All language subtitles for Proud.Men.1987.1080p.BluRay.x264-GAZER.eng

- You hush.

- Ain't a cow dog, that's
a whore dog, Charley.

- That's my dog, don't embarrass him.

See you got yourself
another orphan there?

- Looks to me like I got
myself a bunch of bankers.

- What'd he mean by that?

Means get to work.

- Breakfast is cold.

You could have let Brian play nursemaid.

- Had to get that calf started.

- Are we gonna talk about it, or not?

- What am I supposed to say?

- I'm your wife.

- It's a hell of a place.

You're never gonna get out of it alive.

Overseas
operator, may I help you?

Yes, I need to talk to Paris.

Just a moment, please.

- Hello?

Oui.

Maman!

Charles is not at home right now.

What is the matter?

Rene!

Papa!

Hey.

The good guy has his problems?

- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.

- Finally, some money.

Once again, they threw away my best stuff,

but this is good enough for
celebration, don't you think?

I've even gonna pay back your family.

With the...

Where is the damn corkscrew?

- I said your father is dying.

- I heard you.

- Charles, it has been 15 years.

If there was ever a reason to
go back, I think it is now.

- Charley!

- Mom?

Mom, let go so I can look at you.

- I thought I'd never see you again.

- Yeah, well, I'm here.

- Yes, you are.

All right, now let's get
you out to the ranch.

- How's Dad?

- He's waiting at home.

- Is he in bed?

- No, it hasn't got to that, not yet.

It's just that I wanted you here, you see?

They say it could be any
time now, they can't be sure.

He doesn't want anyone to know about this.

- Okay, Ma, I understand.

Brian.

- Brian drove me, that long ride to town.

It isn't as easy for me as it used to be.

- How are ya?

- Just fine, just fine.

- It's been a long time.

- Yes, it has.

Well, that all your stuff there?

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- He's been a real help to us.

- You old outlaw! How'd you
get back in the country?

Hello, Homer.

You still got it.

Yeah.

- Hello, Dad.

- Hello, Charley.

- I'm glad to be back.

- You look in good health.

- You look just fine.

- Charley, Jr., this is Abner.
- He's new since you left.

- Heard about you.

- Oh, I bet.

- You want me to take his bags in?

- I'll get it.

- Abner had no call to be rude.

- That's just his way.

I'll get some more welding
rods from the barn.

- Charley! Now you can
spare a minute to visit.

I've made some fresh ice
cream, your favorite.

I don't expect
this is any easier for you

than it is for me.

Probably not.

15 years, still ashamed.

- Ashamed, of what?

- FBI man comes to my
house, dead of night.

- Charley, that was years ago!

- Was I hiding him, he
asked me, hiding you!

- I didn't hide. I
walked away, big as day.

- When you called me
from Paris, I told you,

"You break the law, don't
come runnin' back to me."

- Yeah, that's about the last place-

- You cut and run!

- My, aren't you well turned out!

- I can't believe you
saved all this stuff.

You know, this is the in
thing in Paris right now.

- It's the in thing here too. Here.

- Here.

No, come on. What's this?

- Scotch.

- If I read between the
lines of Adrienne's letters,

you drink too much.

- Oh, Mom, I'm 38 years old.
- Quit acting like my mother.

- I am your mother.

- It's for Dad.

It's his favorite brand.

The whole world's getting over Vietnam.

Why the hell can't he?

- You need to give your father some time.

- I thought that's what we were short of.

That looks great, Ma.

Try some.

- See you built a new barn.

Yeah.

Homer's still tryin' to keep
that old tractor goin'?

- Oh, yeah.

- How's beef?

- Up a little.

Yeah. Yup.

Yeah.

- We're gonna eat just now.

Grace, Charley.

- Dear, God, we thank you for your bounty

and the freedom we all enjoy,

and the men who paid for it, amen.

- Dear, would you please cut the roast?

- Look, in World War II,
I had buddies who died

so we could all sit here and eat supper.

- I had buddies who just died.

I didn't come 6,000
miles to talk politics.

- What did he come for?

- To be with you.

- I am not a charity case.

- Fine.

- Look, I figured I'd be
dead inside of six months,

but before you get all choked up-

- Don't worry, I've got a
ticket that says I'm gone

inside of three weeks.

- Please, will you two stop this?

You can't hate each other so much.

- Hate him?

I don't know you.

When you were that high, I taught you

if there's any quit in you, you
can't reach, you can't live.

I don't know what that boy grew into.

- Your son.

- I've got no son.

- You mean to tell me that
he's chasin' wild steer

out in the back of the yard?

You know, one of the big-horned monsters

that had a couple of years to go crazy?

Get off of there!

Count on someone like
Charley, Jr. to?

- Why don't you lay off him?

And all them boys.

- Don't give me crap. A
leopard don't change his spots.

Brian says Charley, Jr.'s a
traitor, so I figure he is.

- Hold on.

He got that graded Silver
Star, for God's sake.

- Yeah, with white feather
for high-tailin' it.

That's what I call a traitor.

- He went AWOL, absent without
leave when he was on R and R.

Now, that ain't good, but
that don't make him a traitor.

Traitor's somebody that helps the enemy.

- What does a deserter do?

Hell, we're all traitors.
Ain't that right, Brian?

- Wanna talk to you about some
extra hands for the roundup.

- Abner, you jabber too dang much.

- I'll go into town tomorrow
and put my ear to the ground,

see who's available.

Don't want any drugstore cowboys.

- Nope.

- When you wanna start?

- End of the week.

Same wage as before, 35 a day?

- I'll be broke by summer.

- You always say that, Charley.

- Ever tell you about my granddad,

built this place, what
happened winter of aught-eight?

Only about 100 times.

- My dad, how he fought to
hang on, drought in '33.

Just about as many.

- They gave me a gift, Brian.

I always figured I'd
add on to it some way.

- Well, Charley, you
electrified the boar holes,

you put in all that fencin',

brought in that fancy account last year.

They'd roll
over in their graves.

I wonder lately if it's worthwhile.

- Course it is.

- Man's gotta have a legacy,

something he can pass on.

You understand what I'm tellin' you?

- Yes, sir, I think I do.

- Nell Harris.

Look at you!

Oh, look at you.

- You look just fine.

- Charley, Jr.

Oh, come on, sit down. Just
tell me what you're gonna have.

- Well, how 'bout a couple of drinks?

And champagne for the house, you name it.

- I'm on duty here!

- Well, listen, we gotta talk.
- What have you been up to?

Oh, I've been up to this, that.

- Did you get married
again? You got more kids?

- My daughter's up there at the JC.

- Oh, she can't be that old.

Charley!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, she would be that old,

- wouldn't she?
- I'm afraid so.

- What about marriage?

Marriage, it's like divorce,
Just a piece of paper.

How 'bout you?

- Yeah.

- Well, good to have you back.

Now, come on and sit down, tell me what

- you're gonna have!
- No, no, no, wait,

I wanna talk to you.

- I can't.

- Okay, I tell you what,

bring me the City Cafe's famous
double chili cheeseburger,

hold the onions, and a beer.

I'm gonna stay right over
here until your shift's over.

- Bottle or can?

- Well, you choose, madam.

- Bottle always sounds better

when you chuck it out the window.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- I'll give him nothin'.

That's what on the menu
for yellow-bellies.

- All right, fine, then I'm
gonna walk right outta here.

And in exactly 22 minutes,

you're gonna be dealin' with
a tour bus full of people

who've been ripped off
at the Gila monster farm.

Hell.

- Couple of beers. All right with you?

Sure.

- Look at this.

I've forgotten what great
atmosphere this place has.

- You must be kiddin'.

- No, this is the real McCoy.

Welcome to NRA, red-blooded Americana.

Is that good?

- Well,

it's home.

- I'll drink to that.

Do you need a flashcube?

Super-fast film.

- I hate flashcubes, always
makes my eyes look so red.

- Hey, Brian. How you doin'?

What brings you to town?

- To get us some cattle
and a few more hands.

- I could throw in.

I might even enjoy it.

Do you know Nell Harris?

- Yes, I do.

Excuse me, I'm
gonna go to the ladies'.

Hello, Nell.

Captain.

- I remember when we were about 10,

rolling these in your father's tool shed.

We nearly burned the place down.

He almost had a coronary chasing us.

- Still don't know how he caught me.

- Well, Brian, you were
never known for being quick.

Hey, who was that scrappy
tight-end we used to have?

Carson-

- Carter, Lester M.

- Lester M. Carter. He was somethin'.

Too bad he wasn't bigger, he
could have gone on to the pros.

- Hell you talkin' about?

- Football, I'm talkin' 'bout football.

- Lester Carter got
killed fightin' the gooks

you was supposed to be fightin'.

My daddy would have caught you too

if his leg hadn't been
shot up in Iwo Jima.

Should never have come back.

- But I did.

- Well, when you goin' back?

- Don't push it, Brian.

- Some of us stayed, CJ,

and we didn't get no damn
medals for it either.

But not you, good buddy, not you.

- Fine, good buddy, I'm not
gonna fight you on this.

- You don't deserve your daddy.

Honest to God, you really don't.

- You're right. The atmosphere
in this place stinks.

- Told you.

Want a cookie?

Sittin'
around my cafe all afternoon.

So?

In my war,
they'd a shot a fellow like that.

- What'd he ever do to you?

Well then there now.

You hear that, Winoon?

Sounds to me like he thinks
old Charley MacLeod's boy's

the prodigal son come home.

- Give me another beer.

- You like it over there, in France?

- Yeah.

- Better than America?

- No.

- So what took you so long to come back?

- Well, you leave like I did,

you don't expect a brass
band to welcome you home.

- Took a big chance comin' home, Charley.

- They don't seem to care anymore.

It's crazy.

The whole damn thing was crazy.

You're probably the only one in this town

who could understand.

- Understand what?

- Why I couldn't do it anymore.

- Charley, what happened over there?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Okay.

You know those protestors I saw on the TV?

I mean, they said that
they were against the war.

But then why were they cheerin'
for that fella?

- Maybe they felt they had to.

- They were Americans, and
they were for the other side!

I don't know. I never agree
with that, Charley, never.

- Our lease on government range

has gotta be rebid in two years.

I see old Ray Alan Swanson's

givin' this land his greedy eye.

You know, bid prices may be up now,

but take at least two
years to pay off the debt

we got piled up.

Who knows if prices will hold.

1/3 of the cow and calf
operations in this state

are goin' belly up.

Ranching is no business at all

if you want to make-
- If you want to make

- money in this life.
- Any money in this life.

You sound just like your father.

Oh, come to bed, Charley.

- You know, Brian's got a
little cash salted away.

- Brian?

- You could sell your share to him.

He could pay you off regular every month.

- The land to Brian?

- This ranch is everything I stand for.

I can't throw it away on Charley, Jr.

- Well, you can't disown our son.

- I heard the boys talkin' about him.

It's starting all over again.

- You can't still be that angry!

You've gotta let go.

- I have.

You get 75% of the outfit,
Brian Winoon gets the rest.

Good mornin', glad to have you
back. Thanks for helpin' out.

- Yeah, I'm glad to do it,
Charley. You helped me last year.

- Mornin'.

- Mornin'.

- Eat somethin'.

- Mom, I...

Bye.

- Charley,

your dad's thinkin' of givin'
part ownership of the ranch

to Brian Winoon.

- Well, that would just
about ice the cake.

- He doesn't know what else to do.

- I can't help him.

- You're as prideful as he is.

- I'm not a rancher, so it doesn't matter.

- It does matter.

This land has been in the MacLeod family

for three generations.

It's all he has to give you.

You asked me
to come home, so I did.

What else you want me to do?

- You came home because I asked you to?

I thought you came home

because your father was dying.

- I know, I'm sorry. You know what I mean.

- No, I don't think
you know what you mean.

When you figure it out,
go tell your father.

I think he'd like to hear it.

You know, for a peacemaker,

you got a hell of a style.

- Hey, stay put.

I'll get you somethin' won't
get you into any trouble.

That's okay, I'm not a side-saddler.

You just point one out.
I'm gonna catch him.

- Got you.

Easy.

Settle.

Got him, easy.

- You remember how to put this on?

Easy.

Yeah!

Down!

Back off.

Easy, easy.

Look out!

Hold on, hold on!

All right.

- Damn.

Atta cowboy!

All
right! Hold on, hold on!

Stay on, you got it.

- Well, nice thing about a horse,

there are no metal parts
when you get into a wreck.

- Leave him alone,
partner, and get another.

Come on, boys!

The boss wants to know
why you ain't saddled up!

Come on, let's hook 'em!

Oren, come on!

We ought to be 10 miles from
here to. Come on!

- Well, now, look like you could
use some practice, partner.

No, no!

- Hey, Charley, that horse won't be rode.

Some day, I'm gonna have to shoot him.

Go get cleaned up. We'll get started.

All right.

Barely, all right.

- Well, let's get started.

- All right, come on.

Go! Okay, come on.

- You all right?

- I'll live.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Get that steer down the draw there!

Brian!

- I got him.

- I'll get him, boss.

- Brian!

Crossed my line!

What the hell do you think you're doin'?

- Cut him loose! It's too big for him!

- Yeah, cut him loose!

- Hell, I will.

Look out!

- Shit.

- Guard!

Close the gate.

I got his legs.

Hey!

All right.

Move, move.

- Oh, God!

Get the pickup!

For God's sake, drive!

- Okay for tonight. Be
better off going home.

- I'd be better off right here.

- Laura, there'll come a time

when you'll need to be with
him, but this isn't it.

He's just lost consciousness.

He's fallen off horses before.

- Not very often. I want to stay with him-

- Please, please.

By morning, he'll be
hollering for his boots.

Go home. Get some sleep.

- He's dying.

I can't believe it.

She's coming.

- Oh.
- I asked here to bring Rene.

- Yes, good. Now you go home.

- I'm staying here.
- You sure?

Okay, Mom.

- You hush! Down.

- Dad, this is my wife, Adrienne.

- I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. McLeod.

- Please, you don't have to call me...

- This is Rene.

- What's he say?

- He wants to know if
you really are a cowboy.

- Oh, tell him I'm his grandpa.

Little guy.

- They grow out of it.

Oh, Maman!

- Adrienne!

- Well, don't have to tell me who this is.

- Adrienne, this here is my-

- Brian, just call me Brian, ma'am.

And you must be-

- Rene.

- Oh, hold on now, not kid
Rene, fastest draw in France?

I'll get your bag, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Come say hi to your grandma.

- Rene.

- Sure fooled me, hoss.

Never thought you had a wife on ice

as pretty as that.

- That's when I was in
rodeo right after the war.

That's Bobby Brennan there.

He was the best bulldogger on the circuit.

Ended up in the movies, makin' Westerns.

He knew Randolph Scott personally.

There was one night I
found Bobby stretched out

flat on the floor in the lobby
of the Pagosa Springs Hotel.

He was clawin' the carpet and moanin',

"I'm havin' a heart attack!"

I got all excited. I was
gonna run for the doctor.

"No, no," he says. "I have
'em all the time!"

That's when I noticed the empty bottle

of Old Overholt rolled under
the settee behind him.

What does he say?

- He said his grandfather in France

was part of the resistance.

- Oh, yeah, well, you tell
him I was in France too.

You are there?

- Yeah, I was in tanks.

Didn't see much besides iron and mud.

Kept my head down all the
way from Normandy to the Alp.

Tell him I was scared the whole time.

- But you are hero, no?

No, I got a tiny little medal

that didn't mean anything.

- Come on, Dad, Bronze Star, World War II,

the last good war.

It must have meant something.

- No war is good.

- Really?

Well, if you believe that, why
you on my case about Vietnam?

- Hey, why don't you take
this in the dining room

and look at it, little britches?

Look, I know you're smarter than I am,

but we're all of us ignorant,
just on different subjects,

and one of the subjects I
am not ignorant on is war.

- Then you know why I left.

- No, I just know why I stayed.

- My country, right or wrong, is that it?

- I guess that's about it.

- Well, that was your
war. Mine was different.

- That's what they keep sayin'.

- Why don't you listen to them?

- Laura, who were those
people in California,

when we went to that
cattlemen's convention?

There were a lot of them, dear!

Yeah, the, yeah.

We went to this Catholic church.

What's that got to
do with 55,000 dead Americans?

- I'm just tryin' to tell you
it wasn't all for nothing.

We went in this church,
there were all these Asians,

little kids and old grandmas,
sidin' up to the altar,

all those poor boat people.

They were alive because
we went to Vietnam.

- They were the lucky few
who managed to get out.

The people hated us! Our own
government even backed out.

- Yeah, that's the by-God truth.

They never should have sent
you if they didn't intend

to finish the job.

- You sent us, you were the government.

- Rene, there's a book
in the bottom drawer

of the bureau in my
bedroom, a big blue book.

- So that part is good.

We love each other and Rene very much,

and now that his photos are
selling, things are much easier.

- He wasn't selling his photos?

You never wrote me about that.

- Oh, things were very
hard after Rene was born.

- Yes, I felt it when
I visited that winter.

- That winter and several more.

But now it is better, except for...

- Charley, call him
Charley, everybody does.

- Charles calls him Dad,
except when he's being serious,

he calls him "my father."

They're very alike, no?

- The apple didn't fall
too far from the tree.

Charles, Jr., he talks
about his father, does he?

- Yes, why not? You know, he
loves his father very much.

- Yes, I know.

- Then whose policy is it?

- Look, there's something
I wanna show you.

Where's that damn book? Rene!

- Dad, calm down, I'll get it.

- Put it back.

You like that?

Riding.

- Cowboys?

- Yeah, that's close enough.

You know how to whistle, don't you?

Well, like this.

Go on.

Well, never mind.
You're the carrot man, then.

- Carrot.

- Muy bien, you're gettin'
it, partner. Come on.

Now this is a saddle. You got that?

Saddle.

- Yeah, that's it, that's right.

See, this is a cinch,
stirrup, fender, skirts,

pommel, candle.

No.

I want, want to...

- Exactamente, partner.
- That's the whole idea.

All set, go ahead.

- Oh, gotta do better than that.

Hee-ya! Ha!

- Now, this here is a hot dog.

It's a wiener.

It's a kinda sausage.

Here, you take a bite outta that,

you'll start talkin' American.

How's that?

Yeah, you bet it's bon.

You look over there, you
can see the Pacific Ocean.

And if you look real hard, like, that way,

you can just make out the Atlantic.

Clear day, you can see France.

- Oh?
- Oh, for sure.

Did you make her out?

No.

- You don't believe me?

I declare, you must be a real McLeod.

There's no foolin' you, that's for sure.

Give me a bite.

- Mornin', Brian.

Kenny.

- What brings you here, sober and orderly?

- Kenny, what do you know about desertion?

Charley's kid?

Well, it was a long time ago,

and then President Carter
pardoned those draft dodgers.

- CJ wasn't no draft
dodger. He was in uniform.

So was I.

I joined the National Guard unit

to make sure I'd never see fire.

- Yeah.

Charley, Jr. went AWOL on active duty.

Now, did Jimmy Carter mean to
let them boys off the hook?

Now, just
sit up there like a passenger.

You make it do what you want him to do!

Keep your elbows in.

- I do!

- Yeah.

All right, now, what do you
do when you finish your ride?

- Make the horse not hot.

- That's it.

Pull off the saddle, curry him down,

give him some water and a flake of hay.

All right, cowboy, he's all yours.

He'll do.

- He's a good boy.

- Yeah, I believe it.

You know, I called you
a quitter that time,

but when I saw you up on that
hammer-headed,

bulkiest piece of horseflesh I ever owned.

Thought if anybody could ride
him, maybe you could do it.

Disappointed you again?

I'm sorry,
that was uncalled for.

- Charley, tell me,

please, why'd you do it?

Why'd you run away?

- You think I was scared, don't you?

- Hell yes, I know I was.

Under fire, any man who
isn't scared's a damn fool,

but you stay for your buddies.

- For your buddies.

I had a buddy, his name was Franklin.

He was Big Oaky, I liked him a lot,

and I stayed for him.

We'd been ordered to take this village

on the edge of a jungle.

We'd been hammerin' away for hours.

Charlie finally just picked up and left.

When we got in, there was nothin'.

There was no rice, there
were no weapons, nothin'.

And Franklin and I and the CO

were in this hooch when
the first rocket hit.

Franklin's arm was just blown off,

and the CO was hurt pretty bad.

Someone was screamin' Charlie
was comin' out of the trees.

They called in the choppers

and carried the CO out to a landing zone.

And when I went back to get Franklin,

there was a gook standing
over him with a knife,

tryin' to cut off his boots.

I emptied my clip into him
so fast, he started spinnin'.

And when he dropped,

when he dropped, I saw it was a woman.

And under arm, in a sack, there was this,

there was her baby.

And I said to myself, "God",

"please don't tell
me I've killed a baby."

"There is no reason to kill a baby."

And then his mouth started to open.

I saw these bubbles started come out,

and they were covered with blood,

and they just were comin' out so fast,

like that kid's toy
with the plastic thing.

- Sweet Jesus.

- And the next day, our guys
came back and took the village.

And you know what?

A week later, Charlie came back

and he took the same damn village.

I was in a hole in the middle of nowhere

with my best friend dying in my arms,

for what?

I was killin' women and babies, for what?

The thing was absurd,

the whole damn thing was absurd.

- Charley, you swore an oath.

- I swore an oath to my country,

not to what was goin' on over there!

I didn't swear an oath to that!

I didn't run away scared.

I walked away!

And don't think it's been easy

to turn my back on my country,

'cause it's been a nightmare.

And don't you think it
hasn't been hell for me

to go against you?

Ride him, cowboy!

Ride him!

Firm in the belly!

Look, look!

Get him.

Come on!

Damn.

- His leg's broke.

- Bring my rifle.

My, he could run.

My horse.

- It's my responsibility.

- They are good, Charles.

Do you think you will
do anything with them?

- I don't know.

- Maybe one of the magazines in Paris.

- Why, American in Paris down on the farm?

You should get back, you know?

Okay.

- I don't know what I'm
tryin' to prove here.

- Why do you have to prove anything?

Why can't you just enjoy the
time you have left together?

- 'Cause he's not gonna let me.

He just keeps it hanging out there,

like barbed wire between us.

- You have endured before.

You will now.

Look, this bronco.

He is tough like you.

Come on, Charley.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, be my cowboy.
- No, no.

No!

No, no!

Cowboy?

- You, you, quiet down. Quiet down.

Ken Range, you old pole cat!

Come on in. I'll fix you a drink.

- No, really, I'm on duty.

- Oh, to hell with that. Laura!

- I've come to arrest
Charles Wesley MacLeod, Jr.

- Okay, let's go.

- Hold on.

- No, not in my house.

- I'm sorry, sir, it's procedure.

- It's fine, it's fine, I'm okay.

Papa, Papa!

- Rene!

Rene! Rene.

- You got no idea what it took
to go against your old man.

Now, at one time-
- Yeah, I know,

a man might have gotten shot
for arresting a MacLeod.

- The FBI man in Cheyenne
said they was through

dealin' with deserters.

U.S. Attorney's office didn't
know what to do with you.

Finally got this AWOL apprehension team.

Took 'em a day to call back
if you were in their computer.

I'm not even sure it's my jurisdiction.

But you have this driving
sense of civic duty?

Lucky me.

Not too loud, I got a hangover.

- Move!

- Here's your water.

- Brian.

- Yeah.

- You turned him in, didn't you?

- He's a finch, Charley,

me, to you, to Daddy, God rest his soul,

to every man who carried a rifle,

no matter what Godforsaken
war they was in.

- Don't make me choose between you two

any more than I already have.

- You Charles W. MacLeod, Jr.,
specialist four, U.S. Army?

- That's right.

- You might consider signing this.

- What is this?

- Enlisted out, chapter 10, AR 635-200.

You get to choose.

I can take you back to the fort,

I'll put you in the stockade
for a couple of weeks

while you wait your court martial.

You could probably fight
it with a good lawyer.

- Or?

- You can fill out your name

and your social security number,

and hereby voluntarily request discharge

for the good of the service.

You admit that you have
broken the uniform code

of military justice.

You circle AWOL. I take it back to the CO.

That gives us an administrative way

of getting you out of our hair.

What you get is an
other-than-honorable discharge.

There's no publicity, there's no trial.

- You got a pen?

- Are you coming in?

- I believe I'll take a little walk.

You get him.

- Well, I could use a
drink. How 'bout you?

- I guess not.

- We'll be at the City Cafe.

- It ain't right to give that traitor

a slap on his fancy French wrist.

I ain't the only one in
town who thinks so either.

- That's right.

- Hey, Charley, Jr.

How you doin'?

- I'd like you to meet my
wife. This is Adrienne.

This is Nell.

- I'm pleased to meet you.

- I'm pleased to meet you too.

What can I get for ya?

- How 'bout a red wine and a beer?

- Jim.

- There ain't no tour bus today,

so you tell him to drink
up fast and get out.

- It's on the house.

- You ever feel like frog giggin'?

- Excuse me.

Wonderin' if wife had a
favorite country song.

- We hear some in France.

- CJ, is there somethin'

you'd like to see your wife dance to?

- She doesn't dance.

- Well, I'd be honored.
- Ma'am, I really would.

Ma'am.

- That's enough.

- Hey, the song ain't through yet.

- I said that's enough.
- Hey!

Hey!

Thought you a pacifist, you know,

too limp, too limp to love,

too limp to fight.

- Brian.

Yeah?

We got a fight.

- I'm not a pacifist.

Get him, Brian!

Brian.

Hey, hold it, hold it.

- No! No!

- Hey, Charley, Jr.'s gettin' it.

Fighter here.

Yeah, come on, yeah!

Come on!

Come on, man!

- What the hell's the matter with you?

Come on, hit him!

Come on, hit him, come on!

Charley!

- You lay another hand
on him and I'll kill you.

- He's a damn deserter,
Charley, and you know it.

- When you worked for me those
summers when you were a kid,

I thought, "He's a good hand."

You kept it up when you were
grown, I'll give you that.

You're a good hand.

I almost gave you part of this outfit.

I was damn foolish.

- Charley-
- Wait.

That's more than fair severance there.

- I deserve better.

- So did I.

- Where you want this, Charley?

- Just put it there.

- What are you doing?

- I'm takin' advantage!

You let me go, Charley MacLeod!

This isn't the time or the place.

- Well, when is?

Guess there never is.

Oh.

Sometimes, when you
take in all this beauty,

you think they're always.

- Remember that first spring
when you went to the roundup?

- What I remember is the
first winter, that blizzard.

- You were just accustomed
to that California weather.

You got used to things pretty fast.

Remember in that roundup,
you said you'd do anything,

even ride drag.

- I never got used to it.

Barn's not 50 yards from the house,

and everything was dead
quiet just past the porch.

And you stepped into the snow.

- Oh, I knew where the barn was.

- You disappeared, like
you were swallowed whole.

I didn't think you'd come back.

- Well, I did.

You know, before
I said "Yes, I'll marry you,"

I read about those ranchers
who just up and disappeared

into the snow.

And then during the first
thaw, they were found

not 20 yards from the house.

- What a thing for a young bride to think.

- How could I not?

I loved you so.

Well, it was worth it.

- Yeah, it was.

- I'm not a bride anymore.

- Oh.

You'll do.

- But you won't.

I've never stood up to you before.

- You have too.

- Not about some important things,

things so important that I
was afraid of losing you.

But it's gonna happen now anyway,

so now I'm gonna stand up.

If you love someone,
you risk an awful lot.

You risk losing them,

or you risk losing your
right to be proud and hurt.

To love someone, you have
to be able to forgive.

I've been forgiving you for 15 years

that I don't have my one son nearby.

Now it's your turn.

- I don't know what to do.

- You don't do anything.

You just wake up and die
right, Charley MacLeod.

- I wanna go home.

- If that is what you want, Charles,

we will go home.

- Why, what do you want?

- I want no more anger, no more distance.

Listen.

We have to get back to our lives.

We can't just camp here
waiting for him to die.

- Don't leave it this way, please.

May I come in?

- No.

- Your father wants to talk to you.

- About what?

- He wants to forgive you.

- Okay, but I haven't done anything wrong.

- Young man, unless you are
the second coming of Christ,

you've done something wrong,

so you march out to that
stable this instant!

And on the way, get ready to forgive him.

- You walk him down by
the corral for a minute.

I'll be right with you.

- Mom said you wanted to speak to me.

Dad, let's just agree to disagree.

- Oh, I'm tired of that.

Charley,

why did you come back home?

- Mom thought there was a
chance of peace between us.

- I know what your mother thought.

Why'd you come back?

- Because you're going to die,

and I needed to tell you

that I love you.

- Never should have left home.

I guess you better
help me on this fool horse,

see if it'll pony.

Hey, Charley.

- Are you okay?

Let me. Are you sure you should ride?

- Lord, it comes and it goes.

Don't bury me yet.