Fella's
up to it.

What'll you do?

I'm a stage driver,
not a tank toter.

I'm gonna start
another stagecoach

on the daily run
for the rest of the summer.

How'd you like
to drive it for me?

A lot of people around here
wouldn't like that.

ItIt my business,
not theirs.

The point is,
would you like it?

I'd like nothing better.

Then it's all settled.

YoYo first run will be to drive
me over to Squatters Flats.

Doc's giving a birthday
party for Lucy next Sunday.

Well?
You're wrong, Zeke.

Bill Foss
can't be the Monk.

HoHodo you mean,
"can't be"?

Did you talk with him?
Yes.

Yes. He's not
that kind of a man.

How do you know?

I just know, that's all.

The way he acts.

A woman can sense
those things.

He's too real.

Fine. Great.

Some fellas can soft-soap
a gal into thinking anything.

Even like thinking
they're falling for them.

Don't be as stupid
as you sound.

Are you trying to rawhide me?
I'm not.

You remembered
Foss came into the office

the day McHugh was making a deal
for you to haul his gold.

He could have heard d erything.
I don't know.

Well, say it
a little softer!

Everything about him'.

I'm gonna prove
he's the Monk, Jeannie.

I say get rid of him.

Sooner or later,r, .

Get rid of him?

I just hired him today

to drive the extra stage
this summer.

You... You what?

Better get your horses
ready, Z Ze.

Your stage leaves
in half an hour.

You'll find out
who's right.

Sure a strange-looking
assortment of animals.

Where'd you get them?

I drove the whole West
to find this hitch.

The e rfect hitch.

From the Superstition
Mountains to the Sierras.

I named them
from where I found them.

The wheelers there
are Big and Little Nevada.

The stringers
are Utah and Arizona.

The leaders--
On this side is Oregon,

and, of course, Big Fella in
place of that brown mare there.

They seem to know
beforehand

just exactly what
you want them to do.

I'm whispering to them
all the time,

through these.

I notice you don't
even use a whihi

I don't need to.

You're a better stage driver
than I thought you were.

Of course, handling a six-up
isn't all a light touch.

It takes a lot of experience

and a pair of good
strong hands at times too.

Oh, I don't know.
It looks simple.

It's no job for a woman.

I bet I can do it.

You?

Why, the minute
they got their heads,

you'd never be able
to pull them in.

Let me try.

Whoa.

Slide over.
They're all yours.

This ought to be
educational.

But don't try
and get fancy, now.

Hyah!

Whoa!

Did I do all right
for a woman?

Lady, you do all right
for a man.

Dad taught me how to handle
my f fst six-up when I was 10.

Come on, Oregon.

Bill.

I don't know how
he got out of the corral,

but I should have known
he'd join us on the road.

Come on, folks!
Come on, children!

Come on.

Just gather around.
Come on.

Hi, Tim.

All right, Will.

Lucy!

Today is L Ly's
birthday.

Then I'm gonna
sing her a song.

Oh, boy!
Ohh!

Happy birthday, Lucy.

Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Lucy.

A doll!

Oh, thank you,
Mr. Bill.

Oh, thank you, Miss Jeannie.

Happy birthday, Lucy.

Oh, thank you,
Mr. Stevenson.

Now, why didn't I ever
know this was your birthday?

Oh, yes, you did.

Daddy said you told
everybody here.

That's why there's
a party.

He did, did he?

Well, let's have a talk
with your daddy.

Silverado Express
is arriving right on time!

Hyah!

Comin' right up, Doc.

Stand back, everybody.
Just stand back.

There's lots of room.

There he is, Doc.

Happy birthday, Lucy.
Oh, thank you! Oh!

Ain't he pretty?

Birthday cake.

He's beautiful! Oh!

Come on, Lucy,
you better let me

lead you around
for a little while

till you get used to it.
Giddy-up.

Thatatas sure
nice of you, Doc.

Burned myself.
Doc.

You've made her the happiest
child in the world today,

and all I can offer
is this...

This earth that won't even
grow her bread.

But it soon will,
Mr. Clayton.

Not without water.

That's one of the reasons
Doc wanted you all here today.

Better tell them, Doc.
Oh, it's not important. I...

I made some inquiries
in San Francisco

about the cost of putting in
a dam and an irrigation outfit.

It would c ct
a lot of money.

So I took the proposition
to McHugh who owns the mine,

and he finally agreed
to put up half the money

if we put up the rest.

But where are we gonna
get thth kind of money?

Well, I've arranged to get
enough to match McHugh's half.

It's sort of a loan.

Doc! You don't know...

Come on, folks,
get your birthday cake.

Birthday cake.

Birthday cake, everybody.
Birthday cake.

I guess I'll call him
Little Fella

on account of he's
not as big as Big Fella.

Daddy says
when I grow up

I can have a whole
herd of horses.

I'll have a black one
and a white one

and one with spots
and mamae a brown one.

Of course, that's
if I'm a good girl.

Of course I'll be
a good girl.

Who wouldn't for
something like that?

Did your father
ever tell you

that part of being
a good girl

is nototo talk more
than a mile a minute?

Yes, he told me that
lots of times.

I do talk too much,
don't I?

But do you know
why that is?

It's because I'm a woman.

Lucy.

I think you two
want to be alone.

No, not at a a.
Oh, yes, you do.

I don't have to be
kicked by a mule

to know when a fella wants
to be alone with his girl.

Hey, now,
wait a minute.

Me and Little Fella will go
over and see Big Fella.

They won't mind
my talking.

Come on.

Fresh little monkey.

That's talk.

You like children,
don't you, Bill?

Yeah. And horses
and dogs.

You're a man
who should settle down.

Nah, not me.
I'm a drifter.

And yet you want to start
a stage line.

Wellllthat's different.
You're still moving.

And until there's a pretty big
reason to stop,

why, there's more excitemen.

Excitement.

Well, now,w,ain't this cozy.

What's on your mind,
Zeke?

Too bad there ain't
one of the artist fellas here

to takakyour picture.
Understand you've been promoted

to driving the extra
stage this summer.

Anything wrong with itt
Well, I don't know.

Trusting our outfit to the first
hair pounder that comes along

seems like mighty
risky business.

Might never see it again.

Zeke.

For a fiddle foot, you're comin'
up mighty fast in life.

Guess maybe your takin'
a shine to Jeannie h he

gives you the idea
she's gonna shine back, huh?

You better go now.

I ain't takin' back a thing
I said about you, Foss.

A lot of other people in this
town feel the same way.

About the best advice
I can give you, Zeke,

is to put a clothespin
on that tongue of yours,

till you get some proof to back
up what you've been saying.

Heh-heh. That's just
what I aim to get, proof.

I'm sorry, Bill.

All that talk of Zeke's

about the Monk
having a partner.

Maybe he does
have a partner.

Well, that's Zeke's claim.

You know,
have you ever noticed

how a person
with a guilty conscience

is always quick
to accuse somebody else?

You don't mean you think Zeke
had anything to do with Monk?

He's never done
anything dishonest.

No, not that you know of.

Jeannie, on that next
gold shipment,

why don't you tell Z Ze
that I'm carrying it

and then slip it on his coach
without him knowing it.

If you were robbeded
that would mean that Zeke

had passed the word on
to the Monk.

That's right, Jeannie,
but we've both gotta know.

My gracious,
I can't figure out

what a fella has to talk so long
about with his girl.

Believe me,
if I had me a fella,

I wouldn't know what to say
just sittin' talkin'.

But if you two
think it's fun,

it's none
of my business.

Ho!

I don't go for it. I'm the head
driver in this company.

You're letting a greenhorn
like Foss haul the gold?

You didn't do any too well
that last trip.

I still say you're taking
chances, Jeannie.

Figure it out yourself,
Zeke.

The Monk would expect you
to carry the gold.

He'd never suspect I'd entrust
it to a new driver like Bill.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe when
you put it like ththa,

you got something.
You might be right.

Well, what are we waitin' on?
Let's get started.

Everything's all ready, Zeke.
You can lead off.

Lead off, nothin'. I'm driving
behind Foss to make sure

he don't get rid of Jake and
just hand the gold to the Monk.

Good luck, Bill.

Don't get yourself shot.
Not if I can help it.

Come on, Foss,
I'm waitin' on ya!

Yessiree Bob,
I'd like to get me

one more good look
at that Monk, I would.

I'd fill him
so full of holes,

you'd have to cacarry m
around in a pail,

a tin pail.

The Monk ain't gonna
pull no more shenanigans

on Jake Willis, he ain't.
No, sir,

this time
I'm gonna outfox him.

What are you
waitin' on, Foss? Get goin'!

I said this time
I'm gonna outfox him.

What are you
slowin' dodown f?

Thought I'd give you a chance
to use that shotgun on the Monk.

Oh, now, look here, Bill,
don't go lookin' for troroub.

Just let it come natural
if it has to.

Yeah, but think what a hero
you'll be if you shohoot the Mo.

I ain't aimin'
to be no hero.

I'm just here to see to see
that this gold gets ththrou.

I hope.

Ahh!

What are you stoppin' for?
You tryin' to get held up?

If you're in such
a hurry, pass me..

I'm here
to see that the gold

you're carrying gets though.
Now get movin'.

All right, you won't'tove,
then I'll help you move.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Watch out for his feet, Zeke.

Ooh, ooh, look out!
Ooh!

Well, I got him in the shoulder
the first time.

Ha-ha!
Whatat I tell you I'd do

if I ever got
another look at him?

I wonder how come he knew I was
carrying that gold

when I didn't know it
myself.

And just like it's happened
every other time,

there he is with that
carbine all of a sudden

popping up out of nowhere.
He popped up!!

Any chance of tracing him
by this?

Not much, Mr. Hatfield. There's
one every other household.

Tell him how I plugged the Monk
with my .44 and saved the gold.

Yessiree Bob, I hit him
right in the left shoulder,

and if I hadn't
run out of lead,

why, I'd have blowed him
to come next Tuesday.

We appreciate
your quick thinking

and your courage,
Mr. Willis.

As Mr. McHugh's mine manager,
I'll see that you're rewarded.

Thank you kindly,
Mr. Hatfield. Thank you kindly.

Is that the way it hapapned,
Bill?

Yeah.

I'd like to know
how the Monk knew

I was carrying the gold?

I'll ask the questions,
Zeke.

Jeannie,
how many people knew

you were switching that gold
to fool the Monk?

Not very many.

Well, how many?

Only myself
and one other person.

That wouldn't be
Bill Foss, would it?

Yes, it would.

Whose idea was it,
Jeannie?

It was--
It was Bill's.

There you are, as plain
as the nose on a goat.

Maybe he ain't the Monk,
but t 's in business with him.

Would I be dumb enough to have
the Monk rob your coach

knowing it'd
look like I told him?

Now, that wasn't dumb.

That was real smart.

Sure, you wanted
to keep behind me

so you could keep Jake
from shooting the Monk.

That way you'd make sure
he got the gold

and you could skip
the country with him.

Yeah, that t unds right!

You bet I have.
A brainy fella

like the Monk
would be smart enough

to clear out
before it was too late.

Make him tell
who the Monk is!

I'm the one in charge here,
Zeke. I'll do the talking.

Yeah, and that's all
you are doing.

All you do is sie

down in Calistoga
the whole year-round

and never come near
Silverado.

So, what are you
butting in now for?

I've had men
searching for weeks.

It took us
to get a lead on the Monk.

Why don't you
lelee us alone.

We can handle this
our way.

I've warned you...
Rest your fritter.

Keep him covered.

Just a minute.
Now, listen to me.

Speak up! Are you gonna tell us
who the Monk is or not?

I can't tell you
what I don't know.

That's a lot of corral dust.
Start talkin'!

Turn around now, please,
all of you.

And release Bill Foss
and stand aside.

Well, I'll be
a black-eyed baby bear.

Don't laugh, Zeke.

I'm rather a good
marksman.

And you, Jake, return
the sheriff's pistol, please.

Splendid.

Now we can all calm down
and be quiet.

I'll take it from here,
Mr. Stevenenn.

If you don't mind,
Mr. Sheriff,

I should like to point out
pertinent facts

to Zeke and his friends.s.A,

if you're thinking of
placing Bill under arrest.

He certainly is
going to arrest him.

There isiso proof of his guilt.

What? How come he knew
the gold was in the coach?

That isn't proof,
merely grounds for suspicion.

For instance,
aren't you forgetting

that Jeannie knew
about the gold too?

Why aren't you
accusing her?

What are you drivin' at?

Only that Jeannie would
profit just as much

by b bng in league with the Monk
as anyone else.

You don't mean that,
Mr. Stevenson?

Jeannie wouldn't have
any part of such a thing.

Besides,
there's no proof.

No. No more than there is
against Bill.

But it is a possibility.

Yes, it is a possibility.

Mr. Stevenson knows
it isn't the truth.

He's only trying to keep you all
from jumping to conclusions.

That's right, Jeannie.

So before you start accusing
Bill or anyone e ee,

I suggest that you find
a man who's been shot.

Findnd man
with a wounded arm

and see what he has to say.

That's a very sensible idea,
I reckon.

Thank you.

Maybe we ought to
ease up a while.

We'll find the Monk,
all right.

We'll finish up
this business quick

no matter who's
mixed up in it.

You fellas
clear out of here.

I ouout to
run you all in.

Come on, get going.
Let's go.

I still think you fit in
someplace, Foss.

You bet he does Mr. Hatfield,
right up to here.

And I'll tell you
something, Foss.

You're only free until I cananet
enough evidence to hang you.

Yeah, right up to here.

Don't let me catch you
leaving town, Foss.

Thanks, Jeannie,

for backing up Mr. Stevenson.

Things might have been
pretty rough.

Yes.

Wait a minute.

You...
You're not believing

all those crazy
things Zeke said?

I'm not sure what
to believe anymore.

I know it's a pretty big shock

to discover
you've mistrusted someone.

And I know I didn't
tell anyone about ththgold.

No, of course not.

I admit the evidence against me
is pretty damaging.

Yes, it is.

A unique and dangerous
experience....

holding a roomful
of ruffians at bay.

You know, without
a loloed firearm,

I never should have
had the nerve.

What's so funny?

That's my shotgun.

I left it for Jake
to fix.

The trigger's broken.

It won't shoot.

Hello, Bill.

I was just stirring up the fire
a little to take the chill off.

Did you hear about
the Monk today?

Yes.

This afternoon while I was
making some calls

over on the Flats.

I got to
clear this up, Doc.

I got to find out who's pulling
those Monk holdups.

Outside of a few exceptions,

the whole town's ready to string
me up to the nearest tree.

Even Jeannie's
not sure about me.

Jeannie too?

I didn't realize
it was that serious.

Well, I guess I can't
blame her

for the way
she feels about me.

Doc.

If the Monk was hurt
bad enough,

he'd try to get to a doctor,
wouldn't he?

Yes, I suppose he would.

Where is
the nearest doctor?

Outside of you?

Calistoga, I believe.

That's pretty far.

You haven't had anyone
in here today,

anyone who'd been shot,
have you, Doc?

Is there anything that
makes you think I have?

Yeah.

A sleeve burning in the stove.

A sleeve with blood on it.

I took that out of a man's
shoulder a little while ago.

Did you know the man?

Yes, I knew hihim.

Who was he?
I'd rather not tell.

You can't cover for anybody,
Doc. You got to tell.

Yes, you're right.

I can't keep it
a secret any longer.

If you hadn't
seen that sleeve,

I might have bluffed it out
until I could get away.

You? The Monk?

Yes.

And I never had
a partner, Bill.

I always worked alone.

How did you know about
the gold shipments?

There are always ways.

The time before this,
I seen McHugh come into town.

It was just a guess that the
business between him and Jeannie

was about shipments
of gold.

Yeah, but about today...
Nobody but Jeannie and I knew.

Yes, there was another.

A little friend of mine
overheard yoyou and Jeannie

talking at the Clayton
party.

Lucy.

You know how
she likes to prattle.

But why did you
do it, Doc?

Why did you do
all this?

Why?

The Monk idea came to me

after I started working
with those outcaststs,

the squatters,

the remnants of those
who came seeking gold.

You know them.
Will Clayton, Lucy, the rest.

But everybody thought
you had your own incnco.

Only my story.

That money that came
from San Francisco,

that was gold
I had stolen.

I had it converted
into bank drafts.

Well, what about the money
you promised for the dam?

I hoped to get that
from the robbery today.

Nobody ever fixed a wrong
with another wrong, Doc.

No.

I always felt that money would
help those squatters

to get along until
they could get water.

Now...

Would you care to go with me
while I give myself up?

I'd better get going myself.

Wait a minute, Doc.

We gotta think
this thing out.

No, I've made up my mind.

I want to get it
over with quickly.

I've hurt you enough,
Bill.

Zeke's got this town stirred
into a lynching mood.

He's planning
a big manhunt.

They're all friends of mine.

They wouldn't do anything
violent.t.

Wouldn't they?

I've seen things happen
like this before.

A man can be
your lifelong neighbor,

but as soon as you're wanted,
you're fair game

for even your best friend.
You know that.

Why don't t you wait
till the town quiets?

No, I'm turning myself
in tonight.

Sorry, Doc,
but I won't let you.

You can't stop me.

Come in.

Hello, Zeke.

Listen, Doc,
Hatfield and I

are not waiting
for that sheriff any longer.

We're forming
a posse tonight.

You want to join?
I'm glad you dropped in, Zeke.

I have something important
I want to tell you.

Oh, no, you haven't.

Why you dirty,
yellow backstabber.

Hittin' Doc, an old man.

This is what we finish
what we started today.

It's Zeke!
It's Bill Foss!

They're killing each other!

Grab him, boys!
He just knocked the Doc cold.

Knock his head off!

This time you're gonna get
what's coming to you.

Anybody who hit Doc
ought to be strung up.

Let's get a rope, men.

We'll make him admit
he's the Monk's partner.

They're fetching a rope.
They caught the Monk's partner.

Did you hear that, Tim?
They got the Monk.

Did you hear that,
Mr. Stevenson?

Somebody fetch a rope.
We g g the Monk's partner.

Hey, Tim, they got the Monk.

All right,
let's get out of here.

Do you realize
what's happened?

These people have gone wild.
They'll kill him.

You've butted in
for the last time, Stevenson.

You're not gonna
stop us again.

Get out of here.
Where's that rope?

Stop!

Stop it, I say!

Listen, you people.
Stop it!

Listen to what
I have to say.

I want no violence.

Please, no violence.

Can you hear me?

He beat you up, didn't he?

The fight was between
Bill and me.

He didn't hurt me.

It doesn't concern you.

You mean...

you don't want
nothin' done with him?

No. Let him alone.

What'd he hit you for, Doc?

It was a private matter.

What was you
about to tell me

when this fist-slinger
slugged you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Please forget it.
Go to your homes.

Maybe the Doc's
willing to forget,

but the rest
of this town won't.

That goes for me too.

Come on, boys.

Jeannie...

You hit Doc.

And Doc was big enough
to save you.

I began to have doubts
about you this afternoon,

bubuI haven't got them
anymore now.

You're a man
who's capable of anything.

You... Y Y don't mean
you think I...

I only wish
you'd followed my advice

the first day
you came here,

and taken that road
out of town.

Sorry I had to hit you, Doc.

We better clean up those cuts.
SiSidown.

I'm glad
you used your head.

What do you think
I should do?

I don't know.

You could leave
the country, I guess.

That wouldn't
exonerate you.

Besides, I'm'mired.

I don't want to run away.

I'd rather stay and fafa
whatever I have to.

Doc, give me at least
until tomorrow night.

Maybe I can help you.

How?

Well, I could...

see McHugh at the mine.

He's the only one
you ever robbed.

He might listen
to reason.

You'd be wasting
your time.

I know McHugug

You'll find
no mercy there.

I don't know.
I'm a pretty good horse trader.

Maybe I could find
something to swap.

Why are you doing
all this for me, Bill?

I like the way
you like horses.

Say thatat aga.

I said I could turn
the Monk over to you personally.

In return for what?
Depends how bad you want him.

Several things, maybe.

One, since he never
robbed anyone else,

a word from you could get him
a light sentence

when it comes to trial.
Show the Monk leleniency

after all the trouble
he's caused?

When we nail the Monk, he gets
all that's coming to him.

He's never killed,
never shot anyone.

Only because the drivers were
thinking of their own skins.

You don't know the man
like I do.

Like maybe you know
your own self, eh, Foss?

If I were the Monk,
would I be here?

The guard shot him,
remember?

If you're not interested
in the man, I might as well go.

Sure I'm interested.

I just don't like making
deals with thieves.

What's the price?

Price? Your company
owns Squatters Flats.

You know as well as I do
that a dam

and an irrigation system
would help.

That's all settled.

Dr. Henderson is matching

my half of the investment.

No, he's not. The doc made some
bad investments.

His outside income
has been cut off.

So... What's this
got to do with the Monk?

If you'll put up all the money
for that dam now,

I'll turn ththe Monk
over today.

What if you can't?
I will.

All right, Foss,
but I warn you.

You fail to come through
anand we'll have enough on u

to lock you up instead.

The way
the town's stirred up,

he can't show himself
in Silverado.

But if you'll get a marshal,

I'll meet you in Calistoga
with the Monk by sundown.

I'll be there.e. Just bringn
the Monk, dead or alive.

By the way, McHugh, the Monk
wants all this in writing,

just in case
of a nasty accident.

Ah, if the Monk's
hiding out in these e hills,

he must have turned
into a mole.

Who's that?

Ain't none of our bunch.

Hello!

Hey, you!

Hello!

I guess we lost him, men.

Did Bill Foss say
where he was going?

He's got a horse
that was hurt..

All I know is he said
he was taking him

for a short ride
in order to loosen up his leg.

Put a lock on the corral
as soon as we leave

and another one
on the stable.

Outside of Zeke's
stage hitch,

I don't want another horse
leaving Silverado today.y.

Yes, Sheriff.
And if Foss shows up,

see that he sticks around
till I get back.

Use your gun if you have to.
You're a deputy.

Okay, Sheriff.
Come on, boys.

Hello, Bill.

Know the sheriff's
been looking for you?

He's not the only one.
Where's Doc?

I don't know. He left here
about an hour ago.
What?

He asked me
to give you this.

Anything wrong?

Doc won't be back.

He left the Monk's
confession.

Doc... Doc is the Monk?

Why, it's incredible.

The best friend
I ever had.

"What lies within
the heart of a man

is sometimes hard
to understand."

Whoa. Whoa.

Bill, Doc may be in danger.
Why?

Zeke's been spreading
word around

that his stage for Calistoga
is carrying gold today.

Did Doc know that?
Oh, he must have.

Hyah!

If that's where he's gone,
they'll kill him

without giving him
a chance to talk,

without knowing
who he is.

What are you going to do?
I've got to stop him.

They'll stop you first, lad.

The posse wiwi be
watching Zeke's coach.

They think
I'm on horseback.

If I could get my coach
on the road ahead of Zeke's...

I'll get Big Fella.

Meet me in the livery
stable right away.

I'm a-tellin' you,
the sheriff said

no horse nor you either
are leaving here today.

You're breakin' the law!
The law's been broken.

I was on your side once,
but now I'm...

All right, Sam,
get going.

But...
Go on, get goin'.

Oh, shucks.

I'll take care
of your gun for you.u.

Bill, if they recognize
you, they'll shoot you.

That's'sy coach.
Unhitch those horses.

When we get back.

I suppose you think
you're going out

to try to save your
friend the Monk.

Our friend the Monk,
Jeannie.

The Monk is Doc Henderson.

I don't believe you.

Say, you can be of help
to us here.

What--?
Let me out of here.

Bill Foss,
what are you doing?

Spread out, boys!

Quiet. Read that.

Bill, Doc.

I can't believe it.

Zeke's trap!

We can save Doc if we can reach
him before the others.

Seeing you here,
the posse won't stop us.

We've got to reach him
first, Bill.

Faster, boys, faster!

Stretch, Big Fella,
stretch 'em out!

Come on, boy, come on!

What in thunder?

Hey, it's Jeannie
and Foss!

Come on!

They're gonna pass.

Hyah, boys! Stretch!

Yeah,
they're gonna pass!

Hey, let's go there!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

That's goin', Big Fella.

Come on, Oregon!
Come on, Utah!

That's the wrong stage, men.

Doc.

I wasn't expectiti you, Bill.

They've set a trap for you.
Come on.

No. Drive on,

so you won't
get caught in it.

Get in, Doc, please!

You have my confession.
It clears you.

I change my mind.
I'm not giving up.

I had to take
this last chance, Bill,

to get that money
for the dam.

The squatters will have their
dam, paid for by McHugh,

if you'll surrender to him
in Calistoga by sundown.

I've got it in writing.

You have?
In writing?

Come on.

All right, Bill.

Hurry, Doc!

Stay where you are!

Well, boys,

looks like we done it up
all brown and tasty.

Come on, stick 'em high,
all of you.

You up there, get down.

I told you my plan
woululwork.

We got the Monk
this time, all right.

Zeke, listen.

How could you,
of all people,

let him finagle you
into riding out

so he could join up
and save the Monk?

Foss, you ain't got
the doc around this time

to talk you out of trouble.

Now let's see what
the mighty Monk looks like.

Drop your gun, Zeke.

Also the rest of you.

Doc.

Yeah, Doc.

Back up, all of you.

Get in the coach,
Jeannie.

You still have that
message I left, Bill?

Yeah.
Give it to Zeke.

Then get
your horses moving.

We gotta k kp that appointment
in Calistoga.

Oh, Doc.

It's all right, Jeannie.

It's better thth way,
out in the air.

Those jails are confining,

unhealthy.

I don't think McHugh will care
what condition I'm in,

just so I get there.

My friends will
get their water.

Better tell Big Fella

to stretch those legs
out, Bill.

We don't want to be late.

I can't believe it.

Doc was one of the finest
memeI ever knew.

Happy days!
Good luck, Jeannie!

Happy days!

Good luck to you,
Jeannie!

Say hello to San Francncco.

May the gods bless you
with boys!

If you have any trouble with
that big baboon, let me know!

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Ahh!

Just a minutut Foss.
I want to see you.

What about?
I got something for you.

This.

What's this?
$437.

Wedding present.

And I got another 100
sasa my hitch

can outrun that string
of misfits of yours any day.

I'll race you now from here
to the crossroads for it.

Mister, I just got married,

and me and my horses
have sproutetewings.

You got yourself a bet.

All right, thehe you are.

You hold the stakes.

Tim, give us
a starting signal.

With exceeding pleasure.

Are you ready?

Let 'er go, Tim.

Hyah!

Come on, get going!

I bet Mr. Stevenson
a pound of something on this.

Hey! You got
the brake on.

You got the brake on!

So I have.
Now, how did I

come to forget
a thing like that?

I can't seem
totoet it loose here.

I'll help you.
Come on.

I must be getting
plumb feeble-minded

to do a thing like that.

Now, you quit your
plaguin' me, Zeke.

I found my story in Silverado.

I saw its beginning,
and I saw its growth.

As all men must, he paid
the penalty for his crime.

But we cannot condemn him
too harshly,

for above all laws

he held the welfare
of his fellow man.